“God, I did that badly?” She seems to accept her remark.
A giant grin spreads on my face. “I would say you have officially gotten everything you’ve been waiting for.” Her eyes snap in my direction, and she studies my face. I hold the letter up. “You got 269, baby.”
Her mouth opens, and I can see the utter shock spread through her body. It takes a few beats before happiness hits her cheeks. “What?” She grabs the letter in disbelief.
“You’re pretty badass. I mean, you literally passed the Bar while your appendix was about to burst.”
“Barely passed.” She reads the paper in a hurry.
I scoff. “Babe, you passed, and I’m sure any future employer will accept your battle wounds for the explanation for your score.”
It finally seems to hit her when happy tears begin to fall down her cheeks. She throws her arms around my neck, and I hug her until I think I might be crushing her. Rubbing her back, I soak in her embrace because this is the fucking cherry on top.
We both get everything we wanted. No concessions or almosts.
I swipe her hair and place kisses around her face, with her arms clinging to me.
“Oh my God, I was not expecting this. I guess I got lucky since it was the multiple-choice section where I went haywire.”
“Or you are just amazing.”
She creates some space between us and wipes away a tear. “This is…” No words come to her. “How did you have this, anyway?”
“Don’t hate me, but I made Connor check the mail every day and hide it. It arrived yesterday. Not a fucking chance was I going to let you open it alone.”
It earns me a quick kiss. “We have so much to celebrate now.”
“You’re telling me. In case you forgot, you said we’re getting married soon.”
“Oh, I didn’t forget. I also didn’t forget what I already had planned for tonight.”
“Tonight? What do you mean?”
Brielle flashes me the sexiest look. “I believe my idea was after you put that ring on my finger that…” She toys with me by playing with my t-shirt, gripping the fabric at my chest. “Finally, I open the bag from a special boutique here in Lake Spark.”
I growl at the image in my head.
* * *
I stand outsidemy bedroom door for one final check, examining the engagement ring that I plan on putting around Brielle’s finger for the last time. This poor object probably needs clarification, since Brielle and I have been skirting around the lines of officially and unofficially being engaged.
Smiling to myself, I open the door, and my eyes roam from the floor up to my bed where the only woman I need is splayed out in a way I’ve never seen her before. My dick instantly twitches from the sight.
Her brown locks splayed out on the pillow, a bra with lace and pink edging that only highlights the curves of her breasts. The panties match, but I have no plan on keeping those on. It’s the suspenders with stockings that have me torn. The heels are just plain common sense to keep, as I have every intention to fuck her and make love to her tonight. But hot damn, those suspenders. I love Brielle naked, but I think I want to keep those on.
She beckons me over with her finger. “Care to join me?”
A whistle escapes me. “You’re… wow.”
“It’s different.”
Very.
Brielle has always been confident on the intimacy front. Yet, this set-up demonstrates a different era. We’re experienced, explorative, and exceptional with each other. If this is any indication of married life, then we better speed up that marriage license.
I crawl on the bed, coming to lie on my side next to her, and my eyes dip down to really study her body.
“Can’t believe you kept this from me.”
