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“See?” he asks. “I told you. You’re my good luck charm.” He kisses me and then says quietly so just I hear him, “In more ways than one.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

Maddix

Crew’s eyes all but bug out of his head. “Holy. Shit.”

There’s the boost of confidence any girl needs when she walks into a room with heels, a stack load of jewels on, and nothing else.

“Um,” he stutters. “I thought we were having dinner. Had dinner plans. We’re going to dinner.” He shakes his head as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

My grin widens. “We are. But I thought we’d celebrate your new world championship with dessert first.”

His eyes scrape up and down the length of me and he groans as his cock hardens within his shorts.

“Maddix.” My name is a hoarse plea.

“You once told me you wanted to fuck me with just the heels, just the jewels on.” I hold my hands out to my sides, putting myself on display. “Here I am. All. For. You.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he draws in a fortifying breath. “You really know how to throw a man’s plans off.”

“Did you have something more important to do than fuck me like this?”

A shy smile forms. “Not more important. Maybe just as important,” he says as he steps forward and runs his hands up and down the length of my hips. He leans in to kiss me. “I like the jewels.” Another kiss. “I like the heels.” A kiss to my collarbone and a tug with his teeth on the same necklace that was loaned to me for the prince’s ball so many months ago. “I like you naked even more so.” He slides a hand between my thighs and his guttural groan tells me he’s found me wet and wanting for him. “But I think there is one more thing I’d like even better.”

“This better be damn good, Navarro, if you’re stalling taking advantage of me to prove a point.”

His grin is lightning quick as he takes a step back and fishes in his back pocket. I assume he’s digging for a condom. The quip on my tongue that he’s really ready for anything dies a quick death when he pulls out a black velvet ring box.

And then he opens it the same time he says, “This.”

My eyes widen. A gasp falls from my lips. And my head shakes ever so slightly back and forth as I realize what is nestled in that box is not your run-of-the-mill ring.

It’s a giant oval cut diamond solitaire haloed by other smaller diamonds.

It’s stunning. It’s overwhelming.

“It’s . . .”

“It’s perfect, just like you.” He chuckles shyly. “I had plans. Dinner. A cruise on the boat. A moonlight proposal. But . . . seeing you standing here, like this, for me . . . I know we’re not leaving this house tonight.”

I chuckle nervously. “Cruz,” I murmur.

“Marry me, Madds. Because you want to sow your oats with me. Because you want to be my bookend. Because you want to navigate this crazy life we have together. Because you want to be the sunrise to my sunset. The finish to my start. The calm to my storm. Marry me, because I’m so madly in love with you that there is no one else I’d rather come home to. To make a home with. To make a life with.”

Tears well and spill over. I glance down at myself and start laughing.

“This isn’t exactly the most conventional way to get engaged.”

“When have we ever been conventional though?” He kisses me and my whole world rights perfectly. “What do you say? Will you marry me?”

“I say, thank God you hate the color red.” Another kiss. This time slower. Gentler. Sexier. And when I lean back all I see is him. All I ever want to see is him. “Yes. A million times yes.”

EPILOGUE

Cruz

One Year Later