Page 120 of Bred By the Sheikh

“Say it to me again.”

“You heard me.”

“Not enough.”

Her skin pinkened along her throat.

I touched the ring on her finger.

“This changes what those words mean.”

“That’s why I’m saying them.”

“You wanted the fantasy before.”

“Yes.”

I moved my hand down her back.

“Tell me what tonight means.”

Chrissy held my gaze.

“I don’t want a condom.”

My cock throbbed.

She continued.

“Come inside me, and if we make a baby tonight, I’ll be happy.”

I pulled her closer.

“You’re sure?”

Her cheeks went brighter.

“I’ve never been more sure.”

I kissed her hard enough that she made a breathless sound into my mouth.

Chrissy gripped my shoulders.

I walked her backward toward the cushioned seating near the sheltered end of the terrace.

She grinned when the backs of her legs met the edge.

“You’ve had a plan.”

“I’ve had several.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“It’s been a productive week.”

She pulled me down by the front of my shirt.

I let her pull me down into another kiss.