Can't Touch This - Page 165

“There’s my brother. The forward thinker and obsessive planner.” Rupert laughed. “Keep me in the loop when the big day will happen and remember, don’t knock her up until after the ceremony. I don’t want my niece or nephew to be a bastard.”

I hung up on him.

Polly finished her flute of champagne with three massive gulps. “Right, I know when it’s time to leave. My innocent eyes don’t want to know what you guys get up to.”

Hugging Vesper, she whispered something in her ear before pulling away and waving. “See you at work tomorrow, engaged bestie.”

“I’ll share all the juicy details, Pol.” Vesper winked.

I grabbed her wrist. “Like hell you will.”

Trusting Polly to show herself out, I dragged my fiancée up the stairs. The moment we were in the bedroom that had both our mattresses pushed together to make one colossal bed and had Scar’s memory carved into the window seat with re-upholstered cushions, Vesper said, “You know…a better place to hide the ring would’ve been in your pants.”

“My pants?”

“Yes.” Prying my fingers off her wrist, her hands landed on my belt buckle. “All those months ago, you gave me permission to touch it.”

I sucked in a breath as she undid the loops followed by the zipper. “Then you gave me permission to look at it. You were really quite generous.”

I swallowed hard. “I was, wasn’t I. I agree about the generosity fact. By the way, you can do all those things whenever you damn well please.”

“I’m glad to hear that because you also gave me permission to lick it.”

“I did indeed. You’re more than welcome to lick anything of mine.” I groaned as her hand vanished into my boxer-briefs and cupped me. The cool gold of her engagement ring seared into my hot, sensitive flesh.

The knowledge that the ring marked her as mine forever made me rock fucking hard.

“And now, you’ve put a ring on me which I’m guessing gives me one last thing I’m allowed to do.”

My mind raced. “I can give you all sorts of permission. You can ride it, bite it, kiss it, fist it, cowgirl it, wheelbarrow it. Hell, you can even motorboat it. All perfectly acceptable.”

She laughed. “Thanks for the invitations, and I’ll keep a lot of those in mind. However, you forgot the most important one.”

“Oh?”

Wrapping her fingers around my length, she jerked me forward. My lips crashed against hers as she took control. She pumped me, making me see stars while her tongue shot into my mouth.

When I could finally breathe without grunting and stand without wanting to thrust into her, she murmured, “Thanks to you, Ryder Carson, I now have permission to marry it. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

THE END