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Instantly, my dick stands at attention.
“About that,” I mutter, kicking myself. “The ravaging will have to wait a bit.”
“Why?” She narrows her eyes, suspicious.
Can’t blame her. I’ve never turned down a ravaging. Not once. But I told Carter of my plans to propose today, and before I knew it, everyone but Aspen knew. Which is why they’re waiting for us at Frosty’s for a surprise celebration. Even Mom and Dad.
Carter and his fucking big mouth. I much rather prefer a ravaging.
“I can’t say. It’s a surprise.”
Her eyes narrow further, if that’s even possible.
“You know I hate surprises.”
So do I, babe, so do I.
