I shot to my knees and bounced up and down on the mattress. "It will be. Whatever you're planning. But just know, I'll say yes. Are you going to do it tonight?"
"Let me at least have one surprise." He kissed me and then pulled back down. "But there is something else I was going to ask you first before you jumped ahead."
My heart skipped a beat. "What?"
"Move in with me when we get back."
I relaxed into his arms. "It's about damn time."
He laughed—half exasperation, half amusement. "So that's a yes?"
"A double yes. I'll move in and marry you. Do you know how much rent is in Manhattan? And you have a fucking townhouse. You do not need all that space. And—"I pressed my lips to his and held his bearded face—"I hate being away from you. If I could, I'd crawl inside you and make a home."
Derrick smiled, a mix of relief and excitement in his features. "You're crazy, you know that?"
"Yep, and that's why you love me." I gripped his wrists and slid his arms above his head. Before he realized what I was doing, I expertly cuffed his hands like he taught me. Having an ex-detective as your boyfriend had its perks in more than one way.
"Rachel," he said. A warning.
"Don't look at me like that. You know you love it." I smiled faux-innocently, unbuttoning his trousers and tugging them down his legs, his large, beautiful cock on full display.
"Rach…"
"Shhh." I slid my hand over his mouth and he bit the fleshy skin playfully. "It's time to play the quiet game."
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