Page 84 of The Pet

“Are you going to leave me for a driver?” He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips quirking.

I snorted out a laugh and brushed my nose with his. “They’ve got nothing on you, Sloan Killough. Remember who I’m marrying. Not just anyone gets to slide a ring on my finger.” And we still hadn’t found a ring yet. We didn’t want to rush our engagement—not yet, anyway—and Sloan told me he had something special in mind. That comment alone excited meabout our future. Sloan never made anything boring. I tilted my head in closer. “Or put their cock in my hole. Only one man’s done that.”

He chuckled and kissed me again, and I arched up into him, taking the warmth of his mouth against mine as the greatest gift in the world. As perfect as he was, Sloan also had his flaws. I’d learned to love most of them. But he’d always loved me and taken care of me. Conall Morrissey didn’t exist anymore, only Conall Killough did.

“It would be my pleasure, Pet. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

I kissed him even harder. Those people eyeing Sloan from the other boat could kiss my arse because this man was mine. For good measure, I sent them the finger over his shoulder because sometimes I liked to be petty.

Somewhere behind us, Senan cackled and singsonged, “Someone’s possessive.”

Fuck yeah, I was. Sloan was mine until the day I died. No flirty fucker was getting a foot near him while I still breathed.