He winced and grabbed her around the waist, bringing her in snug against his body, with his arms around her waist to anchor her there. “We haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
William laughed. “Oh, you will. In the meantime, shall we? Not you two. You two have to get going. Thomas, what do you say? Let’s cannon ball into a glass of Champagne!”
The two other men left, laughing and already deciding on dinner, as though the whole thing was a done deal.
“I think we’ve just been conned,” Dani said, staring after them.
“Or at the least recruited.” Luke shook his head.
“Tell me something,” Dani said. “Do you think there are cameras in here?”
“No.” Luke shook his head. “Father always told me that he has the room swept for bugs every day.”
“Good.” She twisted in his arms, reaching up to draw his face down toward hers for a kiss. “About that proposal...”
He smirked. “And here I thought you were going to suggest sex on the desk...”
“In due time. That proposal?”
Luke framed her face, staring into the beautiful, intelligent eyes of the woman he loved. “How in the world did I ever get so lucky?”
“I thought it was me who was the lucky one,” she murmured, her fingertips brushing his cheek.
“So, we’re both lucky?”
“Definitely.”
“Think that luck will hold long enough to get married?”
She gave him a look. “That depends on how much longer Marcus is in the hospital. I swear he’s faking the severity of his wounds because of that cute nurse he’s been flirting with.”
“Can you blame him?”
She swatted him. Hard. “The proposal?”
Luke rubbed his arm. “Wow. Really? Nope, I don’t think so. I think I’m going to ask you later.”
“Later??”
He tucked her back in her arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck, nibbling his way to her ear. “Later. In the meantime, that desk...” He growled the last words, tugging at the buttons on her shirt.
She batted his hands away. “You’re never going to ask.”
“Oh, I’ll ask. Male prerogative. I get to decide when.” He slid her blouse down over her shoulders, exposing creamy skin that just called for him to explore with lips and tongue.
Her head tilted back, and she sighed long and low as his hand found her breast. He loved her reactions. “But you’re asking before the wedding...”
“Which will be when Marcus gets out of the hospital,” he agreed, popping the clasp on her bra.
She stared at him. “You’re a nut.”
“And you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Look who’s talking!”
“Shh...enough chatter. How long do you think they’ll be at lunch?”
THE END