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Devil

“Don’t move” My cock slipped fro on his back, panting and sweaty

“I’m not sure I could if I wanted to”

“Mission accomplished”

He flippeda moment to clean myself up, I stared at myself in the mirror I’d put this off tooinsanely long hours and was distracted as hell by his current case, but that wasn’t really it I was scared—da to chicken out again If for no other reason than rief There was never going to be a moment more perfect than this one while Joe was spread out in our bed, spent and satisfied

I opened the bottom drawer in the vanity cabinet, pulled out the sed back into the bedrooe my mind

Joe was dozing, but he opened his eyes when I knelt on the bed “Devil, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

He studiedI won’t like”

“You better like it”

Joe snorted, then he noticed what I was holding, and his breath caught “Devil?”

“Yes, baby?”

“What’s that?”

I shrugged “You’re the detective, you tell me”

I watched the muscles of his throat work as he pushed himself up on his elbows

“Yes? I’ for an explanation,” I prompted

“It’s a ring box”

I grinned “See? I knew you were smarter than you look”

“Tellhere covered in cum”

“Can you think of a more appropriate time?”

Joe sighed, but when he looked up froaze, we both froze The air seemed too thick, and I wondered if we’d both suffocate At least then I wouldn’t have to take this risk, ask him this question, wonder if he’d say no I knee had was good—so daood—but did Joe really want to tie himself to me permanently?

“Is this really happening?” he asked

“I’m not sure”

“You better decide soon because I’, and I want my breakfast”

I laughed “You’ve gotten so spoiled living with me You never used to eat breakfast”

He just shrugged