Boss in the Bedsheets

Fair point, Miss Besh." I kissed her temple and dropped the box into her hands. "This is for you."

She pried it open with care, as if she was concerned about the contents getting away. Then, "Wow. Just…wow."

"Does that mean you like it? I can take it back. I can have them make something different."

Zelda shook her head, saying, "This is quite perfect."

Since she was still clutching the box like it had the capacity to shapeshift, I plucked the ring out and slipped it on her finger. The large center sapphire gazed up at us like a bottomless lake while twin diamonds sparkled on either side. Smaller diamonds climbed down the band, twisting over and around the platinum. "I believe I deserve some acknowledgment for waiting more than a year to make it official."

Angling her hand to study the ring, she said, "Marital customs aren't my area of expertise but I thought the suitor was expected to get down on one knee."

"Am I being penalized for making it both knees and my face between your legs

Biting my girlfriend's ass and saying inarguably rude things that turned her on while I did it was the best part.

Although— "When are you going to marry me?"

Because it wasn't enough to merely ask the question, I pushed three fingers inside her and pressed hard on the spot that made her a little senseless. I dropped my other hand to the small of her back, right where that dragonfly tattoo took flight, and shifted her into an angle that would give her what she needed.

There was a splash followed by dishes clattering in the sink. Then, "Ash."

"Yes, my love?" I watched my fingers disappear inside her only for them to emerge coated in her arousal and my cock was ready to burn straight through my shorts. That did it for me every time. Her responding to me, us coming together. We shouldn't have made sense, we shouldn't have even found each other yet here we were, sharing the most elemental thing of any world. "What is it? What do you have to say about making me wait?"

I bobbed my head though— "Not to haggle here but you did say you'd only be my boss in bed."

"I'm getting to that." He hit me with one of his smirks that couldn't decide whether it was sweet or salty. "In the meantime, you're going to move in with me. More than you already are. You're going to hang up your clothes in the closet and put your books on the shelves, and you're going to stay because I want it as much as you do."

All I could say was, "Okay" and then, "Do you know I love you too?"

"Yeah, I do," he said, a grin brightening his face. "But it's damn good to hear it from you."

Because I didn't know how to believe, I asked, "Is this real?"

He reached for my hand. "It's real if you want it to be."