Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I quickly rip through the paper, setting it aside. My freaking heart stops beating when I see the box nestled inside.
I flick my gaze up to him…only to find him on his knees in front of me.
Holy crap.
“Lachlan,” I wheeze, my hands shaking.
“I put it under the tree because this was my Christmas wish for myself, pretty baby,” he murmurs, sliding the box out of my hands. He flips it open, and I know what’s inside before he ever holds it out to me between two fingers.
The ring is a gorgeous princess cut diamond on a platinum band. There’s an antique flair to it, as if it’s old. It's stunning.
“I didn’t think I stood a chance in hell of putting this on your finger anytime soon, but I’m a hopeful motherfucker. As soon as I saw your list, every plan I made went up in flames. I’ve got two days to make your dreams come true, but I can’t do that unless this is on your finger first,” he says. “When I’m in you for the first time, I need it to be with you wearing my ring, pretty baby.” He swallows hard. “I need to know that you’re going to be mine forever.”
“Y-you want to marry me?” I whisper.
“Want it? Sweetheart, if you don’t marry me, I’m going to lose my mind,” he growls, the truth blazing like twin suns in his eyes. “I’m so goddamn in love with you that I haven’t gotten a fucking thing done since you came to work for me. I sit in my office all day, every day, watching you on the cameras, trying to think up reasons to keep you late. I go where you go. You’re it for me.”
My heart threatens to pound out of my chest. Holy crap. He just said he’s in love with me. Lachlan is in love with me.
My mind spins as I try to process this reality—the one where my gorgeous boss is on his knees in front of me with a ring clutched between his fingers, practically begging me to marry him. The one where he wants me to be his Christmas gift.
“When I made my list, I was thinking about you. I wanted everything on it with you.” I lick my lips. “I just wasn’t brave enough to tell you that.”
“Tell me now, Caitlin,” he rasps.
“I love you. I’m so freaking in love with you, Lachlan,” I cry. “I want you for Christmas. Just you.” I pause, rethinking that statement. "Just you and your baby."
“Fuck.” His eyes flutter closed as he slips his ring on my finger with shaking hands. And then they spring open again as if he has to see it there. He stares like he can’t look away, the intense look on his face searing me. It’s so damn beautiful.
“I’ve been holding onto this ring since my parents died, waiting for the woman meant to wear it,” he admits. “It looks like it was made for you, pretty baby.”
“It’s your mom’s ring?” I ask, my voice soft.
“Our mom’s ring belongs to Lyric, but this was my grandmother’s ring…my dad's mom.”
“It’s stunning, Lachlan.”
“Nah, baby. You’re stunning.” He shakes his head, staring at me like he’s in awe. “And I’m the lucky motherfucker who gets to unwrap you.”
Chapter Six
Lachlan
“Unwrap me, huh?” Caitlin slides forward on the sofa, her expression soft and heated as she places her palm against my cheek.
I turn my face to the side, planting my lips against her hand. “Told you that you were my present, pretty baby.”
“Then maybe you should unwrap me,” she murmurs. “I mean, you did give me a gift.”
I rake my gaze across her, my cock throbbing. “Oh, I fully intend to unwrap and devour you. But just so we’re clear, that ring isn’t your gift. It’s mine.” I smirk as I slide my hands up her thighs, scooting closer to her. “I believe you wanted a baby for Christmas…”
“No,” she breathes, her thighs trembling beneath my palms. “I want your baby for Christmas.”
Fucking hell, I love the sound of that.
“Then it’s a damn good thing we’ve got two days to get you nice and pregnant, isn’t it, pretty baby?” I crawl onto the sofa with her, pressing her down beneath me. “Goddamn,” I groan, my head falling back as I feel her heat scorching me everywhere we touch. “You’re so fucking soft, Caitlin.”
“I think the term you’re looking for is chubby,” she says wryly.
I scowl down at her. “I don’t know who the fuck told you that, but it’s bullshit.” I press my hips into hers. “You feel this? This is what you do to me. There isn’t a single spot on your body that doesn’t make me hard. In fact…” I grasp the sides of her blouse, tearing it open.
“Lachlan!” she cries as buttons go flying.