Page 188 of Buy Back My Love

“Lee.” His voice came out rougher this time, and the hand in my hair tightened. “I’m about to nut.”

I didn’t stop.

Van sucked in a sharp breath, his head tipping back as his whole body tensed above me. A low groan slipped out of him, and for a few seconds, that calm shit he’d been holding onto disappeared completely.

“Fuck, Lee.”

I kept going when he came, swallowing instead of pulling away. His thighs tightened, and he stayed frozen there for a few seconds, breathing hard while I finished what I had started.

When I finally pulled back, Van looked down at me like he needed a minute to remember where the hell we were.

I wiped my mouth. “Reservations still at seven?”

He was still trying to catch his breath. “And you had the nerve to ask me why I didn't wanna pull it out.”

I smiled. “I was curious.”

“Nah.” He shook his head. “You were looking for trouble.”

An hour later, we were fifteen minutes late to our dinner reservation. I blamed Van, because I damn sure wasn’t taking responsibility for it.

Dinner itself was nice enough that I almost forgot how annoyed I had been with him earlier. By the time dessert came out, I was full, Myles had finally stopped kicking me in the ribs, and I was ready to go back upstairs and take my bra off.

The server set a big white plate in front of me with a warm brownie and a scoop of strawberry ice cream melting over the top. Strawberry sauce was drizzled around it, but that wasn’t what had me staring.

Written across the plate in chocolate was:

WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?

A big, stupid smile took over my face before I could stop it.

I looked across the table at Van. “Damn. My head game must be top tier.”

He dropped his head and started laughing. “It is, but don’t get it twisted. I had this planned before the head.”

“That’s what they all say.”

“Lee.”

I was still smiling when I looked back down at the plate, but after a second the joke wore off. He was really asking me to be his girlfriend.

“You sure?”

Van looked at me. “About what?”

“Me.”

His eyebrows pulled together.

“I’m about to have a newborn, Van. Like soon.” I rubbed my stomach. “You sure you want all that as your girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“I got a record.”

“I know.”

“My baby daddy is a whole headache.”