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“Speaking of perfect… I think it is time for me to shut my mouth and become the Swedish masseuse.” Logan closes his mouth and pouts, trying to give me doe eyes.
I can’t help but laugh at the attempt.
“Come and join me in the hot tub,” he says.
Logan gets up from the bed and places his plate on the desk. He keeps his back to me as he unbuttons his shirt, and when he looks over his shoulder, he gives me a pouty look.
I burst out laughing again. I stop laughing when he removes his shirt and feel the familiar stirring in my loins. I cast my eyes over his broad back. I admire his supple and slightly tanned skin. As he moves, the muscles in his back ripple and flex. I long to touch his body again.
The pants come off next, and he removes his underwear with them. Still, his back is to me, and I get a great shot of his ass. Oh, that ass! It is tight and muscular, and I want to sink my teeth into it. He walks away from me and toward the hot tub. He knows exactly what he is doing by teasing me like this.
I place the plate on the bed and get up. It won’t be long until I’ll need help getting up from sitting or lying down, but I can manage it myself for now. I open my robe and slip it off, ready to join him in the hot water.
The hot tub is on a large balcony, and I step out onto it. It offers a magical view of the surrounding landscape while still giving some privacy. The area we can see from the balcony is not a hiking or walking area. The red of the landscape makes me feel as if I am on Mars.
Logan does make me feel out of this world. I shake my head at my own lame little joke.
When I gaze down upon my man in the water with his arms extended on either side, I have to take a deep breath to calm myself. A hot tub has never looked more inviting.
I step carefully down the steps, the water caressing my body and warming me, but it can’t compare to the warmth that Logan fills me with. The water distorts all that is below it, but I can still appreciate his golden chest.
I move to sit beside him, but he moves as I do and shifts to sit opposite me. My heart leaps into my throat for a moment as I think something has gone wrong—that he has finally grown tired of me because I am starting to look like a beached whale.
My feelings run rampant again, and I have to rein them back—the pregnancy is only going to make me more emotional as time passes.
“Teal,” Logan says.
I stare at him as the confusion starts to rise within.
“Teal,” he repeats. “I have been thinking a lot about the two of us and our relationship. I wanted to wait for the perfect time, but you have taught me that the perfect time is always now. I can’t think of a more beautiful place than this. I mean, the view is stunning, and I do not think I am ever going to forget these reds for as long as I live.”
He smiles. “And then, there is the stunning view before me in the water. You continue to grow more beautiful by the day, and I am not only talking about your looks. You are still fucking sexy, but that is not all you are. You are smart and caring and driven and loving. You are all the things I never knew I was looking for. And then you gifted me with a new title: father. Our child is not here yet, but when he or she arrives, I will love the child as much as I love you.”
I want to reply, to say something, but I can’t. I have all the words inside, but they are jumbled and there seem to be too many of them.
His eyes are so captivating that I don’t notice when he shifts his arms. I look down between us, and a ring box has appeared from thin air. I blink a few times and then look back at his chestnut eyes. My eyes fill with tears. I can’t believe this is happening to me.
“Teal Hudson, there is nothing more I want in life than you. Would you do me the greatest honor in the world by becoming my wife?” He opens the ring box to reveal a simple silver band with a sparkling diamond.
“Yes!” I scream almost before he finishes the question. “Yes, Logan! Of course, I will marry you. I love you! I love you! I love you.” I move faster than I have since I became pregnant and wrap my arms around him.
“Oh,” he gasps as I kiss him.
It’s a bad sound and I quickly pull back. Logan scoops his hand through the water and grabs the ring before it can sink to the bottom. He holds it up with a satisfied look as if he has dived to the bottom of the ocean to retrieve a pearl.
Before it can be knocked from his hand, he takes my hand and slips the ring onto my finger.
It is official!
And it is sexy!
I can’t control myself.
I place my hands on Logan’s chest and stare down at the rink on my finger—it even sparkles below the water. I run my finger over his chest, close my eyes, and moan. Then, one of my hands probes downward until I find Logan’s large cock. The hand with the ring stays on his chest. I want to keep my eye on it, make sure it is all real.
I stroke him up and down. He is already hard, and he stiffens under my grip. I can’t wipe the smile from my face now that I have a ring on my finger. It doesn’t change how I feel about Logan one bit, but it makes us into something new. It feels more official now. I am going to have a husband and a father for my child. We are going to be a family.
I grip him tighter and stroke harder. Logan tosses the ring box over his shoulder and brings his hands to my massive breasts that are floating comfortably in the water. I feel like I am floating, but it is not only because of the water.
