Page 88 of Code Violation

I wink, unclipping my belt and climbing out of the truck.

She does the same, gasping when I open the back passenger door and she sees the Chanel bag sitting inside.

“And you also bought me a designer swimsuit, didn’t you?”

I scrub a hand over my mouth, delighted with myself for planning this whole thing to perfection. While I was bored and scrolling social media from my hotel room in Vegas, I saw a mom-to-be spa afternoon advertised at this place and immediately called the hotel, hiring exclusive access to the entire spa for the next three hours.

“Why don’t you take a look for yourself?”

Rising onto her tiptoes, she peeks inside the ivory-and-black Chanel bag. “Holy shit, you did, didn’t you?”

Before she can insist that I return the gift, I take her hand and guide us to the back of my truck, lifting her onto the tailgate and stepping between her legs. With the leisure facilities being hired out by yours truly, there aren’t many cars around, and we’re definitely alone.

Just how I like it.

“Before I take you inside and spoil the shit out of you for the next few hours, I need you to tell me something,” I say, pushing a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

I love it when Vesper wears her hair in a messy bun, especially when it falls around her face like this. It’s cute as fuck.

She loops her hands around the back of my neck, our noses almost touching. “Shoot.”

Swallowing down my nerves, I know there will never be a better time to ask this question. Before I left for Vegas, she confessed that she was falling, and now I need to know where I stand.

“Are you mine, Ves? If someone asks me if I have a girl, can I tell them yes, or do I have to wait a while longer?”

The December air circulates in the trees, the sound of birds chirping from the branches. The setting for my question couldn’t be better.

She toys with the hairs at the back of my neck, and it feels like they’re all standing on end when a grin overtakes her face and her eyes sparkle with joy.

“You want me to be your girlfriend?”

Crouching down, I know we’re taking a risk of being seen when I peel up her dress and trail open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thigh.

She sucks a breath through her teeth, hands diving into my hair.

“Be my girlfriend,” I whisper against her pebbled flesh, gliding my tongue toward her apex. “Have my baby, be my girlfriend, and let me love you both forever.”

“Silas,” Vesper moans, pulling on my hair.

Planting my hands on either side of her on the tailgate, I stand back up and kiss across her jawline.

She tips her head back and groans toward the blue sky.

“Be my girlfriend,” I repeat, although it sounds like more of a plea now.

“I’m yours …”

My mouth stills, and my whole body freezes.

“Can you repeat that for me, Vesper? Because I fucking loved the way it sounded, falling from your lips.”

She giggles and takes my face in her hands, resting her forehead against mine. “I said that I’m yours. You desperate, needy man. To hell with trying to be friends and taking things slowly.”

“You fucking adore me when I’m needy,” I volley back, dropping my nose into the side of her neck, inhaling her scent like a wild animal. “You make me want to do crazy things.”

She whimpers, “Like fuck me on the back of your truck, in broad daylight?”

I growl into her neck, “Don’t tempt me, woman. I’ll have your panties pushed to the side and my cock inside you within seconds.”