150 — Totally, truly, forever.

“Do you think you can be convinced?” Desmond asks mischievously, touching the edge of my panties. “You know I’m good at it.”

I bite my lip, my body burning intensely with desire, drying up all traces of tears in my eyes.

Now, there’s only lust and anticipation tickling between my legs.

The truth is, there’s no convincing — of course, I want to marry Desmond. Being with him is everything I’ve ever