Argeneau Book 21 - Page 80

 

 

Sherry wrinkled her nose. “He might be a little put off by the way you’ve been spreading your seed around all these centuries. I mean a man with fifty kids for his sweet granddaughter? It might be a concern.”

 

 

“It’s not fifty kids, it’s—” Basil cut himself off, his eyes narrowing when he noted the twinkle in her eyes. “You’re teasing me.”

 

 

“I am,” she agreed, and reached out to begin unb.u.t.toning his s.h.i.+rt. “You did say you liked my sense of humor.”

 

 

“And I do,” he a.s.sured her, reaching out to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He let her remove the s.h.i.+rt, but when she dropped down to work on the snap of his jeans, he added, “But you’ll still have to be punished.”

 

 

“What kind of punishment?” Sherry asked, peering up with a smile as she lowered his zipper.

 

 

Basil groaned, his eyes turning pure silver and his semi erection becoming a full one in a heartbeat. Sherry glanced to the tent now poking through the open zipper and smiled, then gave a little gasp of surprise when he suddenly caught her under the arms and pulled her to her feet.

 

 

Slipping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and suggested, “How about a lifetime with me. Will you marry me, Sherry?”

 

 

“I thought we’d already agreed to that?” she asked with surprise, pulling back.

 

 

“Yeah, but now I’m actually proposing. I wouldn’t want our children to think you did it.”

 

 

Sherry chuckled and hugged him tightly. “G.o.d, I do love you, Basil Argeneau.”

 

 

“Thank G.o.d for that, soon-to-be Mrs. Argeneau,” he muttered, and pushed her back onto the bed.

 

 

Sherry landed with a gasp, and then raised her head to see that he was finis.h.i.+ng what she’d started and removing the rest of his clothes. Watching him strip, she smiled and commented idly, “We should really get married quickly so you don’t have to call me that too often.”

 

 

Basil paused after stepping out of his jeans. “Really? No long engagement and months of planning?”

 

 

Sherry grinned and shook her head. “Vegas, baby.”

 

 

“G.o.d I do love your mind,” Basil muttered, and crawled onto the bed with her.