Devastated (Anger Management, #1)(72)

Nodding, he said, “Two things,” as he gently brushed her hair over her shoulder so that he could kiss the side of her neck.

“And what are these two things that you wanted to discuss at three in the morning?” she asked, as she ran her fingers over his chest.

“What are your plans today?” Hunter asked, kissing her neck as he gently pushed her onto her back so that he could follow, settling himself between her legs.

“Well, you mean besides getting some sleep now that the Florida criminal system has released a dangerous criminal back into the population?” Kylie asked, as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Yes, besides that, brat,” he said, chuckling as he pressed one last kiss against her neck so that he could look at her.

“Errands,” she said, making his lips twitch.

“That sounds exciting,” he said, smiling as he leaned down and kissed her.

“What’s the second question?” Kylie asked, as she ran her hands over his back.

“How would you like to go away with me today?” he asked, as he pulled back from that kiss.

“You’re leaving?” she asked, sounding so damn sad that he couldn’t help but lean back down and give her another kiss.

“Yes, and I’m asking you to go with me,” he said, kissing her chin.

“What about work?” Kylie asked after a slight hesitation.

“It will be here when we get back,” he assured her with a kiss against her throat.

“So, I still have a job?” she asked, making him frown.

“Why wouldn’t you still have a job?” he asked, pulling back so that he could look into her beautiful eyes as he tried to figure out what she was talking about.

“I was only hired to help you during your house arrest.”

“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully.

“We’ve never talked about what happens after this,” she said, making him realize his mistake.

“No, we haven’t, have we?” he murmured in agreement as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “It’s up to you, Miss Kimmes. The job is yours if you want it,” he said, tempted to tell her that she didn’t need to work, but he knew her well enough to know that’s not what she wanted. His little workaholic liked to stay busy. She could do whatever made her happy and he wouldn’t care.

Unless she tried to leave, that is.

Then he’d lose his fucking mind.

“I want to keep my job,” she said without hesitation, making him smile.

“And pretend that I’m in charge?” he teased with another kiss.

“I suppose I could do that,” Kylie said, smiling as she reached up to gently caress his jaw.

“What if I told you that I had another question for you, Mrs. O’Mallery?” he said, making her breath catch.

“What did you just call me?” she asked, not sure that she’d heard him right.

“Mrs. O’Mallery,” he said slowly, enunciating every syllable with a pleased smile.

“Why did you call me that?” she asked, releasing a shaky breath.

“Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said, brushing his lips against hers as he said, “Say yes.”

“I…” she started to say only to close her eyes and admit, “I’m scared.”

“Of what?” Hunter asked, leaning down to brush his lips over hers.

“Of saying yes.”

“Do you want to say yes?” he asked absently, as he kissed a path down to the side of her neck.

“Yes,” she said, making him smile.

“Then say yes, Kylie,” he said, pulling back so that he could look into her beautiful blue eyes.

“Yes,” she said with a watery smile as she pulled him down for a kiss.

“Then this is probably a good time to go over the rest of the rules,” he said, sighing heavily with a solemn nod, making her lips twitch.

“More rules?” she asked, unable to help but smile as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Mmmhmm,” he said, as he leaned down and kissed her, “you are going to let me spoil you.”

“I see,” she murmured against his lips. “Is that it?”

“That, and you’ll let me love you for the rest of my life.”





Epilogue

One Month Later…

Maldives



“Are you going to open your eyes?”

“Are you going to try to make me go back in the water?” Kylie countered as she felt the sheet pulled down another inch.

“That depends,” Hunter said, as he continued kissing a path down her spine.

“On what?” she asked on a moan as she felt her body relax.

“On what you’re hiding under your pillow,” he said, making her wince.

“I can explain,” she said, even as she pushed the iPad that she’d been forced to hide when Hunter came out of the shower back towards his side of the bed.

“I thought we agreed no work,” Hunter said, as she felt his large hand slip beneath her pillow and pull the iPad away.

“We did, but this was an emergency,” Kylie said, rolling over to face her husband with a hopeful smile, really hoping that it would be enough to make him forget his promise to throw her in the water if he found her trying to work again.