Epilogue Benson
Three months later…
“What time is our flight?” Karmen asks as she reviews the files on her laptop for the next case.
A powerful man whose seventeen-year-old daughter has gone missing while on spring break in Europe.
The police have been useless in searching for her, so he came to us.
We’ve had several leads, but nothing concrete, so Karmen and I are flying out tonight to retrace her steps and hopefully track her down.
She could have been sold into sex trafficking.
It’s highly likely, but given this man’s background and connections, it could very well be a case of revenge.
Twisting my watch to check the time, I say, “We need to leave in half an hour.” I move to stand behind her chair, reaching down to cup her breasts. “Plenty of time to play.”
“You know we’ll need more time than that,” she laughs, and the sound hits me right in the chest.
She laughs a lot more these days, and it gives me immense satisfaction knowing it’s because of me. Our relationship has only grown stronger over the last couple of months, and the need to make her mine permanently is a constant echo in my mind.
Sliding one hand down further, I lean in and whisper, “Stand up, love.”
She obeys, sliding the chair back from the desk. I reach for her left hand as she gets to her feet, kneeling before her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, confused.
I pull the ring box from my pocket. The same one I tried to give her years ago.
She gasps, silver eyes widening.
“There will never be another woman for me. Never be another soul on this earth that gives me what I need. Only you. You are everything to me, baby, and I want to be everything to you. In our home. In our bedroom. At work. In this life and the next.” I slowly open the box as a single tear slides down her cheek, and she gets to her knees before me.
I pluck the ring from the box, then gently slide it onto her finger, kissing the pink stone once it’s firmly set in place. “You are mine, beautiful. Mine to cherish, mine to adore, mine to punish and love, mine to bend and break and put back together.” I kiss her wet cheek. “Marry me?”
“Yes,” she says simply, and it’s the best word in the entire fucking world. I pull her into my arms, kissing her long and deep as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
I pull back, searching those eyes that have captivated my heart since day one. “The minute we touch down in London, I’m finding a priest.”
Tossing her head back, she laughs, then she brings her eyes back to mine. “Or we could enjoy being engaged for a while.”
I can tell by the smirk on her face that she’s teasing me.
“Not a fucking chance,” I growl, squeezing her ass before giving it a playful slap.
She presses her lips to mine, tender and sweet. “I can’t wait to have your last name.”
My smile is triumphant.
“Karmen Cunningham does have a nice ring to it,” I whisper against her sweet lips. “But I’ll just call you mine.”
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