While he was unable to move with the blow of aborted arousal, she jumped off the bed, zoomed to the briefcase, extracted the documents and ran to her paper shredder.
His protests died as the machine devoured the last of the papers. He approached her, her demigod who’d brought her back proof of his worthiness of forever.
A challenge was tingeing the love blazing on his face. “That’s just one copy of endless ones I can order made.”
She kissed him silent. “I order you not to make any.” He enfolded her in his arms and she whispered against his adoring lips, “All I’ll ever need is for you to be mine, to let me be yours.”
“I am, all yours. Always have been, always will be, for as long as I live.” He swung her up in his arms, fused her against his heat and hunger, murmured hungrily against her lips, “Now, about being mine…”