One Foolish Night (Eternal Bachelors Club #4)

“Well, aren’t you gonna take it out?”


She reached into the drawer. Paul didn’t watch what she pulled out, but looked at her face instead, when she turned back to him. He knew what would be in her hand, because he’d put it there less than an hour earlier. It had burned a hole in his jacket pocket all the way from Montauk.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll get you a different one. We can go shopping tomorrow morning and you can choose whatever you want.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “Oh, Paul.”

He reached for her hand and took the ring she was holding. It was a simple solitaire diamond set in gold to match her hair. “Will you marry me?”

“Do you mean that?” Holly asked, her voice all choked up.

Paul brushed a knuckle over her cheek. “What’s it look like, baby? Of course I mean it. Now what do you say?”

Holly nodded. “Yes. I say yes.”

Excitement coursed through him as he slid the ring onto her finger and pulled her face down to his for a kiss. “I love you,” he murmured before he captured her lips and kissed her.



Holly responded to his kiss, angling her head, while her body writhed against him, her damp sex rubbing along his cock to the point where he couldn’t take it a moment longer. With one move, he flipped her onto her back and positioned himself between her spread legs.

The moment he slid into her, Holly arched her back. Paul severed the kiss, and stilled his movements.

“I’m going to do everything to make you happy.”

She smiled up at him. “I know what you could start with.” Holly put her hands on his hips, urging him deeper into her.

“Is that all you can think of?” he teased, and withdrew a few inches before thrusting back into her.

“You don’t want to know all the things I can think of,” she hedged.

“I do, Holly. Teach me. Show me.”

When she looked at him, her eyes sparkling like a thousand stars, he knew they would make it. Their whole lives lay ahead of them, and they had everything they needed to make it work: They had found love that was stronger than the forces that had tried to pull them apart.

“Show you?” she murmured back.

“Yes, show me everything.”

Paul gave himself over to making love to the woman in his arms, the woman who had taught him to judge not by one’s past, but by one’s future.

“I love you, Holly.”



THE END