Fight For Me by Claudia Burgoa
Epilogue
Luna
A year later…
“Are you alone tonight, sweetheart?” Joe, the bartender asks.
I shrug, winking at him. He’s an old friend of mine. I grab the glass, looking around the dim, crowded bar for a place to sit. In the corner, I find an empty table. It’s busier than I expected for a Thursday night. I hear multiple patrons grunt in frustration and look up at the screen; I guess I missed that the Rangers are playing the Vancouver Orcas tonight. I consider myself lucky that I grabbed the last table. Lifting my glass, I swallow my cold, cherry-lime flavored drink. I don’t enjoy the taste, but the Shirley Temple will have to do it for now. If I had a choice, I’d be drinking whiskey. I glance down at my clothes, reminding myself to stay in character.
“Is this seat taken?” My gaze drifts to the man who’s speaking in a low voice and has clear blue, captivating eyes. He wears a fitted black shirt and a pair of jeans.
Straightening my back, I flash a wide smile at him. “I’m waiting for a friend.”
“A friend?” He arches a brow, lifting his hand and snapping his fingers. “What are you drinking?”
“I’m good, thank you,” I say with the sweetest voice I can manage. Would a librarian sound like that? No, maybe she should be somber. Hmm, I didn’t do much research for tonight. I smooth my plaid mini skirt.
He glances at the table, taking my drink. Smoothly, he places it in his firm, sexy lips, sips it, and spits it out.
“Fuck, Luna, what are you drinking?”
I bat my eyelashes at him. “Shirley Temple. I didn’t think you’d drink it.” I give him my best upset librarian look—I think. “You don’t just go and take food from other people’s tables.”
“You’re not a stranger,” he defends himself.
Gah!
This is going downhill.
“What happened to lonely librarian meets dangerous outlaw?” I glare at the man who just ruined our fantasy night.
One corner of his mouth lifts. “He saw his girlfriend wearing a tiny skirt that barely covers her tanned legs and gorgeous ass.” He serves me with a smirk and a gaze filled with naughty thoughts. “What if tonight we forget about my birthday present voucher and focus on you?”
“I’m counting tonight as one of your fantasies, Everhart.” I rise from my seat, placing my arms behind his neck. His arms wrap my body, one hand resting on my butt. “Five all-time sexual fantasies, this is number three. I don’t care what you think.”
He takes off my fake glasses with a lopsided grin, placing them on the table before pulling the pens holding my hair up, letting my wavy dark hair fall on my shoulders. “Having you is my all-time favorite fantasy, Luna,” he says, his smooth bedroom voice causing desire to roil in my belly. He leans closer, brushing his lips against my ear. “There are a few surfaces that we haven’t explored yet in our new place. Do you want to…come?”
I lean closer, rising on my tiptoes. His woodsy, amber scent welcomes me as I place a kiss on his jaw. My hands slide down his strong chest, traveling to his stomach, and stopping right on the waistband of his jeans.
“You’re hard,” I say, my fingers gliding to his crotch and palming his semi-hard length.
“Luna,” he growls, taking my hands and kissing them. “I don’t plan on walking three blocks with a hard-on.”
“Oh, but you will.” I tilt my head, smiling at him, and sauntering away in the direction of the door.
“I’ll make you pay for this,” he mumbles into my ear once he catches up with me. And I hope he follows through with that threat.
We walk the short distance from the bar to our place. Stepping in the elevator, he puts me in front of him and I wiggle my ass at the feel of his erection. Resting my head on his chest, I look up and find his gaze.
He places a sweet kiss on my forehead, the mischievous smile appearing right away. “I love that you try, but I guess pretending isn’t something I love to have between us.”
I get it. Part of our job is to be undercover for missions. As fun as it is to pretend to be Wonder Woman or that I’m a tourist, he prefers to be with me.
Just me.
Once inside our place, he shuts the door and arms the security system. Then, he presses me firmly against the wall.
“You know what my fantasy is for tonight?”
He lifts my hands, holding my wrists together, and placing them above my head. His lips trail down my face, my jaw, my collarbone, and across my breasts where he lingers for a couple of breaths before taking a step back. That’s when I see it. The foyer is illuminated by candles and flowers and Vivaldi’s Autumn piece begins to play in the background. He takes my hands, kisses them, and smiles.
Pulling a red velvet box out of his pocket, he drops on one knee and opens it.
Inside, there’s a rose gold solitaire ring.
“Harry,” I whisper, covering my mouth lightly.
My heart thunders inside my ribcage as I hold the happy tears threatening to cascade down my cheeks.
“Luna, you came into my life unexpectedly and I had no idea how much you’d change it. You shook my entire world, showed me true love, and have remained by my side during my best and my worst times. Every day with you is a new challenge and a new adventure. Whether we are at home, on vacations, or working on a mission, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He takes a deep breath. “I love you. You’re my life—the best part of me. Please, fulfill my ultimate fantasy. Would you be my wife?”
“Yes, yes!”
I take his face with both hands, feathering kisses on it. “Of course, I’ll be your wife. Have I told you yet that you bring happiness into my life? I can’t imagine life without you.” I lean forward, hugging him tightly. “I love you forever.”
His arms go around my back, our lips brush, then press together. We kiss long and hard, exchanging new promises without words and igniting that fire that never stops consuming us.
“You’re all I need, Luna. My only fantasy. My entire world. I love you for always.”
