Ship Wrecked (Spoiler Alert, #3)

by Olivia Dade

She laughed. “Peter, you knäppgök. You never need to ask if you can go down on me. The answer is always going to be yes. Always.” “I’m not—” Ducking his chin to his chest, he huffed out a laugh. “Only you, Maria. Only you would mistake a heartfelt declaration of love and proposal of marriage for an inquiry about licking your pussy. Shit.”