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place is amazing,” she said, stopping to look at the gazebo that now housed a brightly lit Christmas tree.
    Jackson took her hand and led her up into the gazebo. Once there, he stopped and knelt before her. She turned and looked at him, eyes wide and a little fearful.
    “Sinclair Malone, I know I treated you like my beck and call girl in the past, but those days are over. I love you and want you to be my wife so I can come home to you at the end of every shift. You are the woman I want to share the rest of my days with. Will you do me the honor of marrying me and allowing me to be your husband?”
    Sinclair stared at the man on his knee before her as any reservations she had been clinging to melted away. “Are you sure? I don’t want you rushing into anything if you’re not ready for it.”
    Jackson looked into her eyes and laughed. “Babe, I’ve been ready to marry you since you showed up at the firehouse and told me off. Now answer me, and later is not acceptable.”
    “Yes, oh yes, I’ll marry you,” she said, bending forward and kissing him.
    Though she hardly wanted to let him go, she did not fight him when he pulled back and reached for her left hand. “This will remind you that you and I are together for the long haul.”
    He slipped a ring on her finger. Once it was in place, he kissed her knuckle before rising and pulling her in for another long, passionate kiss. When he finally released her, they were both panting. Lifting her hand, she looked at the ring. The band was wider than she expected, gold, and there was a ring of diamonds around a larger, bloodred ruby. She thought she saw writing behind the ruby, but could not be sure. She would have to wait until they got back inside to examine it closer.
    “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, lifting her head and kissing him again. “I love you, Jackson Matthews, and hope I never have to come to the firehouse and yell at you again.”
    “Me, too. The guys still rag me about treating you right or else they’re going to draw straws to see who gets a shot at you next.”
    “I think we need to get back inside. I’m sure your break’s over by now,” Sinclair said as she rested her head on his chest, quite content to be right where she was.
    “Yeah, I suppose. Or we could go home and forget about the rest of the party.”
    Sinclair lifted her head and frowned at him. “But there’s a present under the tree with your name on it. We can’t leave until you open your gift.”
    She watched as Jackson’s eyes lit up.
    “A present? For me? Then I guess we do have to go back inside,” he said, trying to sound resigned to his fate, though she knew better.
    He wanted his Christmas present.

Chapter 10

    Jenna led the way into the apartment they shared on the fourth floor. As always, they were greeted by the glow from a small lamp in the living room. By now Antony’s legs were working a little better, and he only needed Gentry to assist him in stumbling to the bedroom.
    Jenna unwrapped Antony from the blanket he wore and helped him to lay in the center of their king-size bed. Then she flipped the blanket over him again, wanting to keep him warm while they prepared to join him.
    “Strip, Gentry, and then you will help undress me. We’re going to do a little private celebrating before we go back downstairs for presents at midnight.”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    She watched as Gentry untied the waist ribbon of his costume and carefully pushed it off his cock and balls before shoving it down his legs. He stepped out of it then took a moment to pick it up and place it on the dresser beside Antony’s, which he had dropped when they’d entered the room.
    She turned her back to him so he could work the hook and eye closures holding her corset together. She would never admit it, but while she loved looking the part, it always felt so good when she took the hot, tight clothes off at the end of the evening. She smiled as he brushed a kiss across the top of her right