Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Her hands are shaking, but she hasn’t taken her eyes off the ring so that’s a good sign, I hope.
“Where did you get that? When?”
“I picked it out when you were at the spa having your massage.”
“That was the day after we met!”
“I knew the second I saw you that you were the one.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m crazy for you, sweet girl. Will you please marry me?”
She starts tearing up as she nods her head. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
I quickly put the ring on her finger, leap up, and swallow her in my arms.
It’s the happiest moment of my life.
We kiss and then move onto the bed, tearing each other’s clothes off and making it official right there beside her dresses.
When she’s crying out, her back arched, her pussy cumming on my hard cock, I root deep inside her and release.
I can’t believe I’ll get to ravage this girl for the rest of my life. Not one day will pass without her cumming on me. It could be my hands, my mouth, my cock, or all three, but I won’t go one day without hearing her screams of pleasure.
“Let’s celebrate in Paris,” I say when we’re both laying on our backs, breathing heavily. “I’ll take you to Le Cygne Bleu for dinner. You can wear that gorgeous silver dress you didn’t get to wear yet.”
She reaches over and touches the silver dress, feeling the sleek material between her fingers.
“I have to work,” she says sadly. “I don’t have any more vacation days.”
“Will they give you another week off if I donate another ten million dollars?”
She laughs like I’m kidding. “Yeah, probably.”
I grab my phone and dial my accountant.
She springs up to a seated position, her bare breasts hanging down and looking so damn good I’m ready to go again. “What are you doing?”
My accountant answers and I tell him to donate another ten million dollars only if they’ll let Maya have another week off.
Her mouth drops as I hang up the phone.
“Did you really just do that?”
“Looks like you can come to Paris, oui? Or, do you have any other excuses?”
She shakes her head as she grins at me. “I guess we found out who the mystery donation came from.”
“Busted,” I say with a smirk. “So, you’ll come? They have the best raspberry mousse on the planet.”
“Okay,” she says, giving me that knockout smile. “I’d love to.”
I lean up, cup her bare breast, and kiss her with so much passion that we drop back onto the bed and do it all over again.
If we flew commercial, we would have already missed the flight, but I have my own jet, so I can take all the time in the world with my new incredible fiancé.
Next stop, Paris.
EPILOGUE
Adrian
One year later…
The Aurelia is just as stunning as ever when we step out of the limo for the first day of our honeymoon.
This is the first time I’m walking through the grand marble archway with my wife on my arm.
Maya Drake.
That wonderful name wrecks me. Every time I hear someone say it, a rush of possessive pride lights me up from the inside.
This amazing woman is my wife. She’s all mine.
We’re back where it all began—The Empire Suite at The Aurelia—but this time, it’s not two strangers on the edge of something new. This time, it’s coming full circle.
This time, our love is cemented into something permanent. The rings on our fingers are proof of that.
Jericho greets us warmly, smiling as he rushes down the marble stairs. He looks like the kind of guy who meticulously irons his socks before work. He beams when he sees us.
“Mr. and Mrs. Drake,” he says with a genuine smile, shaking my hand vigorously. “Welcome home.”
Home.
He’s not wrong. This place will always have a special place in my heart. This is where Maya fell in love with me. I fell in love with her the second I saw her, but it took her a little longer.
Maya squeezes my hand as we step into the grand luxurious lobby. The beach looks as stunning as ever, the turquoise water crystal clear.
“I missed this place,” she says softly, almost to herself as she looks around.
I missed our private beach, our secluded hot tub, that big master bed—everywhere I claimed her during that first magical week together.
Jericho gets us checked in fast and we’re on our way to our room, excited for a long, relaxing week. Just the two of us.
The wedding was extraordinary—an extravagant ceremony in Tuscany, at a restored villa surrounded by olive groves and vineyards.
Maya would have been happy marrying me at the local community center, but I wanted to spoil her. I wanted to make her feel like a princess, so I flew everyone to Italy and set them up at a gorgeous nearby hotel. It was all so perfect.