His eyebrows rise. “Are you sure?”
Everything in me feels too good and too bright and I don’t want to lose that feeling to a tiny piece of rubber. “Yes.”
He curses under his breath and releases my hands to haul me into his arms. Fitting his cock against me, he slams deep, pressing me back against the wall again. “Holy shit.”
This whole sensation is new. Heat and friction. He feels so much bigger and I feel fuller and I lose all conscious thought. Bliss spirals up and out and through, and I’m barely aware of the fact that Malcolm is fucking me hard enough to shake the walls.
“That’s two,” he says, thrusting home again.
“Two’s good.” My head sags down against his shoulder. I’m clinging to him like he’s an anchor and bathing in the pleasure of every single movement.
He shifts me, angling my hips so I can take him deeper, and holy fuck, that’s it. My world explodes into fireworks. I’m not even coming yet—it just feels so fucking good that I can’t breathe.
“I said three,” Malcolm growls in my ear. “And I meant three.”
I’m no longer able to keep quiet, and he doesn’t care. His cock hammers into me without mercy. I don’t need mercy. I’m so close. Close.
My voice echoes off the walls when the nova goes off. No chance that people don’t hear. I don’t care. Let them hear. Let them be jealous. I’m falling through clouds of silver and gold to land back in Malcolm’s arms. His eyes are a haze of lust—he’s close too.
“Put me down,” I breathe.
“No.”
I take his face in my hands. “Put me down.”
He groans as he pulls out and I land on my feet. But I don’t stay there. I sink to my knees in front of him, staring up into his eyes as he strokes his cock. Hard and fast. His own hand is a blur, twisting around the head, and his eyes close. Hips jerk.
I open my mouth before he comes, saying my name loudly. He spills his heat over my tongue, and I catch it before it spills over. When he’s finished, he’s bracing himself against the wall above me. “Jesus.”
Grinning, I stand. “Tonight can be about both of us.”
“Fuck, I love you.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body up against him. “So what’s the other part of the surprise?”
He laughs softly. “Marco kept the place open for us to celebrate. He’s probably wondering where the hell we are.”
I break apart and start throwing on my clothes. “Let’s go. I’m not missing out on that.”
Malcolm tucks me under his arm and sweeps me away to my celebration. And the food is just as delicious as every other time that we’ve been here in the last couple of months. “This was a really good idea,” I tell him.
“I know.”
It’s hard to talk when the food is this good.
“But,” Malcolm says, “I do want to taste the barbecue where you’re from. I want to do a whole tour of it.”
I nod. “That would be so fun. When we can both make time for it.”
He wipes his hands on a napkin. “I had an idea about that.”
“Oh?”
Malcolm smiles. “You’ve still got friends in Georgia. And some family.”
“Yeah…”
“Well,” he clears his throat. “What if we go and do it for your bridal shower?”
I nearly choke, and look directly at him. “What?”
Malcolm stands and then drops to one knee in front of me. “Brooke. My life has been literally turned upside down since you’ve been in it, and even though it hasn’t been long, I want you in my life. I can’t imagine anything without you, from our apartment to our bed, to everything else. Will you marry me?”
Tears flood my eyes. The happiness that blows through my chest is so wild and strong that I can’t speak. He pulls a ring out of the pocket of his suit. Twisting silver and diamonds. It’s beautiful.
“I hope those are happy tears.”
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, of course they are. Of course I’ll marry you!” I leap out of my seat and wrap myself around him. I don’t even give him a chance to put the ring on my finger. “I love you. I love you and I want to marry you.”
“I love you, too, Brooke.”
Malcolm sinks a hand into my hair, and as he tilts my face up to his, there’s no other place that I’d rather be.
Epilogue
Brooke
One Year Later
I cross the sand with my drink, back to the massively oversized umbrella that covers our chairs. “The people here are so nice. They keep giving me free drinks even though we can afford them.”
Malcolm chuckles where he’s reading a book. “That’s because you keep telling everyone that we’re on our honeymoon.”
“We are on our honeymoon.”
Not exactly a traditional one. Most people don’t wait six months after getting married to go on a honeymoon. But between Malcolm’s schedule and mine, this is the first time that we’ve been able to get away.
The resort that we’re at is full service and doesn’t have many people. So we’re currently the only people in sight on the beach that we’re relaxing on.
Setting down my drink on the small table, I kneel in the sand by his chair. He’s missing a shirt, and I slide my hand up Malcolm’s chest. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how fucking hot my husband is. “What do I have to do to remind you that this is our honeymoon, Sir.”
He lowers the book and raises an eyebrow. “Sir?”
I haven’t called him sir in a long time. After all, I don’t work for him anymore. I only bring out that weapon when I need his full and undivided attention.
“I brought those high heels that you love. And a tie. And some red lipstick. We could recreate the night we met. Or any of those days in your office.”
Malcolm’s eyes drop down my body, taking in the thin bikini that I’m wearing and the way I’m intentionally posing so that he can see almost all of me—but not quite.
“If my wife is this insatiable, then clearly I didn’t do a good enough job this morning.”
“I’m on my honeymoon,” I say, lowering my voice to a soft, seductive level. “I’m supposed to be insatiable.”
He catches my wrist and pulls, forcing me off balance so I fall onto his chest. “I like it when you’re insatiable. It gives me an excuse to participate in my favorite hobby.”
A furious blush stains my cheeks. It’s the one thing he can say that will always embarrass me a little. His favorite hobby—or so he says—is licking my pussy until I scream. And he’s not shy about telling people that.
I swallow. “You are very good at that.”
He wraps his arms around me and shifts so that he’s over me, comforting weight pressing me into the chair. “I better keep practicing then, so I don’t lose any of my skill.”
“We should go back.”
He laughs. “I don’t think so.”
“You’re going to do it here?”