‘Brock,’ I whisper as my eyes take it all in.
‘I wanted to give my future wife something special to come home too.’
I love the sound of that. His future wife. Mrs Jade Weston.
‘What if I’d said no?’ I joke as he pulls me into his arms.
‘I wouldn’t have taken no for an answer. I need you in my life, Jade. I have no intentions of letting you go.’
‘There’s no place I’d rather be,’ I say as my lips brush against his. ‘Thank you for wanting me when no one else did.’
‘Oh, sweetheart. I’ll always want you. You’re my life now. You mean everything to me.’
‘When we’re married, you’ll officially be my family. I never thought I’d have that.’
‘Always,’ he says, kissing the top of my head. ‘Have you ever tried to find your father?’
‘No. I’m scared he still won’t want me.’ As far as I know, he’s never tried to find me. That in itself says a lot.
‘If it’s something you ever decided to do, I can help you. I have the best investigators in the field working for me.’
‘I’ll think about it.’ Who am I kidding? It’s practically all I think about. Finding the man who abandoned me has consumed me for years. There’s a part of me that wants to know, and a part that doesn’t. I’d love to meet my father and find out why he gave me up. But then there’s that old saying: what you don’t know can’t hurt you. That’s what’s holding me back: I’m tired of hurting.
‘We can talk about this another time,’ he says, cupping my face. ‘Tonight we celebrate.’
‘Okay. Do you mind if I have a quick shower first?’
‘Of course not. I’ll pour us a glass of champagne while I wait.’
After pulling me in for a scorching hot kiss, he releases me and walks toward the bed. I quickly grab what I need before ducking into the bathroom.
Emerging a short time later, I find Brock sitting at the foot of the bed. His arms are positioned behind him, taking his body weight. His long legs are extended out in front of him and are crossed at the ankle. He’s unbuttoned his shirt, and I can see a hint of his toned and tanned chest. There’s a sexy smile on his lips and a glint of what’s yet to come in his eyes. It makes my pulse quicken.
His gaze leaves mine and slowly travels down my body. He was wrong about the red shoes being his memory, because they’re about to become our memory. He told me once that he’d like to see me wearing nothing but these shoes.
Wish granted.
A smile explodes onto his face when he gets to my feet. ‘Fuck me,’ he gasps. ‘My favourite shoes.’
He goes to stand. I immediately hold my hand out to stop him. I’m nervous, but I want to do something I used to do for some of my clients. I know how much they loved it, and I’m hoping he does too. I want to share every part of me with him.
His eyes widen as one of my hands glide over my torso and settles between my legs. My other hand moves up to caress my breasts. I close my eyes and tilt my head back and moan as my fingers slowly circle my clit and I pinch my nipple with my other hand.
‘Sweet Jesus,’ he whispers, as my eyes open and lock with his. My gaze moves down to his waist when I hear the sound of a zipper. I moan again when I see him free his impressive, hard length and slowly stroke it. Now I know why my clients like it so much. Seeing him pleasure himself is hot.
It only takes a few minutes for me to come undone. Having him watch me turns me on. I never felt anything other than disgust when I did this for the others. I try to keep my eyes on him as my body starts to tremble and the ecstasy courses through me, but I can’t. My head tilts back as a long, drawnout sound escapes me.
Before I get a chance to open my eyes, Brock’s in front of me, lifting me off the ground. My back is roughly pushed into the wall, as his lips crash into mine.
‘That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. How did I get so lucky?’ he groans into my mouth, as he hoists my legs around his waist, impaling me in one swift motion.
Our vacation comes to an end way too fast, but I’ve enjoyed every second. I came here with my lover and I’m leaving with my fiancé. I still can’t believe I’m going to be married to the man of my dreams. Could my life get any better?
Looking down at the beautiful heart shaped diamond ring on my finger, I can’t help but smile. My other hand clutches the locket around my neck that contains all my memories of Paris. This morning, Brock gave me a red lip charm. I’ll never forget the magical time we spent here.
After my little show last night, and him taking me up against the wall, he revealed a red lip tattoo he had gotten while I was with Pierre. It sits right over his heart, right where I kissed him that morning. ‘Now I have your mark on me permanently,’ he’d said.