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Declan's arm slides around my waist as we follow the bellhop to the elevator. "I hope you don't mind sharing."

"I suppose I can tolerate your company for a few more days," I tease, leaning into his embrace.

The elevator doors slide open, revealing a private foyer leading to our digs. As we step inside, my jaw drops. The room is nothing short of palatial, with soaring ceilings, intricate mosaic tiles, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a magical view of the pyramids.

"Declan, this is..." I trail off, at a loss for words.

He grins, clearly pleased by my reaction. "Only the best for you, darling."

I wander to the window, mesmerized by the sight of the ancient wonders bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Declan's arms encircle me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder.

After a sumptuous meal and a good night's sleep, we take a river boat trip down the Nile to visit more ancient monuments. The gentle lapping of the Nile against our felucca's wooden hull is hypnotic. I lean back against Declan's chest, savoring the warmth of the Egyptian sun on my skin and the cool breeze coming off the river.

I tilt my head up to gaze at him. "This is heaven."

His blue eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at me. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, love."

Our traditional sailboat glides effortlessly down the Nile, the shoreline a patchwork of lush green fields and sandy banks. Palm trees sway in the breeze, and occasionally we spot a herd of water buffalo cooling off in the shallows.

"Look!" I exclaim, pointing to a flock of white ibises taking flight from a nearby marsh. "They're so graceful."

Our felucca captain, a weathered old man named Hassan, calls out to us in Arabic, pointing to something on the shore. Declan translates for me.

"He says we're approaching the Temple of Kom Ombo," Declan explains. "It's one of the most unique temples in Egypt, dedicated to two gods at once---Sobek the crocodile god, and Horus the falcon god."

As we draw closer, I gasp at the sight. The temple rises majestically from the riverbank, its golden sandstone columns gleaming in the sunlight. Two identical entrances face the Nile, a testament to its dual nature.

By the time we return to our hotel suite, we agree that we need to move on tomorrow. Declan suggests a stop in Spain, and I trust his judgment completely. The next morning, we head back to the airport.

As we settle into our seats on Declan's jet once again, I experience a mixture of excitement and wistfulness. Egypt was beyond amazing, but Spain promises its own unique charms.

"So, where exactly are we heading in Spain?" I ask, buckling my seatbelt.

"How do you feel about flamenco and tapas?"

"Seville?" I guess, my heart skipping a beat.

He clasps my hand and kisses it. "Got it in one, darling. I thought we could use a bit of passion and spice after all that ancient history."

The flight passes in a blur of stolen kisses and whispered promises. Before I know it, we're touching down in Seville, the warm Andalusian sun greeting us as we step off the plane. A driver awaits us on the tarmac and whisks us through the winding streets of Seville, past whitewashed buildings adorned with wrought-iron balconies and colorful tiles. The city is a vibrant tapestry of old and new, with modern shops nestled alongside ancient churches and palatial mansions.

As we pull up to our hotel, a stunning converted palace in the heart of the old town, I'm fascinated by the beauty of this place. Declan takes me to our suite which is, of course, ginormous and gorgeous. After a good night's sleep, the time has finally come.

We are flying straight to London.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Declan

We leave the hotel in the early hours of the morning. That had been Sabrina's idea. She wants to stop off in Spain for one last adventure as a tourist, and I can't refuse her anything she wants. I would do anything for her, even strap my naked body to the back of a crocodile if that would make her happy. That explains why we're now strolling down the cobblestone streets of Seville. Bree's eyes sparkle with excitement as she twirls, her sundress floating around her while her hair conceals most of her face.

"Wow, isn't it magical?" she gushes, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward a quaint café. "We simply must try the churros here. I've heard they're to die for."

"Careful there, love. At this rate, you'll have us eating our way through all of Spain before noon."

She shoots me a playful pout. "Are you saying you don't want to indulge in a little...sweetness with me?"

The way she emphasizes the word sweetness makes my cock wake up and begin to hunger for a different kind of treat. I pull her close, my lips brushing her ear. "Oh, I'll indulge in all the sweetness you're offering, darling. But let's start with those churros, shall we?"

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