Page 35 of The Thief

My beautiful bride-to-be sits looking at me with an expression that would make any man feel like a King. Her tussled bedhead frames her beautiful face like a halo. She is exquisite, and I don't think she realizes it. She pulls the sheet up to hide her nakedness from my gaze, and I smirk. Smart move.

She nods her head, and I stroll into the kitchen to pour us both a cup. "I didn't find creamer or sweetener."

"I use milk and honey."

When I open the cabinets, she throws the covers off and runs to the bathroom. I chuckle at her shyness. There isn't an inch of that beautiful body I haven't kissed or touched.

I add the extras to her coffee, stir them in, and then set them on the table. I walk over to my duffle bag and grab a hanger out of it, put my uniform on it, then hook it on her hanging basket chair.

She opens the door, and I laugh at her. She's wearing a fluffy pink robe with floppy bunny slippers. She grins at me as she goes to the table to sit down, pulls her knee up to hug, and reaches for her cup. She takes a sip. "Mmm, it's perfect. Thank you."

Seeing her like that makes my dick want more, but we need to make wedding plans. I reach back into my duffle bag, pull out a pair of boxer briefs, step into them, then grab a pair of distressed jeans to wear. I need to clothe my cock. Otherwise, she's going to figure out how easy it will be for her to manipulate me, and I'll be in serious trouble then.

When I come back to the table, her eyes devour me, and I love the way that feels. I stop at the table, bend down for a morning peck on her perfect lips, and she puckers up sweetly for me. Then I sit down across from her, lean back in the chair, take a sip of my coffee, and stare at her. "When you're ready, we have a lot to cover."

"I need to check in with Cathy for an update. We were going to accept all media invitations this week."

I tilt my head and break the news to her. "Cathy will have to do those alone. Do you know a wedding planner?"

She looks at her phone, and I know she's concerned about Cathy's anxiety issues not being there for her.

I add, "Cathy will be fine. She's won, and she knows she's won. That will give her confidence and courage."

She smiles a sweet, heartfelt, closed-lip smile. Then she says, "I do, actually, Bobby Barnes. He owns Bobby's Bridal. I've worked with him before."

"Good. Give him a call and let him know you have to pull off a miracle wedding in two weeks."

"Two weeks? I thought we had three?"

"I'll be thirty in three. We need to be married and away on our honeymoon for my birthday."

"Honeymoon?" She blinks back her surprise.

I chuckle at her expression. "Yes. Married people usually take a honeymoon right after the wedding ceremony before returning to their everyday lives."

"Oh!" She looks away, then adds, "Going on a honeymoon never crossed my mind."

"We can discuss where later. The first order of business is to contact Bobby. Give me his number. I'll set a meeting up while you call Cathy."

She sighs, "Ok."

"Do you need a shot of the Kahlúa I saw in your cabinet?"

She smirks, "Yes, please!"

Chapter 20

d’Artagnan

After Rapunzel pours the shot of Kahlúa into her coffee, she goes to the bed to call Cathy. She sits cross-legged facing the bathroom with her mug nestled up against her chest.

My mind begins running through a dozen different places to take her on our honeymoon.

A dozen different places where I can bombard her senses.

A dozen different adventures I can share with her.

When Cathy answers the call, Rapunzel's eyes dart to mine. Her skin flushes with Cathy's teasing comment about how fantastic the sex between us must have been to be calling so late in the day, especially when it's on the most important day of their business venture.

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