Page 118 of The Wrong Husband
Something dulls in her eyes.Damn.I need to find out what’s behind that.What’s bothering her?
But I know better than to ask the question outright. I’m going to have to bide my time, until she volunteers the information on her own. And she will, I promise myself.
She pushes aside whatever was on her mind, and when she smiles, it’s genuine. "To new beginnings."
We clink our glasses. Then she raises her glass to her mouth and takes a sip. She makes a 'mmm' sound which turns my already-thickening cock into a column of steel.
"Do you like it?" I clear my throat, trying to rein in my desire.
I must succeed, for she smiles. "I love it. The taste is elegant, powerful, and commanding…" She frowns. "Quite like you."
"Thank you." I dip my chin.
"How did you get everything here?" She shakes her head. "I was already taken aback when you had the paperwork for the wedding organized overnight, and now this—" She shakes her head. "I’m still finding it difficult to believe."
"I asked my team to do the grunt work. They knew it was important to me. Besides, I did compensate them for their time."
She takes another sip from her champagne and rolls it around in her mouth before swallowing it. The movement of her throat, the way she licks her lips… All of it sends my pulse skyrocketing. I take a sip from my own flute and set it aside, then touch the screen to start the engines of the yacht.
She places her own flute aside and turns to me. "Where are you taking us?"
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Phoenix
Turns out, he was taking us to Playa de Levante, to the northwest of Gibraltar. Half an hour after easing out of the harbor, he drops anchor in the calm waters of a bay. The sun is high in the sky, the white sands of the beach stretched out behind us. In front of us is a view of the Rock soaring into the sky. In the distance, the coastline shimmers in the sunlight. We're not that far from the city, but when he switches off the engine, the silence makes it seem like we're the only two people on earth.
He hands me my flute of champagne and, carrying his own, he leads me out to the foredeck, and then onto the bow of the yacht. A gust of wind blows the hair from my face. I lean my head back and drink in the sight of the Rock.
"I’ve always wanted to see it." I take in the upper ridge rising high above us.
"It’s supposed to be one of the pillars of Hercules in the ancient world. Thought to mark the edge of the known world,beyond which are gods and monsters." His voice is soft, seeming to echo the ancient, silent sentinel before us.
I have a strange sensation that I’m standing on sacred, mythic ground, confronting my own fears. Perhaps, sealing my fate. Perhaps, I always knew it would lead to this when he walked into my ER. Perhaps, I let him into my life, knowing it was the only way to move forward. Perhaps, I wanted to put myself into a situation where I’d be forced to share my secrets with someone. And I picked Connor, knowing… He won’t rest until he finds out. And I want him to. I so want to tell him everything. I sigh.
"That was a heartfelt sigh." His lips graze my ear.
The warmth of his breath raises the hair at the back of my neck. I can feel his body, big and solid at my back. Almost as immovable as the Rock we’re facing.
I place my glass on the cap rail, then turn to face him. "Thank you for bringing me here; it’s beautiful."
He places his glass next to mine, then wraps his arm about my waist. He pulls me to my tiptoes and bends, capturing my lips. Where the previous kisses have been urgent and demanding, this one is slow, sensuous, and seductive.
I melt into him, and his grasp on my hips tightens. He hauls me closer, fitting me over the hard column at his crotch. A gasp leaves me. He swallows it, sharing my breath, bending me over his arm so I feel like I’m floating. He licks into my lower lip, and I feel his touch all the way to my toes. And when he nibbles gently on my mouth, my pussy clenches. I groan into his mouth, holding onto his shoulders. If I let go, I fear my knees aren’t strong enough to hold me up. His kiss is so potent, I feel like I’m levitating. Something makes me open my eyes, and I find I really am levitating, for he’s carrying me in his arms.
"Oh." I blink. "You’re making a habit of this."
"I could get used to it, too." He smiles, then presses another kiss to my forehead, before carrying me to the table and chairs on the main deck.
Covered by an overhang, it's shielded from the sun. It’s already laid out for two people, complete with a white cloth, plates, and cutlery, as well as a bucket of ice. Clearly, he has a very thorough team.
He lowers me to the ground, making sure every part of me comes into contact with him on the way down. Heat sizzles under my skin. The pulse between my legs grows insistent. Even though I’m wearing only a simple cotton sheath, I feel too warm. Like there’s a volcano inside me which has come to life, and the lava runs through my veins.
He must be aware of how turned on I am, for his lips twist into a knowing smile. He kisses me hard, then urges me to take a seat. "I’ll be right back."
He heads to where we placed our glasses and carries them back before pressing one into my hand. Then, he kisses my forehead again and walks inside, emerging a few seconds later with the bottle of champagne, which he slides into the ice bucket.
When he leaves the table to get the food, my phone vibrates. I glance at the message on the screen.
