Page 119 of Love Me Forever

I smiled. "Declan, I don't think that's going to be necessary, but I'm happy to know I have your support."

Tate nodded toward the end of the room. "Come on, let's all go into that corner. Gran wants us to take a picture with the group. We were just waiting for you and Lena to come down here."

"For me as well?" I asked, surprised.

Declan winked. "Yes. Gran seemed extremely convinced that you would show up by the end of the evening."

Travis put a hand on my waist, kissing the side of my head. “Gran knows her stuff.”

Sam cleared his throat. “Let’s all move. We can’t leave Gran waiting. Nothing good ever came out of crossing Beatrice Maxwell."

As we headed to the end of the room, the DJ turned the volume of the music lower. Gran was sitting on a couch with red velvet and golden edges. It was a more intimate spot for a conversation than one of the numerous tables. She seemed utterly and completely happy. I could imagine that it filled her with a sense of pride to see her legacy being carried on in such a spectacular way.

"We're all here, Gran," Travis said. "I heard you want a group picture."

"Of course. Tonight is the start of a new chapter in the Maxwell family history, and I want photographic evidence of it. Who knows how much longer this tired old brain will be able to remember it all?"

"Oh, Beatrice," Lena said. "If there's a person who doesn't miss or forget any detail, that's you."

“Yeah, Gran. You’re very fit,” Declan said.

The entire group seemed to murmur their approval.

“I’m so glad you all agree. Then you won’t give me grief that I want to go to London again and visit my granddaughter.”

The group seemed stunned. Wow, Gran truly was a master at this. She looked at me with warm eyes, and I remembered that she’d been there for Lena all those years ago. I had even more respect for her. She was a force to be reckoned with. Someone I could learn from.

Reese started laughing. “You’re so good, Gran.”

“I know.” Gran smiled, looking a bit too pleased with herself as she gave us instructions on how to stand for the picture.

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The party lasted untilthe early hours of the morning. When Travis and I finally went up to the room, I was sure we’d crash and instantly fall asleep.

Instead, he cupped my face with one hand, keeping the other firmly on my waist. “I’ve wanted to be alone with you the whole evening.”

I couldn't break eye contact, even though I wanted to drink in the rest of him too. He was here, standing before me. He loved me, and he was mine forever. The affection in his eyes slayed me completely. It was all I ever wanted, and my deepest desire was for him to look at me like that for the rest of our lives.

I undid his cuff links and buttons as quickly as possible before pushing the shirt down those mouthwatering biceps. Then I traced the muscles on his abdomen with my fingers. I lowered myself to my knees, looking up at him with mischief in my gaze. As I took off his belt, he groaned, pushing his hips forward.

I freed his erection, not bothering to take off his pants, then twirled my tongue on the head, enjoying the feeling of the silky skin on my tongue. Suddenly I was hungry for him. I took off my dress while I moved my mouth up and down on him. Thank heavens I only had that zipper on the side. I just lowered it, and the dress pooled around my knees. It felt intensely erotic to take off my own clothes while sucking him off.

I did away with my bra, too, then wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, pushing my head up and down in earnest.

He pulled back slowly, and I looked at him, lifting a brow, watching him push down his pants. Ah, he was desperate for me.

I moved to my feet as well, trying to wiggle out of my panties. In a fraction of a second, he was behind me, pressing that gorgeous chest against my back. His fingers were in the elastic band of my panties, and he tugged them down. I heard the fabric rip and burst out laughing. Was there anything sexier than ripped panties?

He covered me again, touching me everywhere, my belly and my breasts. I felt it in his touch that he was embracing my changing body. Scratch that. Not just embracing it. He was worshipping it.

I was immensely happy that he was here. I wouldn't let him go. Ever.

Turning me around, he worked my legs apart with his knee. His eyes were dark and sinful as he tilted close before kissing me deep, dirty, and delicious. I grabbed his erection, giving him a squeeze. I saw the moment I pushed him from wanting to take his time to needing me right now. I loved having this kind of power over him.

Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulled me in for another kiss. This was even dirtier than the last one. I was soaking wet within seconds.

“Put one foot on the edge of the bed,” he whispered against my mouth, his tone commanding.

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