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He laid her down on the bed. His hand lightly caressed her cheek before moving lower. “I’ve wanted to do nothing else since the first day I met you.”
Time ceased to matter outside of their illuminated piece of paradise. Ivan carefully removed her gown, and Tiffany helped him out of his suit.
She backed up and climbed onto the bed. She held out a finger and beckoned him over. “You did say you wanted to see what was in my bag of tricks.”
In an instant, Ivan was on the bed and kissing a trail up her body. His eyes glowed with excitement. “Bring the rain, baby.”
*
“I can’t stop staring at it,” she gushed the next morning. “My ring is so beautiful.”
“We should definitely throw an engagement party the next time I’m home.”
“I agree.”
“Do you think we need an event planner?”
The look she gave him spoke volumes. He chuckled. “Okay, that’s a no.”
“This is our engagement and our wedding. I want us to experience these once-in-a-lifetime moments as much as possible.”
He squeezed her hand. “However you want to do this is one hundred percent fine with me. My time and my credit card are at your disposal.”
“Ivan, you don’t have to do that.”
He glanced over. “True, but I’m doing it. My grandmother alone can drink enough Grey Goose to put the bartender’s kids through college.”
Tiffany giggled. “She does not.”
“I’m telling you, she was on her good behavior at my going-away party. She could’ve drunk us all under the table.”
Early that afternoon, Smithers returned to pick them up. In the car, Tiffany fell asleep with her left hand resting on Ivan’s thigh. Even through his jeans, he could pinpoint every inch of skin that connected with his leg. He got turned on just thinking about the ways he was going to bring her body to ecstasy.
“Tiffany?” he said urgently.
“Hmm?” She opened her eyes. “Are we there yet?”
There was a gleam in his eye when he reached over and kissed her neck. “Not yet, sweetheart. We’re taking a minor detour.”
She sat up. “We are? Why?”
“Smithers,” Ivan called out.
“Yes, sir?”
Ivan glanced down at his bride-to-be. “We’ll be taking the long way home.”
“Very good, sir.”
Tiffany blushed profusely as the privacy glass slid up between them.
“Do you think we’ll ever make it anywhere without taking a…detour?”
“I think you need to be concerned when we don’t want to take a detour,” he said with a wink.
*
That night, a thunderstorm rolled in. There was a crack of lightning, and a loud clap of thunder shook the house. Tiffany sat up with a jolt.
