“You’re really something; you know that?” I laugh, shaking my head. “I’m getting in the shower.”
“Good idea, Mrs. James.” Blake follows me into the bathroom, holding onto the doorframe, his biceps straining as he watches me shake my robe off.
“Fuck, Danielle, you’re gonna need to get on your knees, baby.”
I turn to him, ready to argue, when I find his hand gripping his angry cock. It’s stiff and throbbing, and I sashay over to him, falling softly to my knees.
“Look at me, Danni.”
As my tongue wets the salty tip, he bites his lip, his hand taking a fistful of my hair.
“Fuck yes.”
I drag my tongue along the length, pressing it down against the thick vein that throbs beneath it.
He tugs my hair back, staring into my eyes as I swallow his dick, not once breaking eye contact.
His balls slap against my chin as he slams into my mouth, his eyes rolling back as the room begins to steam up.
“Shower,” he commands gruffly, lifting me to my feet.
My back slams against the wall, and within seconds, my legs are lifted around his waist, his cock thrusting into me as we both gasp and moan.
I’m gripping onto him for my life, but he holds me in place, his hands bouncing me up and down as his tongue meets mine.
When he fills me, I moan with appreciation, and he shakes his head.
Water cascades around us, but Blake doesn’t even seem to notice.
“Pack your things, Danielle,” he murmurs, easing me back to my feet.
I’m still gripping onto his neck, but now I’m terrified.
Pack?
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, my heart filling with dread. “You want me to leave?”
Blake strokes my cheek, his eyes softening as he exhales. “Oh, Danni, you think I’d do that to you? I’m never leaving you again, and you’re sure as fuck not getting away from me so easily.”
Relief, sweet relief owns me.
Thank. Fuck.
“So, what did you mean?”
Blake kisses me softly, his hands stroking my back as he whispers in my ear.
“I’m taking you on our honeymoon, darling.”
CHAPTER 25
BLAKE
After calling my mom to explain why we’ll be missing dinner, I watch my wife walk down the stairs, her eyes boring into mine.
“Do I need a passport?”
“No.”
