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Before I know it, Frank and Mary are showering me in congratulations and my dad’s suggesting lunch for the group at a restaurant around the corner.
“Yes, that sounds good,” I smile, but my new husband’s hands are warm and insistent my shoulders.
“I’m sorry guys, but no can do. I’m taking this lovely lady straight to my penthouse because we need to get started on the next generation of Carsons.”
My cheeks burn fiercely upon hearing this statement, and I whirl, eyes wide. Oh my god, my parents are here! His parents are here too! How can he talk like this?
But to my surprise, everyone laughs approvingly, even my father.
“Okay honey,” my mom says while giving me a kiss on the cheek. “You young folks enjoy yourselves, and come visit us soon, okay? We’re just across the tunnel in New Jersey.”
My cheeks are still flaming, but I nod.
“Will do, Mom. See you soon,” I manage in a strangled voice. The rest of the party waves goodbye, and then I turn to my new husband.
“Happy?” Brent asks, taking my small hand in his big one to lead me to our car. I’m about to say something short and business-like, but then I stop myself. Why ruin this wonderful day? Because inside, I am happy.
“Yes,” I say with a gentle smile. “Very much so.”
And even though I shouldn’t feel this way, it seems that the rest of my life is unfolding before me on this glorious day with this gorgeous man by my side.
9
Brent
It’s been three days since I married Sansa, and to be honest, we haven’t gotten much done. Of course, it’s not my new wife’s fault. It’s mine because the minute she stepped over the threshold, I ravaged her like an animal.
“Brent,” she cried as I lifted her into my arms, intent on getting her into my king-size bed as soon as possible. “Really?”
“Of course,” I growled, my blue eyes flaring. “When I saw you in this outfit, sweetheart, I had to have you.”
And have her, I did. Unfortunately, the dress couldn’t withstand my aggression, and the white fabric now lays in tatters somewhere in our shared closet. But Sansa was more than up for the job of being my wife. She’s loving, giving, and so flexible. She takes my poundings again and again, moaning into the pillow while her hands grasp at the sheets. I haven’t let her out of bed for seventy-two hours now, and her body’s marked with my love bites. Yet, she looks more beautiful than ever, her hair mussed and her eyes sparkling.
But now, I’m taking her for a special surprise trip. I’ve booked us a candle-lit dinner aboard a private yacht leaving from Pier 62. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when Sansa realizes what I have planned for us tonight.
“If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you,” I tease as she pouts.
“Yes, but Brent, I got all dressed up! So what is it for? Just a tiny clue?”
I glance at my wife and my body starts getting hard immediately. She’s gorgeous in a pink dress that floats about her thighs, the décolletage low and sexy. I somewhat regret organizing this dinner because I’d love to turn the car around and go back to the penthouse for another few hours of pure hedonism. But then, we pull into the parking lot and the yacht’s waiting, docked to the pier. The boat is fully lit up, immaculately white and almost glowing with elegance. Soft jazz floats on the salt-infused air as I help her from the car.
“Are we going on that?” she asks softly, eyes wide. Her tiny lips are parted in awe and her breathing’s shallow. I nod.
“I thought we’d have dinner on the river tonight as a honeymoon of sorts because we haven’t taken one yet. I booked the whole boat just for us, so there are no other guests. What do you think?”
A beautiful smile breaks out on her plush pout.
“We have it just to ourselves? That’s very generous but thank you,” she murmurs, squeezing my hand. “This is wonderful.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I growl. “Just wait and see. You’re going to love this ship.”
I can’t help but adore Sansa as we head towards the boat because the purity of this woman is overwhelming. I’d be hard pressed to believe she was ever in the escorting business if I hadn’t met her under the circumstances I did. She looks so graceful and elegant, boarding the gangplank, and her eyes dart from place to place, trying to take it all in.
“The yacht is so big!” she exclaims in child-like amusement. I can’t help but chuckle at her delight.
“Well, it is a yacht honey,” I tease endearingly.
“Yes, well I know yachts are large, but I never truly understood just how big they are until you see them in person. There’s so much space!”
