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“I love you too, and just being with you is special enough.” Our lips met. “What about Dr. Ashley? I’m not sure she’ll let you take the time off.”

“I already cleared it with her.” I smiled. “It’ll just be the two of us for four days.”

“I love that idea. I think we need to get out of this tub now.” She reached her hand down and took hold of my hard cock.

CHAPTER 29

Ella

“You haven’t told me where we’re staying,” I said as we sat on the plane.

“You’ll see when we get there.” Graham winked with a smile. “Just go with the flow, Ella.”

We landed in New York and climbed into the limousine that awaited us outside the airport.

“A limo? Fancy, Dr. Malone.” I grinned.

The driver pulled up to the Ritz Carlton, Central Park. Graham helped me out as two men ran over and grabbed our bags from the trunk. After checking in, we took the elevator to the top floor. The door opened as Graham swiped the keycard, and I stepped inside.

“Oh, my God. The Royal Suite?” I looked at him.

“Yep.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind. “You’re a queen, and I thought the Royal Suite was fitting.”

“Your bags, Dr. Malone,” the bellman said.

“Thank you.” He pulled some cash from his pocket and handed it to him.

“Enjoy your stay. If you need anything, let us know.”

I walked around the suite, taking in the luxury of it all. Walking into the bedroom, I threw myself on the king-size bed.

“This is amazing.”

Graham climbed on top of me, his body hovering over mine. “You’re amazing.” His lips met mine. “We have to get ready for dinner.”

“Do we have to eat?” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Yes. I made reservations downstairs. Don’t worry. We have plenty of time to break in this bed. And believe me, we will be breaking it in a lot during our stay here.”

Graham made good on his promise. After an elegant dinner, we went to the lounge, had a couple of drinks, and headed to our room, where we spent the rest of the night making love.

We started Friday morning down at the spa, getting a couples massage. Then we toured some museums and shopped on Fifth Avenue, where he bought me a Birkin bag that I saw in the window. We went to Alice’s Tea Cup for lunch, went to my favorite bakery in Chelsea, grabbed some dinner, and returned to the hotel.

I had never felt happier as we lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Thank you for the birthday Birkin bag.” I smiled.

“Anything for you, babe.”

“So, what are we doing tomorrow?” I asked.

“I have plans for us.” A handsome smile crossed his lips.

“Like?”

“It’s your birthday and a surprise. So, you’ll have to wait and find out.”

“I can’t believe you planned this entire trip. Did my family help you?” My eyes narrowed.

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