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“I plan on changing that,” I tell her before rounding my desk so I can step between her legs and kiss her.
“Hmm, yeah? Fancy telling me when and where we’re going?” she asks as she nips my bottom lip.
“Nope, you’ll find out soon enough.” With that, I pull her up off my desk, deliver a swift spank to her ass and send her on her way.
I pick up my phone to shoot Alex a text to meet me in the garage. After all, what kind of honeymoon would it be without something epic to surprise her with?
“You’re such a big softie, you know that?” Alex looks over at me as we finish our walkthrough of the storefront. I shove his shoulder before turning to the estate agent.
“It’s perfect. Does your seller want a cash sale, or will cheque suffice?” Wide eyes meet mine for a second before the young man starts stuttering out that he needs to ring the seller.
“What can I say, when I want something, I make it happen,” I tell Alex, playing with the box in my pocket. This might have been one of the most expensive trips we’ve been on in a while but the look on Abigail’s face will be worth every penny and more.
“You, indeed, are a softie. But in other news, Brad and Jo reported the shipment went off without a hitch, so it looks like that’s one problem resolved.” He fills me in as he leans against the counter.
“About time things started slotting into place. Keep an ear to the ground in case anything changes but for now let’s class that as a done deal, yeah?” He nods before shifting his gaze to something behind me.
Less than an hour later, I’m a few hundred thousand pounds poorer but with a set of keys and a box burning a hole in my pocket; I’d say it’s a pretty good deal.
Chapter 45
Inever could have imagined that entering my marriage blind would turn out to be one of the best things I could have ever done. Not only is Logan all I could ever ask for in a husband and more, but he’s also went above and beyond for me and has fully supported me as I try to work out what exactly I want to do with my life.
Now that things are settling into a new normal, it feels like there’s no better time to tell him I’ve decided I want to take the plunge and open up the cat cafe I always dreamed of having when I was a little girl. But first, it feels like I’m long overdue to tell him how I feel about him. Despite his teasing about not telling me when we’d be leaving or where we’d be going, he did eventually cave and tell me we're heading to a private island near the Canary Islands.
White sand, blue skies, gently rolling blue waves and not a person in sight. Utter peace and tranquillity and exactly what we need after the chaos of the last few months.
“What’s my beautiful wife thinking so hard about,” he asks me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his heated embrace.
“Just how lucky we are.” I tilt my head back to look at him, smiling as I lose myself in his eyes. He’s so damn handsome. Every time I look at him, I lose my breath. Chuckling, he leans down and kisses me, Spider-Man style.
“Hmm, yeah, funny you should say that. I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
“Yeah?” I spin around in his arms to get a better look at him, giving him a soft smile as he plays with the ends of my hair.
“Yeah. It’s strange. In no world should this have worked out so well, but it has. Mess with the Clan aside, these last few months have been some of the best of my life. I never imagined I’d feel this way, and I have no clue what I did to deserve you, but I’ll be damned if I don’t treasure every single day I get with you. In no world should it have been you, but it is. It took me twenty-six years to find you, and I never want to let you out of my sight again. I love you, Princess.”
“I love you too, Viking. So fucking much. From the moment I saw you at that altar, I knew this would be the best decision of my life.”
It feels surreal. Things have moved so quickly, but deep in my gut, I know Logan Graham is it for me. His heated gaze makes me shiver as he lets out a groan and grabs me by the ass, lifting me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tug on his hair and attack his neck as he carries me back to the bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed and follows, untying my bikini top with his teeth. Once it’s undone, he groans at the sight of my breasts before taking one in his mouth and pinching the other.
“Look at these tits. They’re fucking perfect. Do you want my dick between them, hmm? Want me to make them all sticky while you stick that tongue out for me?”
“Yes. Oh my god, yes. Please.” The picture he paints is so hot I can barely stand it. I never imagined this scenario, but the thought of him using me for his pleasure is almost too much. I can already feel the dampness soaking through my bikini bottoms, and I’m sure they’re darkened with a wet patch, but I don’t care.
“That’s right. You’re just my little slut to use, aren’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, he pushes his swimming trunks down, spits into his hand to wet his cock, and slides it between my breasts. The sight of his thick shaft disappearing between the mounds of my flesh is impossibly erotic. One dark look from him reminds me of the second half of his demand.
I stick out my tongue and am rewarded with the tangy taste of his pre-cum. Moaning, I try to follow as he pulls back, only for him to thrust forward again, the crown of his cock brushing against my tongue. Groaning, he presses deeper, and I lick at the sensitive head, teasing his piercings.
“That’s my good slut. Look at you, so desperate for my cock. You’ll take it any way I give it, won’t you? I bet you’d even let me fuck your ass, wouldn’t you?” His growl rumbles as he looks down at me, squeezing my breasts tighter around his cock.
“Use me. Take what you want. Don’t hold back,” I beg, my desperation clear in my voice. I want to feel completely used, like I’m nothing more than a toy for him to get off on. Just the thought of it has me clenching my thighs, desperate for friction.
“You want to be used? I’ll fucking show you used. Pick a safe word.” He climbs off me and flips me over, positioning me face down, ass up.
“Pineapple,” I gasp as he delivers a sharp smack to my ass, alternating cheeks until the flesh stings. He bites down on one cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.
