Once we’re all seated at the table, I say, “I’ll check with Aunt Della, then us four girls can go look at reception venues. I just need to know what your schedules look like.”
With my mother being a cardiothoracic surgeon and Miss Sebastian, a nurse, I’ll have to plan everything down to the last minute because they don’t get a lot of time off.
Miss Sebastian pats my hand. “I’ll email you our work schedules, then you can just fill in the dates you need us.”
“Sounds good.”
“Are you going to move into the penthouse with Christopher?” Dad asks.
I nod. “Today, actually.”
“What about your place?” Dad asks.
Christopher answers for me, “She’s keeping it as an investment. We’ll rent it out.”
Dad nods, looking happy, then he grins at Christopher. “Fuck, you have no idea how happy you made me today.”
It fills my heart with warmth as my gaze flits between Dad and Christopher.
Our life together is going to be perfect.
CHRISTOPHER
“Are you ready?” I ask Dash. “My mom’s going to be much louder than yours was.”
Dash lets out a chuckle as she takes off her seat belt. “We survived Miss Sebastian. No one’s louder than her.”
“True.” Leaning over the console, I wrap my fingers around the back of Dash’s neck and pull her in for a quick kiss.
When I let go of her and I open the car door, I see Mom standing by the front door, a massive smile on her face, which means she saw the kiss.
As soon as Dash comes around the front of the car, Mom lets out a shriek, and then she storms Dash. “Finally!”
I watch them hug, my heart swelling with pride.
Dad appears in the doorway and walking to him, his mouth curves up. As we hug, he murmurs, “You took your fucking time. Nearly drove your mother insane.”
I let out a chuckle.
Dad goes to hug Dash, and when Mom comes toward me, and I see the happy tears, I open my arms.
She holds me tightly then says, “I always knew this day would come.”
We walk into the house, and Mom instantly takes hold of Dash’s hand, fawning over the ring.
Dad’s eyebrows lift, then he grumbles, “Now I’ll have to upgrade your mother’s ring. Thanks for that.”
Laughing, I throw an arm around his shoulders. “Only the best for Dash.”
Dad’s eyes lock on mine. “And for you.”
Grinning, I say, “That’s why I’m getting myself the Bugatti.”
“Yeah?”
We sit down as I nod.
“I’m the first one you’re taking for a drive,” Dad orders.
“Definitely,” I mutter. My gaze turns to where Dash and Mom are still talking about the ring.
“You got insurance, right?” Dad asks, his eyes also on the ring.
“Of course. You’d slap me upside the head otherwise.”
Dad lets out a chuckle. “That’s for sure.”
“Miss Sebastian will send me her and Mom’s work schedules,” Dash tells my Mom as they sit down. “I’ll let you know the dates they have off, then we can go look at wedding venues.”
“Oooh… I have a couple in mind already,” Mom exclaims excitedly.
“Where? I could only think of the country club, and I really don’t want to have it there.”
“L’Auberge Del Mar in San Diego,” Mom says. She pulls out her phone. “Just look at these pictures. You’ll fall in love.”
I watch as a beautiful smile spreads over Dash’s face as she looks at the venue. “It’s gorgeous.” She reaches out a hand for me without taking her eyes off the phone. “Come look.”
Letting out a chuckle, I get up, and sitting down on the armrest, I lean over Dash.
“I like the view of the ocean,” I say as Mom swipes through the photos.
Dash grins up at me. “It’s only three hours away.”
“We can make a day of it,” Mom says to Dash. “Let me know when Leigh and Miss Sebastian are free, then the four of us can go.”
Dash lets out a happy shriek. “I’m so excited!”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. Seeing her so happy is everything.
When Mom and Dash start talking flowers, I get up and go back to Dad. Dropping down beside him, he whispers, “You do know that’s all they’re going to be talking about until the actual wedding?”
I nod, a wide grin on my face.
Dad lets out a chuckle, then after a while, he murmurs, “Thank you, son. Tristan and Hana eloping threw your mom for a loop. She needed this.”
“I know.” Even though they had a reception, them getting married was still one hell of a surprise. “We might disagree with the way Tristan chooses to do things, but it doesn’t mean we love him any less.”
“He’s intent on sending me to an early grave, though,” Dad mutters.
I let out a chuckle. “Nothing can kill you.”
“Wait until you have kids of your own.”
Locking eyes with Dad, I say, “Soon.”
His eyebrow pops up again. “Yeah?”
I nod, then laugh. “Dash wants children now.”
Dad’s smile widens. “I’m going to spoil my grandkids rotten then send them back to you all hyperactive from a sugar overdose.”
“Don’t you dare, Uncle Carter,” Dash laughs, having listened in on our conversation. “I’ll just drop off an overnight bag then.”
“Look at this one telling me I can’t spoil my grandkids,” Dad acts all offended.
“You can give them all the candy you want,” Dash says. “But you’ll be the one sitting up with them running around like a bunch of hellions.”
“Them?” Mom asks, a hopeful look on her face.
“Definitely.” Dash wraps an arm around Mom. “At least two.”
“I can’t wait until you’re pregnant,” Mom says, her eyes bright with happiness.
Dad’s phone rings, then he says, “Danny’s here.”
Dash’s head snaps up. “Oh good, then we can tell her now.” She’s up before either of my parents can move a muscle to open the door, and a minute later, I hear Dash shout, “Hey, my future sister-in-law.”
“What?” Danny shrieks. “Are you serious? Don’t you dare joke about that.”
“We’re engaged,” I hear Dash say, and then I can’t make out a damn word as they begin to talk at the same time.
We spend another hour with my family, sharing our happiness with them before I have to drag Dash to the car so we can move her belongings to the penthouse.
Chapter 10
DASH
“Let’s move your clothes first,” Christopher says as he heads up the stairs.
Following him, I tease. “I hope you’re ready to do some heavy lifting. I have a lot of clothes.”
He lets out a chuckle. “I know. I was there when you bought most of them.”
“You called Noah to tell him the news, right?” Christopher asks.
“Yeah, he’s happy for us. What did Tristan say?”
“It’s about time,” he chuckles.
Walking into the closet, I point up to where the bags are. “Can you bring those down so we can fill them? It will save us from having to walk up and down.”
Christopher lowers the bags and sets them down.
Glancing up, my eyes widen when he pulls open a drawer. His mouth curves up as he begins to remove my bras. “I’m really liking what I’m seeing,” he murmurs as he places them in a bag.
“What can I say, I’m a Victoria's Secret girl.”
When he aims for the drawer containing my panties, I dart up. “Leave my underwear. I’ll pack those.”
Christopher gives me a panty-melting look as he shakes his head. He lifts up a g-string, then says, “I can’t wait to see you in this one.”
I let out a burst of laughter as I grab it from him. “Stop. At this rate, we’re not going to get anything done.”
Christo
pher leaves me to handle the rest of my underwear, and when I’m done, and I glance back up, my face goes up in flames.
His eyes are dark and intense as they rest on me while he holds my freaking box of vibrators. The corner of his mouth curves up as he says, “I always wondered which toys you preferred.”
As quick as I can, I’m up on my feet and reaching for the box, but Christopher pulls it away from me. To make matters worse, he picks up the big purple one.
Feeling embarrassed, I laugh. “Oh God. Please stop.”
He sets the box down, and then he moves in on me. The expression on his face turns predatory, and it makes heat flood my body.
He wraps an arm around my lower back, pulling me against him. I bring my hands to his chest, and when our eyes lock, and I hear the vibrator humming, my lips part, but I can’t think of a single thing to say.
When he presses it against the side of my leg, my body jerks.
Christopher leans down, and his breath skims over my jaw until his mouth brushes against my ear. “Who do you think of when you use it?”
Holy. Shit.
My breaths begin to speed up, and I close my eyes as I admit, “You.”
I feel his lips curve into a smile. His voice is low and hoarse as he asks, “What do I do to you?”
Before I can die of embarrassment, he moves the vibrator between us. When I feel the vibration over my abdomen, intense need fills me, and my heart begins to race.
I grab hold of Christopher’s shoulders as I whisper, “You’re on top of me.”
Christopher makes a low sound in the back of his throat that sends goosebumps rushing over my skin, then he whispers, “Do I take you hard and fast, or slow and deep?”
Oh, God. I’m going to orgasm at this rate. If he moves that vibrator down…
I rub my thighs together for some much-needed friction. “Slow and deep.”
Suddenly the vibration stops, and then Christopher pulls back, giving me a sexy smirk. “I’ll definitely remember that.”
I stand frozen, trying to catch my breath from what just happened while he continues to pack my clothes into the bag.
Swallowing hard on the desire pooling in my core, I grab the nearest bunch of dresses and dart out of the closet.
Going up to the penthouse, I try to come to terms with the fact that Christopher almost made me orgasm with only his voice and holding the vibrator over my abdomen. If he had moved that thing down a couple of inches, I would’ve come right there.
Stunned, I walk to Christopher’s room.
It was always up to me to make myself orgasm whenever I had sex with someone. I get a feeling that’s not going to be the case when Christopher and I make love.
The thought makes a grin spread over my face while I hang the dresses on my side of the closet.
Maybe it will happen tonight?
CHRISTOPHER
It’s almost two am., but we got all Dash’s belongings moved into the penthouse. Tomorrow we have to find a place for everything so Dash will feel at home here.
I turn off the light and climbing into bed, I let out a sigh. “I’m going to sleep like the dead.”
Dash turns to me, then snuggles against my side. She places her hand on my chest, sighing, “Today was a good day.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
When she pushes her leg over mine, my lips curve up. I can feel the need coming off her in waves, and I plan on keeping it that way for a couple of days before we have sex. By the time I have her naked beneath me, she’s going to scream my name from ecstasy.
The thought alone is enough to make me hard.
I begin to brush my fingers up and down her back, and it makes her squirm closer to me until her pelvis presses against my hip. I can feel the heat coming from her, and it makes the corner of my mouth curve up more and my cock hard as steel.
“That venue looks really nice,” I say, keeping my voice low. “You should take the private jet to San Diego instead of driving.”
“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, her breaths speeding up as she presses harder against me.
My control starts to slip, and not wanting to give in so fast, I ignore my erection and press a kiss to her hair. “Night, beautiful.”
It takes a couple of seconds for her to respond. “Night.”
I lie awake, listening to her breathing. Her hand tightens into a fist on my chest, and then I feel her look up at me.
I move my hand down to her ass, and grabbing hold of her, I push her against me as I turn my face to hers. Feeling her breaths on my lips, I slip my hand under the fabric of her sweatpants and massaging her ass, I whisper, “Rub yourself against me.”
Dash brings her hand to my neck, and her mouth latches onto mine as she begins to move. I dig my fingers into her skin, pressing her pelvis harder against my side as my tongue thrusts into her mouth. I mimic her movements, and seconds later, she tenses against me. She makes a heavenly sound as her body jerks. Her hold on my neck tightens, and her breaths explode into my mouth as she orgasms.
My cock jerks, and it takes all my self-control to not fuck her.
When she comes down, she buries her face under my chin.
Knowing Dash better than I know myself, I pull my hand out of her sweatpants. She’s going to overthink it and get embarrassed. Wanting to stop that from happening, I wrap both my arms around her and hold her to me.
“That was hot,” I murmur. “I love that you didn’t hold back but took what you wanted.”
“Yeah?” she whispers.
Hearing the worry in her voice, I say, “I want the anticipation to build between us before we have sex. I want you to enjoy the build-up to that moment.”
She lifts her head, and when she kisses me, I feel her smile. Pulling back, she asks, “So everything but actual sex?”
“Yes.”
“I like the sound of that,” she chuckles as she settles into a comfortable position against me.
Dash is a woman on a mission to see how far she can push me before I give in and fuck her senseless.
Dressed in a pair of shorts that might as well be underwear and a tight-fitting top which shows every curve of her breasts, seeing as she’s not wearing a fucking bra, I’ve been hard all morning.
Two can play this game. Walking over to the AC panel, I turn the temperature down.
I head to the kitchen, where Dash has her ass up in the air while she’s removing pots and pans from a box. Unable to resist, I slap her ass, and it has her shooting upright.
Taking a pan from her, I hang it on the rack with the others while saying, “Couldn’t resist.”
Dash comes up behind me, and she presses her front against my back as she reaches around me. After setting a pot down on the counter, her hand drops to the side of my leg, and then her fingers trail up to the waistband of my sweatpants. Her breath warms the skin beneath my shoulder blades. Lowering my gaze, I watch as she trails a finger along the waistband, and it makes my semi turn rock hard.
Instead of slipping her hand under the fabric, she moves her fingers over my abs, and pressing a kiss to my back, she pulls away and continues to unpack.
When I turn around, Dash gives me a mischievous grin, but then her eyes drop and widen when she sees the hard-on she gave me.
I lean back against the counter and watch her response to me. Her gaze flits up to my face, then back down, and then she fucking draws her bottom lip between her teeth before locking eyes with me. “Can you bring me the box with the cutlery and plates?”
Not what I expected to come from her mouth.
Letting out a chuckle, I head to where we stacked all the boxes and look for the one she’s asking for.
We manage to work through all the kitchen stuff, finding a spot for everything. Deciding to take a break for lunch, Dash is scrolling through some menus when she shivers. Her nipples pebble, making my lips curve up.
“Should we get a seafood platter or steak?” she asks, her eyes on her phone.
“Steak,” I murmur.
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br /> She shivers again, then scowls. “Is it just me, or did the temperature go down?”
When she looks up, and she sees my smile, her frown deepens.
My eyes drop to her nipples, then I murmur, “Tit for tat.”
Glancing down at her breasts, she lets out a burst of laughter. “Well played.” She walks to the AC panel and adjusts the temperature before returning to where I’m leaning against a counter.
Taking hold of her wrist, I pull her closer. My gaze lowers to the erotic sight of her nipples. “Please tell me you never wear a bra when you’re home.”
“I don’t,” she chuckles.
I lock eyes with her as I lift my hand, and when I brush a finger over the hard bud, her lips part.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” I whisper as I lean down, capturing her mouth. Thrusting my tongue into her warm depths, I palm the weight of her breast, taking in how perfect she feels.
Dash pushes up on her toes, her arms wrapping around my neck as she begins to kiss me back with the same intensity.
A growl builds in the back of my throat, and reaching for her ass, I turn us around and lift her onto the counter. Her legs open for me to step between, and rubbing my hands hard over her thighs and hips, I devour her mouth.
Within seconds I’m breathless, and my heart is hammering against my ribs while my cock strains to get to the heat rubbing against it.
Knowing I’m about to lose control, I break the kiss and step back.
Catching our breath, we stare at each other, desire smoldering in our eyes.
Dash begins to shake her head, letting out a chuckle, “You’re such a damn tease.”
Chapter 11
DASH
The worry I had about being intimate with Christopher?
Gone.
Obliterated.
What worry?
I have never wanted a man more in my life than I want Christopher. He has me in a constant state of arousal.
Everything he does feels sexual. His stare. His smirk. The way he freaking breathes.
I need to up my game.
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