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by Lynn LaFleur

  Abby’s eyes widened. “My aunt owns Whispers?”

  At that Brett burst out laughing. “Your aunt, your future father-in-law, and your fiancé—and very soon, you!”

  Flabbergasted, Abby leaned back in her seat. “There’s so much I still have to learn.”

  “And so much more I want to teach you.”

  She knew by his tone, what he’d teach her had nothing to do with her aunt and Madame Duvalier. Her pussy thrummed in anticipation. “How much farther to your place?”

  He kissed her neck, at the tender spot right below her ear. “About two hundred yards.”

  Abby sat up and looked out the window. “Oh…my…god!”

  The house sat on a hill overlooking the ocean. Lights both on the house and surrounding it illuminated the two-story Mediterranean design. Palm trees and flowers in tropical colors decorated the grounds. One look made Abby feel she’d been transported to the coast of Spain.

  “Oh, Brett, it’s magnificent.”

  He smiled. “I’m glad you approve.” He squeezed her hand. “I can’t wait to give you the tour.”

  She touched his cheek, love swelling her heart so much that speech would be difficult. She nodded.

  Carlton opened their door. Brett took Abby’s hand and helped her from the limousine. “Will you be needing anything else tonight, sir?” the driver asked.

  “No, that’ll be all. Thank you, Carlton.”

  He touched the brim of his hat. “Have a good night, sir. Miss.”

  Abby’s hand remained nestled in Brett’s as he led her toward the front door. Once he unlocked it, he lifted her in his arms and carried her over the threshold.

  Abby laughed. “You’re supposed to do that after the wedding.”

  “I’m practicing.” He kicked the door shut with his foot. “Welcome home, Miz Horton.”

  He set her on her feet in the foyer. Abby took a few steps into the great room, with its high ceiling and tall picture windows. Overstuffed furniture sat in a U facing a huge high-definition television.

  Abby smiled to herself. It figured an ex-football player would have a big TV.

  A set of French doors opened onto a large patio. Outdoor lights cast their glow on the swimming pool. The water in a hot tub bubbled in one corner of the pool area. Trees and bushes surrounded the area, giving it a jungle appearance along with privacy from anyone who might walk along the beach.

  “The kitchen and dining room are that way,” Brett said, pointing to his right. “My office is over here.” He gestured to a closed door to his left. “There are two more bedrooms and a bath upstairs, plus another room that could be a bedroom or study or…a nursery.”

  If shock shown in her face, Brett didn’t comment. She knew he wanted children, and she did too. Mentioning a nursery made it so real. Maybe she wasn’t dreaming after all.

  “Right now the second floor is used only by guests.”

  She turned in a circle, taking in everything, before she looked at Brett again. “Where’s your bedroom?”

  “Our bedroom. This way.”

  Once more taking her hand, he led her through a door into a spacious master suite. A custom king bed, extra long to accommodate Brett’s height, dominated the room. A thick carpeting in a rich royal blue covered the floor. Abby knew if she slipped off her shoes, her toes would disappear in the lush pile.

  Framed photographs, landscapes and seascapes, hung on the walls. She recognized parts of Seaside, but some were of places she’d never seen. “Did you take the photographs?”

  Brett nodded. “It’s a hobby I always enjoyed. Especially when I visit a place I might not have time to visit again.” He stepped closer and cradled her neck in one hand. “From now on, I’ll take pictures of the places we visit.”

  He covered her lips with his, the kiss gentle, tender. His other hand wandered down her back to cup one buttock and tug her close to him. His hard cock pressed into her mound.

  His kiss, the ring on her finger, the events of tonight…everything combined at once to make her head swim. She clutched Brett’s waist when her knees weakened.

  “You okay?” he whispered next to her ear.

  Goose bumps scattered across her skin at the feel of his warm breath. “I’m a bit…overwhelmed. Are you sure I’m not dreaming?”

  “I’m one hundred percent sure.” He squeezed her buttock, slid his fingers into the cleft. “But maybe I need to do something to convince you you’re awake.”

  Whatever he had in mind, Abby knew it would feel wonderful. She reached up and removed his collar stud. “Are you thinking of something in particular?”

  “Have you ever made love in a hot tub?”

  Her pussy clenched when she thought of Brett’s cock deep inside her while the warm water swirled around them. She removed the second stud. “No. But it’s getting cold outside.”

  “It won’t be cold in the water.” He nipped the pulse in her neck. “I promise.”

  He took her hands before she could release another stud. Walking backward, he tugged her to the French doors. Her clit slowly throbbed at the wicked gleam in his eyes.

  The sharp bite of ocean air hit Abby when Brett slid open the door. She shivered, partly from the cold but mostly in anticipation of what would soon happen. A padded bench with a table in the center formed a half circle around the hot tub. Two champagne flutes sat next to a silver bucket.

  Abby hadn’t seen any evidence of household staff, but someone had set out the bucket and glasses and turned on the spa.

  Brett led her to the bench. “Sit. I know it’s cool. We’ll get in the water as soon as I pour the champagne.”

  She watched him expertly open the bottle, pour the bubbly liquid into the flutes and place the bottle back in the bucket. She expected him to hand one glass to her. Instead, looking her in the eyes, he released a button on his vest.

  Abby swallowed.

  He released all the buttons, peeled off the vest and tossed it on a nearby chaise. The rest of the studs followed. He laid them and his watch on the table and pulled the suspenders off his shoulders. Still looking into her eyes, he pitched the shirt to land on top of his vest.

  She swallowed again and wondered how she could’ve possibly thought it was cold out here. She clenched her hands in her lap to keep from fanning her face.

  Slowly, he unfastened his trousers as he toed off his shoes. Trousers, briefs and socks came off at the same time. He tossed those on top of his other clothes.

  The cold obviously didn’t affect him. He stood before her, magnificently naked and fully aroused.

  He picked up one of the champagne flutes and carried it into the tub with him, giving her an excellent view of that amazing butt. He settled into the side, facing her, and sipped the cold liquid.

  “Your turn,” he said with a devilish grin.

  If he thought that might embarrass her, he was in for a surprise.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Brett calmly sipped the champagne, although inside he was one giant knot. He wanted Abby so much, it had taken every bit of willpower he possessed not to throw her to the floor and take her as soon as they walked through his front door. That wouldn’t be the way to impress his new fiancée.

  Fiancée. He loved that word almost as much he loved Abby. He’d waited most of his life for her to be his. Now, his dream had come true. No matter that they hadn’t exchanged vows formally, he considered this their wedding night. Best of all, she’d be with him for the rest of their lives.

  He watched her slowly rise from the bench. Maybe she was hesitant to strip out here in the open, even though the trees gave them complete privacy. Despite the free, sexy woman she had been with him at Whispers, he sensed there was still a touch of shy girl inside Abby.

  She stepped out of her shoes and walked to the edge of the hot tub. He waited, gripping the crystal flute, for her to undress and join him. She looked him in the eyes, as he had her while he undressed, and unfastened her shoulder strap. The red silk fell to pool at her wais
t.

  “Damn,” Brett muttered.

  She stood with her back arched, her shoulders straight. Her nipples stood up in the center of her small breasts. Brett’s cock twitched when he thought of circling his tongue around them, sucking them into his mouth.

  Abby lowered the dress past her hips. Gravity took over and it fell in a pile at her feet. She stepped out of it and tossed it atop the pile of clothing Brett had started. Now she stood before him in a tiny red thong and thigh-high stockings.

  It took what seemed like months for her to roll the stockings down her legs. She slipped her thumbs inside the thong’s straps at her hips. She moved her thumbs back and forth, back and forth, tempting him with the slow movement and a vixen’s smile.

  Brett almost swallowed his tongue when Abby turned around, bent at the waist and slid the thong down her legs. Her slender back and hard cheeks made him want to devour her.

  “Get in the tub, Abby.” He tried to sound stern, but his voice came out raspy instead. He set down his flute before he crushed it in his palm. “Now.”

  She widened her stance until he could see every bit of her bare pussy. Holding her ankles, she swished her hips from side to side. Her feminine lips were wide open and shiny with her cream.

  A man could take only so much teasing. Brett quickly moved to the other side of the tub, pulled Abby’s cheeks apart and buried his mouth in her wet flesh.

  “Brett!”

  Her passionate cry urged him to push his tongue deeper inside her. He fucked her channel with his tongue, then moved to her anus. That puckered hole drew his attention again and again. He loved the way it opened when he licked it, as if begging him for more.

  “That feels so good.” Abby pushed her ass closer to his mouth. “You have such a wicked tongue.”

  Brett spread Abby’s cheeks even wider and continued to spear her ass. Reaching one hand between her legs, he touched her clit with his thumb. She inhaled sharply, moaned loudly. He rubbed faster, thrust deeper, in time with the pumping of her hips.

  Her back arched, her hips bucked. Brett pushed two fingers inside her pussy and felt her walls contract around them.

  Not giving her any time to come down from the heavens, he gripped her waist and tugged her into the water. He turned her in his arms and covered her mouth in a ravenous kiss.

  The water bubbled around them, cocooning them in warmth. Brett softened his kisses, treasuring Abby’s mouth instead of devouring it. He held her head in one hand while caressing her body with the other. There wasn’t an inch of her he didn’t adore.

  “I love you, Abby,” he whispered against her throat.

  Her arms tightened around his neck. “I love you too.”

  Brett eased them to the side of the tub and sat on one of the built-in benches. Holding Abby’s legs wide apart, he guided her until she straddled his lap. He buried his cock inside her with one thrust.

  He kissed her again and again while they moved together. This was exactly what he wanted—to be inside Abby without anything between them. But he had to know she wanted the same thing.

  He pulled back so he could look into her eyes. “You realize I’m not wearing a condom.”

  “Yes,” she said softly.

  “Are you using birth control?”

  She shook her head.

  “I’m going to come inside you. Are you okay with that?”

  “Yes,” she said again.

  Her simple yes told him everything. She could be carrying his child before the night was over. His cock surged, grew harder and thicker. Staring into her eyes, he gripped her buttocks and pumped into her. He never looked away from her, not even when he felt her inner walls squeeze his rod with her second climax, or when the pleasure galloped down his spine and tightened his balls.

  He held Abby for several moments before giving her a tender kiss. “We’re gonna look like prunes if we don’t get out of the tub.”

  “I have a problem with getting out of the water.”

  “What’s that?”

  “There’s no way my legs will hold me, not after those two orgasms.”

  Brett chuckled. He pushed her wet hair back from her face and kissed the tip of her nose. “Wrap your legs around my waist. I’ll carry you.”

  He carried Abby across the covered lanai and into the dressing room. Two thick terry cloth robes waited for them—hers in a deep red and his white. He gently dried her with a large towel and held her robe open while she slipped into it. He put on his while she drew hers closed.

  She smiled. “It’s perfect.”

  “So are you.”

  A lovely blush filled her cheeks. “I’m far from perfect, Brett.”

  “You are to me.”

  Her eyes glimmered with tears. She touched his cheek, caressed his mouth with her fingertips. “We wasted so much time apart—“

  He silenced her with a kiss. “No regrets. We’re together now and will be for the rest of our lives. That’s what counts.”

  “Yes, that’s what counts.”

  He enjoyed their kiss so much, he gave her another. “I have something to show you.”

  The naughty look he loved filled her eyes. She tugged on the knot in his belt’s robe. “I’ve already seen it, but I’ll gladly look again.”

  Brett threw back his head and laughed. One thing was certain—his life would never be boring with Abby. “You’ll have to wait a few minutes to see that again. I have something else to show you.”

  He took her hand and led her from the room. Abby had no idea where they were going, but she enjoyed the glimpses of Brett’s house she caught along the way. His huge kitchen was a cook’s dream—granite everything, a commercial stove with five burners and two ovens, all the latest appliances. She could hardly wait to jump in and prepare the recipes she’d been collecting for years. Living alone never inspired her culinary skills. Cooking for the man she loved, satisfying his hunger for food as well as for her body, lent a new dimension to inspiration.

  She followed him to his office, where he kept a large display case filled with memorabilia from his football career. She saw it the moment she entered the room. She walked over and stood in front of it, assuming that’s what he wanted to show her.

  “Not that,” Brett said as if they were merely trinkets. “Over here.”

  She turned and gasped. He stood beside a wall that held a framed playbill from Once Upon a Slipper, large posters from the theater’s window showcases, and an array of publicity photos. Moving closer to him, she saw he’d also framed reviews and newspaper articles about the play and her budding career.

  “I’m so damn proud of what you’ve accomplished,” he said, pushing her hair behind one ear. “I know your next play will be even more successful.”

  “Next play?”

  Brett nodded. “I don’t expect you to give up your dreams because you married me, Abby. Writing is as much your passion as football was mine. We’ll remodel one of the rooms upstairs into a private office for you, or build one poolside. You can look out over the ocean while you write. We’ll fly to New York, every week if necessary, for research or meetings with your agent or producers. Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it.”

  Tears filled her eyes and flowed down her cheeks at his unselfish, caring nature. She didn’t think she could possibly love Brett any more than when he’d asked her to marry him. She was wrong. She knew she’d fall more in love with him every day of her life.

  Cradling his face in her hands, she gave him a tender kiss. “Thank you.”

  One kiss led to another, and another. Brett swept her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. After laying her in the middle of his bed, he released the knot on first her belt, then his.

  “The robes are nice, but I need to touch your bare skin.” He laid his hand on her stomach, slid it up to cover her breast. He scissored two fingers over her nipple until it became a hard peak. “Your body was made for me.”

  He opened his mouth over her nipple. Abby felt each pull o
f his lips deep inside her pussy. He moved from one nipple to the other, making her desire climb higher every time he licked or bit one.

  He added to the torture by circling her clit with his forefinger. Abby lifted her hips, wanting more of the delicious caress. He stroked her gently, keeping his touch light. Her climax built slowly, steadily, enveloping her body instead of rushing through it like a runaway freight train.

  Once she could think again, she realized she had a very aroused man lying next to her. He still wore his robe, but it was open to expose his hard cock. She could pull him on top of her, or push him to his back and climb on top of him.

  Or she could…

  Abby pushed on Brett’s shoulders until he lay on his back. Spreading his robe wide open, she caressed him with the bare tips of her fingers. They ran over his neck, his shoulders, down his chest to dance over his nipples.

  He shivered. Abby looked into his eyes. They almost glowed with heat.

  “You like your nipples touched as much as I do.”

  “Probably not as much, but yeah, I like it.”

  The huge erection lying on his belly proved that. Abby bypassed it and continued on her journey. She touched his hips, his thighs, his calves, his feet. She’d never realized how sexy feet were.

  The return trip up his body was just as pleasant to her. By the time she reached Brett’s thighs again, he was breathing heavily and his fists were clenched at his sides.

  She cradled his tight scrotum in her palm. He groaned loudly and closed his eyes. Abby watched his cock jerk each time she rolled his balls in her hand.

  Sweat broke out on his forehead and upper lip. She could continue to play with him, or she could put an end to his blissful misery. Abby leaned over and took his rod in her mouth.

  “Shit!”

  Brett grabbed her head, his fingers tunneling into her hair. Abby held the base of his cock in one hand and moved her mouth up and down his hard flesh. She licked all around the crown, down the length, back to the head. Her tongue darted into the slit, where pre-cum oozed. She lapped up every bit of the salty liquid and went back for more.

  “I’m gonna come, baby.”