Closer(16)



His hand slips into the thin white robe I have on and engulfs my breast. He groans into my mouth before pulling himself from me and fixing my robe. “I don’t like you sitting around in only a robe in public,” he growls as he picks up the container that has my breakfast in it. He brings a bite to my mouth. I part my lips for him and he feeds me.

“Bikini is white,” I tell him. They didn’t want to risk getting makeup on it. It’ll be the last thing I put on before we shoot.

“I’m glad you guys moved into swimsuits. They cover more,” he says as he brings another forkful to my mouth. I take it, knowing he hasn’t taken a look at the bathing suit line then. They cover about the same as some of the lingerie.

“Does it really matter?” I ask after swallowing my food. “You made sure the staff is all-female,” I say with a laugh. He lifts his hand and brushes something from my lips with his thumb. He brings it to his own mouth and licks it. I clench my thighs together, wondering if he did that on purpose to get me hot.

“The security isn’t,” he says with a grunt. I find his jealousy adorable. It probably has something to do with how I grew up. Having someone in my life that wants me all to himself makes me feel special. He makes me feel so much. I even love that grumpy look he has on his face right now. I don’t care if I should like it. I do.

“I’m only yours,” I remind him. “Only you have ever touched or seen the things underneath the things I wear.”

“The only one that ever will,” he adds.

“Kiss me,” I tell him, knowing it will calm him. He does instantly. “I want to relive our honeymoon all over again when today is over.” I dig my fingers into his shirt.

“Oh, we will. We won’t be leaving that hut over the water all weekend unless it’s for a swim.” I smile up at him, loving this plan. Only him and me for a week straight. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

It’s been a wild last year. The company had exploded. Lucas was right. We put women of all shapes and sizes in the campaign and it sold like crazy. The press has been all over it. We can’t keep the shelves stocked, and I’m so happy for Rebecca.

What’s odd out of all of it is people recognizing me when I’m out and about. Lucas hasn’t been too happy about that. If he isn’t by my side then security is. He’s sure someone will just snatch me away from him.

“Then let me get this shoot done and we can start our week together. I know you’re itching to go check security now that you’ve ensured I’ve eaten.” He smiles before leaning in and kissing me again. I let go of his shirt.

“Love you, petal,” he says before slipping from the tent. Moments later everyone is back in action, getting me ready.

I wonder if I’ll get pregnant during this honeymoon. I really thought I would have by now. It’s not like we use protection. It’s probably for the best with how busy we’ve been. Between this and wanting to spend every other moment we have together, maybe it was good I haven’t gotten pregnant yet. We have time. I know one way or another we’ll have a family. We should enjoy this time together.

When my makeup is done, I slip into the white bikini and pull my robe back on before walking out of the tent onto the beach where everything is set up and ready to go. I give my husband a wink, knowing I can’t go over to him because he’ll kiss me, and not only will his sister lose it but so will the makeup artist.

When I drop my robe, a string of curses leaves Lucas. “That’s not a fucking bathing suit!” he shouts. Everyone ignores him. They’re used to his comments by now. I felt out of place during my first few shoots but now modeling is as easy as breathing. There is something about feeling good in your skin that I believe comes through in the pictures.

I glance over to Lucas a few times as I pose and move around. His arms are folded over his chest, his jaw tight, and I know he’s going to fuck the shit out of me the moment he gets his hands on me.

He rides this razor-thin line of loving that everyone knows I’m his, that he’s married to me, as if getting me to say “I do” was his greatest achievement. That’s balanced with the side that has to remind himself that I’m only his, even if the world gets to see pictures of me like this. Fucking me like crazy tonight will be how he reconciles both sides as he commands me to tell him I belong to him over and over again.

I don’t know why that always turns me on, but it does. Thinking about it now my body starts to heat. It knows what’s to come. Something must show on my face, and Lucas reads me so easily. He’s on me even as his sister yells at him to stop. He lifts me, swiftly throwing me over his shoulder. I don’t fight him. I’m ready to go, too.

I hear Rebecca shout, “That’s a wrap,” as Lucas deposits me in the back of a limo. He’s not only recreating our honeymoon, I realize. We’re also reliving the time he took my virginity. He closes the window to shut the driver out from seeing us as he comes down on top of me, reminding me of the night I fell in love with him. Though I’m pretty sure I’ve loved him my whole life.





Epilogue





Lucas





Three years later…





She walks into the kitchen with one of my button-up shirts on and I swear to god I’ve never seen her look sexier. The shirt is only buttoned at her breasts and the rest of it’s open, exposing her round baby belly. She’s getting bigger and bigger every day and I can’t wait to meet our baby boy.

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