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“What a beautiful day,” Aurora sighed as she laid her head back and turned her face up to the sun. With the top of my convertible down, the wind blew her golden locks wildly around her. Rather than complaining and trying to keep her hair away, she just laughed and tossed on her sunglasses. I loved how relaxed she had become with me. She seemed to shed the persona she constantly wore around others and was just herself with me.
Aurora was forever taking on the role of parent with her sisters and the demanding job of running the chapel. Her sisters worked just as hard and were brilliant in their roles, but it was Aurora who truly dealt with the stresses and demands that came with the business side of things. When I’d casually tried to bring up hiring help so she could take some much-needed breaks, she’d balked and refused to consider the idea. However, after thoroughly seducing her and driving home (double entendre intended) the idea of a blissful vacation where we had nothing to do besides each other…she became much more amenable to the idea.
As far as Aurora knew, we were headed to work, but I’d asked Belle and Ariel to take over the chapel duties and wedding for the day. Since breakfast had been a bust, I decided to take her to a little diner she loved on the Strip. I’d make it up to her with the special lunch I had planned.
We were a few minutes from the main Vegas drag when a loud pop sounded, and the car swerved dangerously. I managed to keep control of the vehicle and pull to the shoulder of the road. We came to a sudden stop, and I immediately turned to Aurora to make sure she hadn’t been injured. Her blue eyes were wide with shock, but I couldn’t see any visible signs of damage. My heart had dropped into my stomach and fear squeezed at my throat until I ran my hands over her—ignoring her protests—and decided she was unhurt.
I stepped out of the car and exhaled harshly at the sight of my shredded front tire. “Fuck,” I whispered under my breath when what I wanted was to shout in frustration at this second unexpected and seriously ill-timed interruption of my plans. Silently seething, I stomped to the trunk to retrieve the spare. Aurora chuckled as she scooted to my side of the car and exited.
“Relax, baby,” I told her. “I’ll take care of this.”
She raised a brow and narrowed her eyes at me. “I know how to change a tire, Will. Knox made sure all his sisters could take care of themselves.”
I dropped the tire and closed the distance between us, snaking my arm around her waist and pulling her close. “I have no doubt you could handle this, baby, but how about you let your man play the hero for his woman?” I finished my question with a wink, and it had the desired effect when she laughed.
“By all means, Superman, impress me.”
I grinned, feeling much less frustrated at the circumstances and quickly replaced the ruined tire with the spare. Unfortunately, the task was a grimy one, and my clothes and hands ended up streaked with oil and dirt. I was going to need a shower because I refused to romance my girl in my current condition.
“I need to clean up, and we’re closer to my office than home,” I stated once I was back in the driver’s seat and restarting the car.
“No problem. You can just drop me at work.”
I shook my head, and after pulling back out on to the road, I took ahold of her hand. “I owe you breakfast.”
She checked her watch and sighed with resignation. “I don’t have time now,” she said sadly. “I have to get ready for an early afternoon wedding.”
“You’ve got the day off, baby.” I grinned and squeezed her hand.
“What?” Aurora inquired, her brow furrowed in confusion. “But I have—”
“Belle and Ariel have things under control, baby. I’m stealing you away for the day.”
I readied myself for more arguing. Instead, a bright smile lit up her face, and she leaned over to kiss my cheek. “I like the sound of that.” My eyes were on the road, so I had no warning when I suddenly felt her other hand covering my rapidly hardening cock. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were bleached white, but I managed not to swerve. “If that’s the case,” she whispered in my ear, “I fail to see why we aren’t still in bed.”
I cleared my throat and picked up her hand, kissing the back before moving it over to her lap. She harrumphed and flopped back into her seat, facing forward. Shaking my head in exasperation, I murmured, “You’re insatiable.”