I watch as she swallows every drop, her throat working it down, only adding to more pleasure around the sensitive head of my cock. “Jesus, that’s so good,” I praise her, my voice hoarse from the ecstasy.
When she starts to pull back, she licks every inch of me clean, her eyes never leaving mine. Once she sits back, giving me a triumphant look, she says, “That’s going to cost you a couple of million.”
With a satisfied smirk on my face, I tuck my cock away, then lean down, claiming her swollen lips in a searing kiss. My tongue savors the taste of me in her mouth before I break the kiss, saying, “For that blowjob, you can name your price.”
Tess chuckles against my lips. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
“Never.”
“We’re landing in ten minutes,” the hostess interrupts us.
I glance up to where she’s standing by the curtain between the cabin and kitchen, and when I see her burning cheeks, I know she heard us or maybe even saw Tess blowing me.
Not giving a single fuck, I nod so she’ll go back into the kitchen again.
I take my seat and strap myself in while Tess secures the laptop in one of the compartments. When she sits down and fastens her seat belt, she grins at me. “I can’t wait to land.”
“You looking forward to our honeymoon?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
She nods excitedly. “It’s long overdue.”
“You’ll be training as well,” I inform her.
Instantly, her face falls. “What kind of training?”
“Fighting and how to fire a gun.”
Tess crosses her arms over her breasts, making her cleavage deepen where it’s peeking from her silk blouse. “I’ll have you know I’m quite good at firing a gun.”
“Is that so?” I chuckle. “We’re not talking water pistols, babe.”
With the confidence of a queen, she lifts an eyebrow, then says, “Who do you think killed the guy who shot James?”
“What?” The word bursts from me as surprise ripples through me.
No way. Seriously?
“That’s right. Me. I might have emptied the entire clip, but I still managed to kill him.”
Holy shit.
My mouth curves up, and if we weren’t starting our descent, I’d get on my knees and show my wife how proud I am of her. “My queen,” I murmur, “you’re just full of surprises.”
“Bet your ass I am,” she snips, basking in her victory.
“I’m proud of you,” I praise her. “Once we’ve checked into St. Monarch’s, I’ll show you just how proud.”
A smile spreads over her face. “Can’t wait.”
As soon as the private jet has touched down, and we take the steps down to the tarmac, Tess’ face just about sparkles with excitement.
“I didn’t get to see anything the last time I was here.”
Lifting her hand to my mouth, I press a kiss to the back of it. “I know, baby. I’ll fix that.”
It’s only been a month since we lost our parents, but slowly it’s getting better, though it will take a lot of time before the bitter sting of grief eases to something more bearable.
The drive to St. Monarch’s goes by fast because Tess keeps pointing at the scenic views passing us by. Seeing her happy after all the shit acts as a soothing balm to my soul.
This woman is life to me.
I might have suffered huge losses this year, but I’ve gained the most precious thing I never knew I needed until I laid eyes on her – my reason for existing. To have her love me. Me.
It means everything to me.
Chapter 47
Tess
The past three days in Switzerland have been absolutely magical.
In the mornings, we train, and I’m getting better at shooting. My fighting skills leave much to be desired, though, but that’s only because Nikolas gets turned on every single time, and we end up cutting the practice session short for the privacy of our suite.
Then after Nikolas has had his fill of me, we leave St. Monarch’s to explore some scenic parts of Switzerland. I love the mountains and the quaint little towns most.
It feels like I’ve stepped into a dream.
I have my husband all to myself, and we’re both getting some much-needed rest. Honestly, I’ve never seen Nikolas so relaxed before. It makes him look younger, the lines around his eyes not as prominent any longer.
We mostly ignore the other guests currently residing at St. Monarch’s. The combat instructor’s Viktor Vetrov’s cousin. I don’t know much about who’s who in our world, but I’m doing my best to learn who the important players are, and apparently, Nikolai Vetrov is one of them.
Just like Carson, the host of St. Monarch’s, Nikolai gives me some seriously dangerous vibes, so I try to keep our contact to a minimum.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, as long as I have Nikolas by my side, I can face anything. It feels like a lifetime has passed since Nikolas came into my life. Where I used to get anxiety attacks from a simple confrontation, I’m now able to get through it without the need for a Xanax.