“What if someone sees?” she asks, jutting her ass up and spreading her legs.
“We’re up high enough it’s unlikely, but do you honestly care?” Vivien is more carefree and abandoned now, and she has moved past a lot of her fears, but I will never do anything to make her uncomfortable. If she doesn’t like this, we’ll move away from the window.
She glances over her shoulder at me, biting down on her lower lip. A grin graces her gorgeous mouth. “Nope.” Her grin expands. “Zero fucks given.” She wiggles her ass as I line my cock up at the entrance to her pussy. “Rock my world, babe.”
I slam into her in one thrust and fuck the shit out of her, pressed up against the window, and the thrill of potential discovery only heightens our arousal.
After, we head to the hot tub, which is positioned on a balcony off the bedroom, and we drink champagne while we relax, talk, and kiss. It’s blissful, but our night is only getting started, even if it’s already past midnight.
“I have a surprise,” I tell her when we’ve showered and dressed. She’s wearing a gorgeous red silk negligee, and I’m in sweats with the ring box concealed in the pocket. I wrap my hand around hers, reeling her into my chest. I stare into her eyes before kissing her softly. “Want to sleep under the stars with me, Vivien Grace?”
Her eyes pop wide. “What have you done?”
“Come and see.” I keep a hold of her hand as I guide her up to the rooftop terrace.
A gasp of delight escapes her lips, as bile travels up my throat. I haven’t been nervous to do this until right now. What if she says no? What if it’s too soon? What if she never wants to remarry? It’s not like we’ve discussed it beyond the odd throwaway remark.
“Dillon, this is beautiful.” Her gaze takes in the view. Softly flickering candles cover the perimeter of the terrace, but the pièce de résistance is the small marquee in the center of the space. Vivien walks toward it, gasping again when she sees the bed strewn with white rose petals and lavender rose petals. A side table houses a bucket with chilled champagne, two glasses, and a bowl of chocolate strawberries. She throws her arms around me, hugging me tight. “Have I told you how much I love romantic Dillon?”
“Maybe a time or two,” I tease.
I step away from her and drop to one knee. My heart is pounding, and my palms are sweaty. I have never been more terrified than I am at this moment.
Vivien clasps a hand over her mouth, and her eyes well up.
“From the moment I met you, I knew you were the only woman for me. Even when I tried to deny you my heart, it was a hopeless endeavor because it was impossible not to fall in love with you. You are everything I never dared to dream of, and I loved you before I even knew you existed. It was always meant to be you and me, Vivien. I cannot exist in a world without you. I know what it’s like to lose you, and I never want to experience that again. I love you, and I love Easton, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that over and over.”
Tears are streaming down her face, but she doesn’t look like she’s going to say no. Yet this woman has been unpredictable before. My hands are shaking as I remove the box and pop the lid holding the ring out to her. “Let me love you forever, Vivien.” I’m fighting tears now too. “Marry me.”
She sinks to her knees in front of me, laughing amid her tears. “Yes, Dillon. A thousand times yes. I can’t wait to marry you.”