I’m still burning for Holden as we eat breakfast. All the soreness from yesterday is gone and I just want to feel him under me, against me, all over me, inside me. His words, his vulnerability, the way he opened up to me even after his ex crashed our morning … it has me starving for him.
The food is next to impossible to focus on. But when we finish, Nick stands up and stretches before nudging Gunner. “Ready to get some culture.”
“I have plenty of culture.” He argues.
“Yeah, about the same as a petri dish with bacteria.” Nick teases. “We’re hitting the Louvre, then didn’t you have some kind of riverboat thing for lunch?”
“Notariverboat.” Gunner snorts. “We’re going on a lunch cruise down the Seine to look at plenty of different landmarks, enjoy a three-course meal, and champagne with live music. Then, for dinner, I thought we could go to Moulin Rouge and catch the show with dinner. Tomorrow we can do the Eiffel tower, because yes I’m determined.”
The plans are keeping me from fucking my husbands. But who knows when we’ll be in Paris again. Plus, Nick is excited, Gunner is thrilled, and I’m excited too. So I finish my last bite and do my makeup and hair.
Holden comes up behind me in the bathroom and I stop with my lip-stain to meet his eyes. A shiver teases my spine, a naughty promise of what can come later. He rubs over my back and kisses the back of my shoulder.
“You better put those, come fuck me eyes away before they get us in trouble,” He murmurs against my skin.
“But I meant what I said,” I argue.
His lips graze my throat, so soft and warm. Goosebumps raise in response. “I know you did, baby. Tonight, if you’re still up for it, you can have all of me.”
I groan. I don’t like this delayed gratification bullshit. But before I know it, we’re at the Louvre and every thought outside of “oh my god, it’s beautiful” is out of my head. Nick talks art to me which is sexy as hell.
He tells me the history of the paintings that drop my jaw while Gunner makes jokes occasionally and earns chuckles from even Roman. When I pull my eyes away from the paintings and sculptures to look at my guys, I see them spread out and enjoying different pieces and sculptures.
I bump Gunner’s hip when he joins me and he kisses my temple. “Enjoying it?”
“I think we could spend days here and not see everything,” I murmur.
“Well, we have another hour or two.” He strokes down my back. “Better see the important things.”
I look him over, drinking in his handsome face, lush hair, every inch of the man that’s mine. He glances at me and his eyes hold. “You can look at me whenever you want, sweets.”
“Does that include now?”
He grins and kisses my forehead. “Have I told you today that I love you?”
“Just keep telling me,” I whisper. “Also, someone should make a sculpture of you.”
“Let’s get Nick on it,” He agrees.
We keep going through the museum until we get to the Mona Lisa. Roman claims my attention by wrapping his arms around me from behind. I lean to the side, shocked that it’s so small.
“Don’t say it,” Nick says.
“But …”
“Everyone knows.” He promises.
“It’s so small,” Holden says anyway, cracking me up.
Roman shoves him lightly, but we have to be careful since there’s a crowd around us. Gunner covers his face with one hand, trying not to laugh too loudly. We continue on and I insist on seeing the Venus Di Milo before we leave.
Holden agrees. We stand in front of the statue and I still can’t wrap my head around how delicately crafted she is, arms or not. I only think of the time when Nick’s stomach growls. Gunner looks at the time and the next thing I know, we’re racing to the car, then to the port where we’re catching this amazing glass-encased boat to enjoy the Seine.
Gunner gets a table at the edge so we can see everything and rubs his foot along mine. Roman rubs the back of my neck and Nick studies the menu. Holden texts something on his phone and then mine vibrates.
I pull it out and read his message, telling me I need to eat and keep caffeinated for later. I feel my face heat and nod once before slipping my phone back in my pocket. Roman leans over and kisses my temple.
“Being secretive, Bambina?”