I pulled the sheet over our heads and she began to laugh. We were the last ones to fall asleep in the Crescent Towers that night.
PartThree
Epilogue
I let the kimono robe hang loosely across my chest. I read the news on my tablet while I drank coffee. I had located to the dining room. The bridal suite was unbelievable. I was incredibly proud of my design team. This room was only a small representation of the details in every room at the Crescent Towers. I admired the deep gray grass cloth on the walls and the crystal chandelier.
My fiancée was in the shower. I sighed. In only a few hours, he would be my husband. I held the ring up in the morning light. God, there were enough rainbows in this room to be mistaken for a disco.
I stood from the long formal table and looked out at the city. I loved this location. It was perfect for the casino. It had been all along.
Knight walked toward me with a towel strategically tucked at his hip. I eyed my husband to-be. Still sexy as hell. Always going to be sexy as hell.
“Good morning.” He took the coffee mug out of my hand and placed it on a nearby sideboard.
“Good morning.” He pushed the robe off my shoulder as he brought me into his arms. His skin was still warm and damp from the shower. But he smelled incredible. I always loved the way Knight smelled.
“Mmm.” He kissed my neck and throat. “How was the shower?” I asked.
I tugged on the edge of the towel. It dropped to the floor. It looked much better ther.
“Lonely,” he answered.
“I should have joined you. But I was sending a message to Seraphina. I need something special for our wedding.”
“Shh.”
Knight lifted me onto the table. Before I could tease him back, he was inside me. Oh shit. He filled me. Stretched me. He pushed my knees wider, sending his shaft deeper. My breasts jutted forward. His tongue lashed over one and then the other.
“Oh shit.” I felt the sweet pain hum in my body. He’d take care of me. I knew he would.
I braced myself on the mahogany with my palms, watching his beautiful chiseled body move in and out of mine. There was a new passion between us since he slipped the ring on my finger. A new hunger. We couldn’t stop. I’d lost count of the orgasms last night. We had sex seven times. Maybe it was nine. Numbers didn’t make sense when I was reeling from one orgasm after another. Like the one he was drawing from me now.
“Knight. Knight.” I tried to support my body as he thrust with possessive strokes. It felt as if we could never get enough of each other. A new fire had been lit. It was a flame we were only now discovering.
I breathed heavier, trying to quiet the scream in the back of my throat. But there was no use. He was driving deeper and faster and the moment he began massaging my clit, I was under his spell. Under his control. I screamed his name. The chandelier rattled above us.
He grunted before catching my mouth with a kiss that was as powerful as any we’d ever had. The heat from the new blaze burned hotter and faster. I clawed at his shoulders. I didn’t know if I needed him to release me or save me. I didn’t know if I wanted to go under or float. Whatever it was, I wanted to do it with him, with his body, with his cock inside me.
The smolder in his stare was all I needed to give in to the next tidal wave. He thrust again. One. Two. Three. He came in powerful waves. We crested together. It was incredible.
I smiled lazily at him. He helped me to the edge of the table.
“There are a lot of rooms for us to visit in this suite, I notice.” He kissed my cheek. “By visit, I mean fuck in.”
“Are we staying here for the honeymoon?” I asked. I threaded my arms through the sleeves of the kimono. Knight, however, left the towel on the floor. He stood at the floor to ceiling dining room windows.
“I want to take you to France.”
“Really?” I blinked. And then I thought about the work. “What about Noctem Global? We just finalized everything. What about Seraphina?”
He turned around. “Noctem Global will survive if we’re gone for a couple of weeks. Renee and Paul will be fine. And your new assistant might have the hang of it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ben isn’t up to speed yet.”
“He’ll get there. But I don’t give a shit about Ben. Seraphina and the baby are doing great at your house. She loves it there. I think it’s the perfect time to go.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “You think it is?” I didn’t want to question his romantic spontaneity. But I had never left the office for two weeks.