EMILIANO
They touch down in Paris less than two hours after leaving the airport. Emiliano can’t help but notice the fatigue etched on Cassie’s face. Her makeup is no match for the dark circles under her eyes.
“You didn’t sleep,” he observes as they drive to their hotel.
“No, Alex was a bit fussy the past couple of nights, so I didn’t sleep.”
Emiliano knows she’s not telling the truth. If Alex had been restless, his mother would have mentioned it. The real question is, why is she lying? “What was wrong with him?” he asks.
Cassie forces a smile. “I have no iden. I guess he wanted to bother me before my big day.”
“Okay.” Emilio replies, deciding to let it go.
CASSANDRA
Paris is breathtaking at night, with its twinkling lights and ancient towers. Cassandra hopes to explore it properly tomorrow.
At the hotel, she watches as the receptionist hands Emilio a key card without him saying a word. He must come here often, she thinks as he guides her to the elevator.
Once inside, Cassandra asks about their luggage.
will be in our room when we get there,” he assures her. And sure enough, it is.
Cassandra lakes in the suite. It’s spacious, with an open living area, a dining space, and a balcony. The kitchen boasts an island, breakfast nook, and a bar. Down the hall to the left, there’s a bathroom and a study. At the end of the hallway, a grand master suite awaits, complete with another balcony, a large bathroom, and two walk–in closets.
Stepping out onto the balcony, Cassandra feels a warm breeze. She lets her hair down, shaking it loose. All she needs now is a hot bath and a good night’s sleep.
She’s about to head back inside when Emilio enters the master suite. He’s already shed his jacket and is working on his cuff links. He pauses when he sees her.
“I’m going to take a shower–y
-you wanna join me?” he asks, a playful glint in his
“No….I…I’m tired. I’m just going to jump straight into bed.”
eyes.
Emilio smirks and starts to undress. Cassandra can’t help but watch as his trousers and boxer shorts hit the floor. Her body responds instantly, heat flooding her at the sight of him. Her core tightens, her nipples harden. She wants him, and seeing him naked only intensifies that desire.
As Emilio approaches, Cassandra’s heart pounds.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his hot breath making her skin tingle.
“No… Yes, I mean,” she stammers. “Yes!” she repeats, more firmly this time,
Who is
Who is she trying to fool?
Emilio kisses her deeply. “I’ll be in the bathroom waiting for you,” he says, releasing her.
Cassandra collapses onto the bed, touching her lips. Damn Emilio for making her want him so much. Now she has a decision to make join him or go to bed unsatisfied?
Without overthinking it, she strips off her clothes and heads to the bathroom. She takes a moment to admire his body, he’s all muscle. no fat and very much hand.
-What happened to you going to bed? His voice sends a shiver down her spine.
“I…… uhm………. I thought I’d take a shower, so I came to j–join you.”
“Then why are you standing so far? I’m waiting.”
1:02 PM A M
Taking a deep breath, Cassandra steps into the shower. The hot water hits her skin as they stand in silence, just looking at each other. Then Emilio reaches out, pulling her towards him.
Cassandra’s breasts press against his hard chest, her soft thighs brushing against his. Her heart is racing, and she’s certain Emilio can hear it. As if to confirm her suspicion, he touches her pulse point, making her heart skip a beat.
“Does my presence make you nervous?” he asks, kissing her neck where her pulse is racing. Cassandra shivers. “I asked you a question,” he reminds her after a moment.
“Huh?” she responds, dazed. Question? What question? She can’t think straight when he’s around, let alone form a coherent thought.
Cassandra can feel Emilio’s erection against her stomach and his hand tracing her spine. His hand then settles at the nape of her neck, drawing tiny circles… The sensation is intoxicating.
Cassandra closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his fingers. “Mmmm,” she murmurs absentmindedly.
Emilio nibbles on her ear. “So responsive, Cassie.”
Her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, slowly move down to his chest. She lightly traces a finger over his nipple, and when he shudders, she looks up, meeting his gaze. There are no expectations, no deals, no pretenses in their eyes; just raw desire.
Emilio bends his head and takes Cassandra’s nipple into his mouth. Pleasure shoots through her body, making her core clench, her back arch, her thighs press together. She groans.
While he teases one breast, Emilio massages the other. Cassandra lets her fingers explore his bare chest. Everywhere she touches, he’s hard and firm. How does he stay so fit? she wonders.
Emilio’s hand leaves her breast and rests on her hip, pulling her closer. Cassandra can feel his erection hardening even more against her stomach, and her body responds, heat pooling between her legs. She clings to his shoulders as her knees weaken.
Leaving her breast, Emilio kisses his way up her throat, her ear, and finally her mouth. Cassandra kisses him back eagerly, but the kiss is short–lived before he takes over. His kiss is demanding, rough, urgent, and she relishes every second of it
Cassandra’s hand glides down between them until she grasps his hot, hard length. Emilio’s body jolts at her touch, his mouth breaking away from hers to release a groan. She smiles, knowing she’s the cause of his reaction. She explores him, her hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
Suddenly, he lifts her up, and the cold glass of the shower presses against her back. He takes her other nipple into his mouth, grazing it
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with his teeth, biting down gently. A moan escapes Cassandra, a mix of pleasure and pain from his tantalizing torment.
His erection is right at her core, and she digs her fingers into his hair, pressing her hips down to feel him more. She’s throbbing, aching with need, but he doesn’t penetrate her. Instead, he uses his length to stroke her swollen bud. Her body shudders, bucking as liquid gushes from her. His name escapes her lips in a sob. She’s hot and ready for him, but he shows no sign of entering her.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Emilio’s voice is a husky whisper against her throat.
“You,” Cassandra breathes. “Make love to me.”
In the next moment, he enters her with a powerful thrust that makes her cry out in pleasure. He pulls back and thrusts again, so hard that the shower railing digs into her back. This isn’t sweet or gentle lovemaking; he takes her roughly, deeply, quickly. He’s so deep inside her that she feels a twinge of pain, and she relishes every second of it.
Wave after wave of sensation courses through Cassandra until she tightens around Emilio and climaxes. He thrusts once more before releasing into her. He brings her mouth to his, kisses her gently, then pulls back, resting his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingle.
Cassandra can’t find the words to describe the powerful attraction between them, and her love for Emilio only complicates things. She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him lightly, then nips at his lower lip. He groans, and a smile spreads across his face.
Only I get to bite that lip,” she whispers in his car.
When Emilio pulls out and their eyes meet, a wicked, satisfied grin is on his face. “Is that an order, Mrs. Rodriguez?“”
“Damn right it is, Mr. Rodriguez. I don’t like sharing either; I’m very possessive when it comes to what’s mine.”
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“Only I get to bite that lip.” she whispers in his ear.
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When Emilio pulls out and their eyes meet, a wicked, satisfied grin is on his face. “Is that an order, Mrs. Rodriguez?”
“Damn right it is, Mr. Rodriguez. I don’t like sharing either; I’m very possessive when it comes to what’s mine.”
Cassandra’s fingers trace up and down her husband’s chest, but then he captures her wrist and gently kisses her palm. Butterflies Butter wildly in her stomach at his feather–light kiss, and heat shoots up her spine, spreading to her neck and cheeks.
Emilio’s lips trail down her arm, each soft kiss making her tremble. Heat sears her skin, and her breath comes out in short gasps as he continues his descent.
“What… what are you doing?” she asks, her skin tingling.
“Enjoying my wife on our honeymoon,” Emilio says, spinning her around so her back is against his chest.
Cassandra feels his erection lengthen and swell against her back, and her body responds by leaning into him. She’s already moist again.
His long fingers roam her body urgently, caressing her breasts and stroking her skin as if he can’t get enough of her. Simultaneously, Emilio’s wet mouth grazes the side of her neck. In this position, he’s in control, and when he’s ready, he takes her from behind.
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