Tame Me (The Macintyre Brothers 3)

She smiled and considered for a moment before answering.

"I want us to keep getting closer," she said. "I want to get a paying job so I can hold up my side of the sky."

I laughed. "As soon as your internship is over, you have a paid position if you want it."

"I want it," she said. "I want to be independent. I know, I know," she said and made a face. "You're worth millions, but I still want to have a career and accomplish things."

"Of course," I said. "You want to become an editor. You want to write your chick lit novel."

"I do," she said. "I want to travel. I've only been on vacations with my parents and only in the US, Canada and Mexico. I want to go to Europe and Africa. Asia. I want to go around the world."

"I'll be only too happy to take you everywhere. I've been so busy for the last few years, trying to get caught up with MBS after I finished my service. I haven't really done any traveling. We should spend a couple of years seeing the world in between business meetings, of course."

I smiled, for the expression in her eyes was one of pure excitement and contentment.

The feeling was mutual.

7

Ella

At twelve-thirty, Josh glanced at his watch and then turned to me. "How are you feeling? Want more champagne? Or do you want to go back to the apartment for some special Josh treatment?"

I narrowed my eyes, pretending it was a difficult decision just to tease him, but it was a pretty easy decision.

"Special Josh treatment? Or another glass of champagne? Let me see..."

Then I laughed and he did as well.

"Josh treatment it is," I said finally. "Besides, if I have another glass of that, I'll fall asleep before any of the Special Josh treatment is experienced or doled out."

"Well, we don't want that," he said and held his hand over the bottle. "No more champagne for you."

Luckily, the bottle was finished so there was no need to worry about me trying to drink more. I was feeling a bit bubbly but not too much to enjoy what I knew awaited me back home.

Josh paid the bill and then we left with our coats, taking the elevator back to the lobby. Our crew of bodyguards surrounded us as we made our way to the limo service at the back of the hotel. As we drove off, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with how much my life had changed since that day in September when I tried to cross the street and Josh almost ran into me.

There I was, engaged to one of the handsomest richest bachelors in Manhattan, driving back to his apartment in a limo. It was a far cry from my first day in Manhattan when I saw the tiny hole in the wall that had been advertised as a 'one bedroom' apartment.

Because of the crowds, it took a while to get back to

the apartment, but we spent our time kissing, so instead of dampening our mutual desire, the long ride only enhanced it. By the time we arrived, I felt wet and swollen, ready for Josh.

Josh thanked the driver and made sure to pass him a hefty tip, then we went to the elevator, nodding to the security guard and saying goodnight to our bodyguards, who checked out the elevator before we got inside.

We kissed all the way up in the elevator, not caring if the security guards in the back room were watching. When the elevator reached the penthouse floor, Josh broke the kiss, and I was already breathless, anticipating what would happen next.

Josh and I went right into the bedroom, throwing our coats off on the back of the sofa on the way there. I practically tripped when I removed my boots, and giggled, slinging my handbag onto the chair by the door, eager to go with him into the bedroom.

Josh pulled me inside, and wasted no time, pulling down the shoulder of my dress, kissing the side of my neck and down to my collarbone and the swell of my breast.

"Oh, God, I need you," he murmured against my skin. Then, he pushed me back towards the bed, steering me until I felt the bed against the back of my thighs.

Josh pulled the other side of my dress down, baring my black lace push-up bra. He stood and admired me for a moment, running his fingers along the tops of my breasts, making me shiver with delight and arousal.

I clenched my thighs together unconsciously in response.

He kissed me, his mouth moving down my neck to my breasts, which he bared, one at a time, licking the swell before covering my now-hardening nipple with his mouth. I groaned when he sucked, my eyes closing.