Brooks chuckles deeply, his hands sliding over my body. “Yeah, well, I like you possessive. Cause I’m all yours, angel. Possess and covet away.”
I giggle, kissing him.
“If you’re dying to know why omelets took an hour though…” he trails off, his voice low and a spark in his blue eyes as they burn into mine.
“It’s because I had to get this.”
He reaches into his back pocket, and when he pulls out a little velvet black box, my heart jumps into my throat.
“Brooks…”
“Open it.”
I hesitate, my pulse racing. On the one side, I love that he got me a new ring. On the other side though, there’s the anger at the time we lost, and at my own self for tossing the one I had before away. My fingers slide over the velvet of the box, and slowly, I open it up.
…And my jaw drops.
I stare, blown away by the likeness as the light glitters off what looks like an exact replica of my old ring.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, staring at it. “Brooks, it’s just like my old one!”
I look up, and when I see his grin get even wider, suddenly, something clicks. I gasp, my hand flying to my lips as my eye drop back to the ring. And somehow, I know what he’s going to say even before he says it.
“Because it is your old ring,” he says quietly.
My heart jumps into my throat, my pulse racing as I just stare at the impossibility sitting in the little box.
“How?” is all I manage to croak out.
“I do run the world’s foremost geographic surveying company you know,” he grins. “I had divers search current patterns out there,” he nods his chin out our window towards the ocean. “Had another team scouring pawn shops and jewelry dealers up and down the whole coast of California.”
He shrugs, like everything he just said is something anyone would or could do for a missing ring.
“The tide seems to have brought it north, because we found it in a secondhand shop outside Point Reyes.”
I just stare at the ring, hardly believing it. I mean what are odds of this happening?
“You…” I stammer, words faltering as Brooks takes the ring from the box, and then takes my hand. He slips the ring on, his eyes fierce as he brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it.
“You found it again…” I finally breathe.
“Just like I found you, angel.”
His hands cup my jaw, and I’m flinging my arms around his neck as he leans in, melds his lips to mine and takes my breath away.
“I love you, angel,” he whispers.
“’Til death do us part?” I grin, pressing into him as the heat trembles through me.
“Nope.” Brooks shakes his head. “Not even death is going to drag me away from you this time.”
I barely have time to pant out “I love you too” before his lips crush to mine, and the whole world melts around us.
Epilogue
Brooks
She writhes on top of me, her hips rolling as she eases that sweet, slick, tight little pussy down every inch of my fat cock. Leanna groans this guttural, low whine of pleasure as I grind so fucking deep inside of her, filling her like I know only I can.
I look down at where we join, growling like a beast at the obscene way her glistening pink lips stretch around my girth. My hands grip her ass possessively, and as I slowly ease her up, she throws her head back and whimpers in a way that has my balls twitching with need.
Fuck do I love this woman.
We were in love before. Now, it’s like somehow I’ve fallen even deeper down that emotion with her. It’s like I don’t know how I could ever breathe without her kissing the wind into my lungs. Or maybe I could, but breathing with her on top of me with her lips pressed to mine sounds a hell of a lot more fun.
The afternoon light filters in through the half-closed drapes across the elegant stone arch windows of the palazzo-turned-luxury hotel. Through them, from the private balcony of our presidential suite, the sounds of Venice murmur through the air.
But then, I’m not thinking about the sounds of the Italian city, or the damned sunlight. All I’m thinking about is the feel of Leanna sliding up and down my shaft, taking me deep on every slow grind as her moans of pleasure fill my ears.
I could say coming here is a job perk seeing as my company is doing some mineral surveying north of here towards the Swiss border. But honestly, we can afford to go wherever the hell we want whenever the hell we want now. Venice at the drop of a hat on a Tuesday afternoon? No problem. I’m the boss, after all. And as for Leanna?