If someone told me it was possible to have this many orgasms in an afternoon, I would've called them a liar.
"Do you think you can cum one more time for me, baby?" Branson asks softly in my ear as he runs soap along my breasts.
If I hadn't been in love with him before, I would be by now.
"I don't know if I can take another one," I moan out as he rubs my aching breasts with soap.
"Oh, I think you can, baby." He slips his slick hand down my stomach, finding the way down to my spot.
He massages my clit, and I slide my legs apart, letting him caress me.
Leaning back against him, I wrap one arm around his neck as he slips into me from behind.
He bucks his hips against mine, the familiar feeling of heat rising in my body. I push my hips back against him, and in moments, I'm flying again; my body flooding with pleasure.
"Branson!" I scream as I hear him groan, and with one last thrust, he pumps his warm seed inside me.
My bones are limp, and I can barely stand as my legs feel absent.
He turns me around and kisses me softly on the lips. "Stay with me, Piper. I need you."
Tears mix with the water stemming above us, streaming down my face. I go from the worst moments of my life to the best, all due to Branson.
"I will. I'll stay, Branson. I love you." He kisses me again, and I lose myself in the taste of his mouth.
I went from homeless to having a dream fulfilled that I didn't even know lived within me. It's a hell of a life.
EPILOGUE
BRANSON
one year later…
“Paris, the city of love. I can’t even begin to imagine all the inspiration you’ll gather here.”
Piper smiles at me from below her floppy beige hat. Things have been insanely good between us since that night in the shower. I still can’t believe she’s mine.
Marine has even managed to respect my wishes and keep her distance. When she discovered Piper is now staying with me, she tried to make a stink, but the divorce was final, and no one much cared for what the scorned, former lover thinks.
I feel a little guilt for Piper not having her mother in her life, but as she reminds me, her mother was never really there for her.
But I am. I always will be here for my Piper, my little girl. She’s blossomed in the first year we’ve spent together. Her first book was an instant bestseller and is now being made into a film. She continues to write sexy books about unlikely pairings and using our love story as inspiration.
As we come to a stop on the bridge overlooking the Seine, Piper sighs, “This river is beautiful. I have so many ideas swirling in my head I can’t even keep them straight right now.”
I grin at her, then pull a ring out of my pocket as I can’t wait any longer to have my one and only, forever by my side.
“How about I help you with a little more inspiration?” I say, taking her hand and positioning the ring just over her finger. I look up at her soft expression.
She has tears in her eyes; she’s never looked so beautiful.
“Piper, you are everything I have ever wanted. You are gorgeous, smart, funny, talented; everyt
hing I could ever ask for and far, far more, baby. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
She moves a hand to cover her mouth as she nods her head up and down. I slip the ring on her finger and stand, taking her into my arms. Spectators clap, but they fade in the background as I press my lips on hers, cherishing this moment. I’ll spend the rest of my life cherishing this woman, making her happy in every way I can.
Forever. My little girl.