“You have me.”
Harry watched me with so much love in his eyes it made my heart skip a beat. He gathered me in his arms again, like he would never let me go. He moved my hair from my face and said, “My father is giving me HCS Media.”
“I know.” He didn’t even seem surprised by that; it confirmed something.
“I will have to split my time between New York and England.”
Bringing his face closer to mine, I said, “I like England, so I approve of this way of living.” I pretended to think. “Now if only we had a twenty-three-bedroom palace we could occupy whilst we are there. Anything less grand simply will not do.”
“It’s a stately home, not a palace. There is a difference.”
“Tomato-tomato,” I sang.
“But your column,” Harry said, being as ridiculously chivalrous as always.
“What about it? The good thing about writing is you can do it anywhere. And Harry, I know you’re an expert and everything, but there are sexually frustrated people all over the world needing Miss Bliss’s help. By taking us global, I’m doing the world a service, actually. I’m a goddamn superhero to the horizontally challenged.” I mock sighed. “If only we had more estates to escape to, we could take on the world.”
Harry hesitated. “Well, we have my mother’s estate in France that I inherited.” I stilled and realized he wasn’t joking. “Then there’s my villa in Monaco, my penthouse in London, and of course my penthouse here—”
I smothered Harry’s mouth with a kiss to cut him off before I had an anxiety attack at how friggin’ rich he was and he needed to bend me over to calm me down. When we pulled away, his cerulean eyes were the brightest I had ever seen them. “And the prospect of being a duchess one day doesn’t scare you?”
As he said the word duchess my stomach clenched a little. I mean me, a duchess. But when I looked at that handsome face and saw the smile on those lips, it really didn’t faze me. “As long as you’re okay with taking a peasant girl for a wife someday, I can be too.”
“Society may frown upon us, and we may only be invited to the lesser royals’ weddings,” he said dryly, never losing that playful sparkle in his eyes.
I fought back laughter. “I always felt like they seemed more fun anyhow.”
Harry laughed too and shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I get to have you.” He stroked his finger down my cheek, “I can’t believe I get to love you and you love me back.”
I ran my hand down his chest, lovingly, softly, then cupped his length. “And I can’t believe I get to have this servicing me for the rest of my days, and nights, and afternoons, and mornings, of course…” Harry pursed his lips, his head shaking in mock exasperation. “Forget the Sinclair Estate, we could build an entire palace on the girth of this.”
“Faith,” Harry said in his serious, most British voice, “have you quite finished?”
“Not even close.” I placed my hand on his cheek. “You have me and I have you, you love me and I love you, forever and ever amen, times infinity and yadda yadda motherfucking yadda.” I clasped my hands over my head near the headboard. “Now tie me to the bed and spank me with your flogger. I’ve got another orgasm building with your name on it.”
“Just one more orgasm, mon petit chaton?” he said seductively, causing my nipples to stand on end as his perfectly spoken French hit all my good spots.
Deliciously naked, and in all his noble pompousness and olive-skinned gorgeousness, Harry took my favorite flogger from the wall and walked slowly back to the bed. “Is that a challenge?”
“Always,” I said and felt the room temperature rise.
Harry tied me to the bed with silk scarves and gave me a long, loving kiss on my lips. Then he stood beside me, smile fading, dominance pulsing off him in waves, and my beloved maître took over.
“Challenge accepted.”
Epilogue
The Sinclair Estate, Surrey, England
Two years later…
“We’ll see you in two weeks!” Mom said as she and Papa jumped in the town car that would take them to the airport. They were off to Parma, Italy, Papa’s hometown. It was the third time they’d been there this year. The rental income from the building Harry had bought them was giving them the ability to travel like they had dreamed. Even if they hadn’t had the building revenue, I knew Harry would have made it possible anyhow. He was the kindest, most giving man on the planet.
I waved at them from the drive and took a deep breath. When I turned, Harry was approaching me with his dimpled smile. His forearms were bare, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he was wearing khaki shorts and loafers.