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  We work for hours and I steal glances at Marilyn, itching to reach over and touch her, to apologize for not telling her that she’s the most precious thing in the world to me and that tonight I’d be asking her to marry me.

  ****

  Her brother has just landed along with my brother and all her friends. Our guest list is massive for an impromptu wedding, but it’s fucking great.

  “We’re done. Time to shower and prepare for dinner.”

  “I’m not hungry.”

  “Did I just give a fucking order, Miss Shaw?”

  “And? I’m off the clock, Mr. Beaumont.”

  “Enough.” I flip her over my shoulder and press the elevator button. I swat her ass twice.

  “Hey, jerk. I quit.”

  “Nope. Not allowed.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Didn’t you say we don’t follow laws?”

  “I don’t care. You’re not the boss of me. You’re a jerk. I hate you, Julien.”

  “No, you don’t. You love me and that’s why you’re mad at me, but I love you so much I can’t live without you, Marilyn. Stop crying, or I’m going to give you something to cry about.”

  “What are you? My daddy?”

  “Is that what you need? I’ll take you over my knee and spank your pretty little ass until you listen to Daddy.”

  I get her in the penthouse suite and rip her clothes off, lean her over the bed, parting her thighs and bend down to lick her pussy. “Daddy needs your cookie nice and wet so it’s soft and ready for me.”

  “Fuck,” she moans.

  “Bad girl, watch that mouth of yours.” I swatted her ass. “First, I need you to wear something for me.”

  “Oh, you’re getting kinky, Mr. Beaumont.”

  “What happened to Daddy?”

  “Do you like it when I call you Daddy?”

  “Yes, little girl, because I’m going to breed you and you’re going to make me a daddy over and over again.”

  “Breed me, Daddy.” I slide the ring on her finger.

  “After you agree to marry me.”

  “Yes, yes. Daddy.” I slam my cock into her tight hole, fucking her sopping wet cunt hard and fast, pushing her face into the comforters until she muffling out her orgasm.

  “That’s it, come on my cock. Squeeze all that cream on me so Daddy can come and breed your womb.”

  I grip her hair and pull her head back roughly and shoot my load into her, pounding my cock between her ass cheeks. Her asshole is next. I’m feeling possessive as I stare at that ring. A new level unlocked when she threatened to leave. I think my heart fucking almost exploded in the elevator. As I pull out of her pussy, I spin her around.

  “Clean my cock. I want you to say sorry for telling me you’re leaving me.”

  “You act like that’s a punishment, Julien.”

  “Julien?”

  “Daddy.”

  “When I have you naked, you’ve just unleashed your Daddy, baby girl. Now suck my cock. Get me ready for your ass. I’m going to own it before the guests arrive.”

  “Guests.”

  “Yes, your guests. Suck Daddy’s cock before your bridal party shows up. You’re marrying me tomorrow.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Marilyn

  My pussy’s on fire as I stroke his cock. Hearing his words only amplifies the arousal in me, like I just didn’t come violently. “We’re getting married.”

  “Suck, baby.” I do. I slide my tongue over his salty snake, loving the taste of both of us. I need more of it. “Fuck, you’re so good at this. I love the way you take me down while wearing my ring. I’ve held off giving it to you, but then you started acting like a brat, ruining Daddy’s surprise.”

  Fuck, my pussy’s fluttering, so I suck harder and pull off because I’m going to come. I lean back and play with my pussy.

  He bends down and grabs me by my hair and my waist, lifting me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. “Ready for me to breed this ass?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Will you look into my eyes while you do it?”

  “Yes, baby. Look at me while I take what’s mine.” He reaches between us and soaks his cock in my pussy juices and soaks my asshole and then presses the tip into my puckered hole. I gasp and then his mouth lands on mine, kissing me. “Relax, let Daddy take his hole. Come on, I’m almost in.” He bends down and sucks on my nipple, biting down before pushing past the ring and he’s inside me.

  “Yes, Daddy. Fill me up. I’m a dirty girl. I love you.”

  “I love you too. I live for you. Now, it’s time to fill this hole with cream too. Are you ready to be drilled?”

  “Yes, please. It hurts so good. Kiss me and fuck me, Daddy.”

  “Yes, baby. You need to be dominated, don’t you?” he asks as he throws my legs over his shoulders, sending his cock deeper in my asshole. His hips piston down over and over.

  “Only from you,” I grunt, taking the abuse and loving it, pussy getting wetter and wetter. Julien spreads my cunt juices all over his cock as he slides it in and out to give him the lube while his thumb works my clit.

  “Good girl.” He strums my pussy like a world-class rockstar, and I’m going to come. I scream out, squirting, and feel his balls tighten as he shoots off in my ass.

  His cock slides out of my ass before he lets my legs fall onto the bed before wrapping me up in his arms. “I love you so much Marilyn. I hope I didn’t take it too far.”

  “God, no, Julien. I loved it. In bed, you can be my daddy. It’s so sexy.” Fuck, we’ve taken sex to a new level, and I love it. It’s kinky and twisted, but I need it. I didn’t know I needed to be fucked like that, but I come so easily when he tells me what to do. How it’s possible, I don’t know because I’m so independent everywhere else.

  “Good. I had no idea what that shit meant until you started pouting in the elevator, then I understood Daddy porn.”

  “Ooh.”

  “Hey, I was a fucking thirty-two-year-old virgin. Can you blame me for checking out the internet?”

  “No, I read books that have all kinds of stuff in it. I assure you there are new fetishes in them, including now Monster love. I don’t know what it is, but I’ll stick to the vampires and werewolves.”

  His phone rings next to us. “Shit, okay. We can pick up on your dirty fantasies later, baby, but I think your guests have arrived.”

  We climb off the bed in a flash, and I rush into the shower.

  A minute later, Julien is in the bathroom in his naked glory and then slides into the shower behind me. “They are checking into their rooms and will meet us at dinner in an hour.”

  “I can’t believe it. Who is here?”

  “You’ll just have to see.” Silently, I’m praying that it’s my brother. I miss him terribly, and I want things back to the way they were before. I know he wasn’t trying to be a dick and he wants the best for me. “Now, hurry up. I need to wash up. I can’t smell like I’ve been balls deep in you when I see your brother again for the second time.”

  “My brother,” I gasp, unable to fight the smile.

  “Yes, baby. I know you want him here.” I bite my lip. He grabs it from my teeth. “Enough. He wants to be here too, Marilyn. He loves you so much.”

  “Thank you.” I kiss him and then pull back. I don’t have much time to get ready and work on my apology. I’m out of the shower in five minutes after that revelation. I slip on a pretty red and black dress and matching sling-backs. It’s a cute outfit for a night out on a date, which I once thought we’d have. Now, it’s a pre-wedding dinner.

  Julien steps out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, revealing his killer upper body, and another running through his tousled medium brown hair that’s darker when wet. Fuck, he’s so sexy. “Seriously, I’m marrying a goddess. You are a man’s dream come true.”

  “I was thinking you are so unbelievably hot. A woman’s dirty dreams. Every wicked TikTok video waiting for a reveal that doesn’t happen.”

  He drops the towel. “Only you get the reveal.” He trots over to his suits and then gets ready as I watch for another minute. “Lose interest?”

  “Unfortunately, no. I have to finish getting ready.”

  “I think you’re perfect the way you are.”

  “Yes, but I still have to brush my hair, handsome. We all can’t towel dry our hair and walk out looking stunning.”

  “Sorry.” He kisses my cheek and then pats my ass before walking away to sit on the bed and slip on his socks. There’s something so domestic about getting ready together that feels natural. I love it. My heart pumps out of my chest thinking about it.

  ****

  We arrive downstairs, and the crowd has gathered at the restaurant. I can’t believe he did this for me. Standing front and center is Jack, with Petra on his arm. I smile slightly until I see his grow. Then his arms open up, and I can’t stop myself. “I’ve missed you, Jackass.”

  “I’ve missed you too. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.”

  “I know. I just…”

  “Can we go talk for a minute?”

  “Sure—that room over there,” Julien says.

  “Thanks.”

  Jack leads us over there before telling Julien to watch over Petra.

  “So let me get this out before I forget my train of thought. That day, it had nothing to do with you. I know you were talented enough, smart enough to kill the competition, get any position you wanted. It was this man I didn’t trust. Yes, I trust him now. Hell, I left my wife in his care because I trust him now, but at the time, I didn’t know someone could love you the way you needed to be loved.”

  “It happened for you and Petra.”

  “Yes, and I knew how I felt. That was different….Petra was different. Fuck, Marilyn, I wasn’t a mind reader. All I knew was that you were drinking and the guy was after you, only to find out he was your new boss. It scared me because what if you used me as an example of love? I was Petra’s boss, and I loved her. Maybe you felt this guy was the same way.”

  “So if he was only playing me, you’d feel as if you’re the one to blame for setting the expectation.”

  “Yes.”

  “What changed?”

  “Well, you didn’t talk to me, but then I saw the video online and you two had no idea who the other person was. You met by chance, and the love between you looked real. Then he told me about his plan and how he wanted for us to fix our relationship because he knew it was upsetting you.”

  “I didn’t tell him it was.”

  “That’s the thing—you didn’t have to, sis. He loves you, so he knows.”

  “I know he loves me.”

  “Good, because I’m hoping to give you away tomorrow, if that’s okay.”

  “I’d love that.” We hug and rush back out to the dinner party. I sit next to Julien, who can’t wait to touch me. Dinner is great, and my friends are ready to help me prepare for tomorrow.

  Julien has now been relegated to another suite, and all the women have gathered in our suite.

  “Ladies, thank you. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

  “Your man is insistent, and so is your brother. Between the two of them, we made it happen overnight.”

  “So voila. Please choose whichever one you like best.” They show me an array of five dresses.

  Slapping my hands to my cheeks, I shake my head and fight back the tears of joy. “I can’t believe it.”

  “We got them from your brother’s contacts, and all in your size to within a quarter inch,” Petra says.

  “I can’t believe he’s doing all this for me.”

  “Julien loves you.”

  “I mean Jack.”

  “Your brother loves you too. Besides, this is one simple phone call and delivery. This took an hour or two, and then we return the other ones. Besides, I do remember someone running around on my behalf because he requested it.”

  “That was nothing.”

  “Still, we’re family. Anyway, pick one. We have a bet going on which one you’ll take.”

  “Oh, goodness.” I try on my top three choices and then one stands out to me the best, and I pick it.

  “This is it.” Every single one of them laughs. “What? Who won?”

  “We all did. We said you’d pick this one because it’s just so you.” I laugh because it’s true. The gown is completely an Ancient Grecian design that flows straight to my feet with a bust fitted around my bosom and thick cinched straps with a silk cape embroidered with lace daisies.

  “It fits you so perfectly. Julien is going to lose it.”

  “I hope so.”

  “I can’t believe it. We’ve only just met, and we’re getting married in Paris. Wait, can we?”

  “Yes, they pulled strings and made it a legal American destination wedding.” I sigh with relief.

  “Now let’s have some virgin drinks and bullshit some more before bed. We have a big day and not a lot of prep time.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Julien

  I take a deep breath as I wait for Marilyn to come down to me. It’s been one thing after another this morning. I kept my distance all night because I had shit to do and prepare for, honestly, and so did she. Besides, she had a gaggle of women in our suite so it wasn’t like I could sneak in there and risk seeing any of them in any state of undress.

  A shit storm happened while we were away here, but I don’t want it to ruin our wedding day so I have no intention of telling Marilyn. I’ll wait until the day is over, but it doesn’t help my mood. My brother knows and is doing his best to handle matters as I sit here trying to figure out how to sort out the rage I feel on one end and the joy I feel on the other end.

  Her little friend with a crush is going to pay big time, but if I tell her what he’s done, she might back out of the wedding. I won’t let that shit happen. He’s already been arrested this morning and because I’m out of the country, I told the authorities that I will contact them in a few hours after I’ve already said my vows to my wife.

  Still, every minute that passes and the service doesn’t happen, the more nervous I get that she’ll find out and put a halt to the wedding.

  The large bells begin to toll, and then the wedding music begins and my heart settles. The doors open and Marilyn marches my way. Steadily with each step, I see her and I can’t fight the smile. Her brother holds her firmly on his arm and I start moving in her direction, but my brother grabs my shoulder.

  “Hey. Let him do his job. He only has one of her.”

  I nod, and she giggles. By the time she makes her way to my side, I feel a lot better. She truly looks like a goddess. “Who gives this woman to his man?”

  “I do. Take care of her.”

  “Always.” He slips her hand in mine and I feel at peace. We say our vows and slide on our rings.

  “I love you, Marilyn Beaumont.”

  “I love you, my husband.”

  “Let us welcome Mr. and Mrs. Julien Beaumont.”

  The guests cheer and clap, blowing bubbles as we exit with pictures going in full force. I’m happy, but I have a secret that I need to share with my bride.

  Jack leans in and whispers, “Save it for later. Let her have this happy memory.”

  “I hate having a lie between us.”

  “I know, but she’ll be crying on her wedding day.”

  “True.”

  “Time to twirl your bride around.” I do, until Jack takes over.

  The wedding is almost over, and my wife smiles sweetly as I pull her in for another dance. “You’re so lucky that I know that you’re trying not to break my heart.”

  “What? What do you mean?”

  “The fire.”

  “You know?”

  “Yes. I received a text and then I saw you and Jack talking earlier. You kept it from me so I wouldn’t be upset on my wedding day. That’s sweet of you, but how are you? How much damage is from the kitchen oven?”

  “Kitchen oven?”

  “Yeah, it’s only a small fire, right?”

  “Baby, who sent you the message?”

  “You’re going to be mad. I don’t know how he even got my number.”

  “He?”

  “Damon?”

  “Damon? The fuck from the bake-off.”

  “Yeah we were classmates, but like I told the girls, he never had my number. My brother made it clear that I didn’t give it out to men for a good reason.”

  “I love your brother more and more every day.”

  “What about me?”

  “You’re my queen, my everything. I live for you.”

  “I need to speak with Myla’s husband.”

  “He’s over there.”

  “Give me a minute, love. Go sit with Petra, please. I need a word with Jack.”

  “Oh, and when did you receive the message?”

  “It came in before I woke up this morning, so I don’t know. Here’s my phone.” I kiss her lips.

  “Thanks, love.”

  The bastard could blow up my bakery, and that’s fine because we’re here. No one was inside, but that’s only because I had it closed down for the impromptu wedding and he had no idea. He thought we’d be inside by the time it went off. I hope they give him attempted murder charges.

  I talk to the guys, and it’s clear this bastard was hoping she knew about the fire first. He knew she and I were in Paris, but not that all of my staff were going to be here as well.

  “We have evidence on top of whatever you can gather from your cameras on that Damon asshole.”

  “You know he’s related to the dean, right? I’m guessing that’s how he got her number and why he’s so eager for revenge,” Myla’s husband says.

  “I’m betting because he wanted to fuck my wife. I will kill the bastard if I get my hands on him.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “He told me that when I met the little pencil dick. He was pissed that I swooped in and stole her away before he could keep staying in the friend zone.”

  “Yeah, Myla never liked that guy. I saw him lurking by them once, and she told me he was interested in Marilyn. I said it was clear she had no intention of giving him more than a pencil to borrow.”