“You dealt with all this bullshit from my mother today,” he continues. “But we’re not getting married tomorrow.We have a flight at four in the morning, and we’re skipping the damn thing. I don’t want a day with a bunch of nobodies and not your legs wrapped around my head while I devour your cunt. We’re married. I already have you.”
I blink at him because…he said?—
“You said we were still doing it. That?—”
“You were talking to Bobby,” he mutters, stealing another long, sinful kiss. “Not your husband, who’s fucking obsessed with you.”
Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, as I smile and whisper, “You’re talking about yourself in third person. You really need a break.”
“You gonna give me one? This is our life. We get to do what we want. No one else.”
I bob my head excitedly and say off an elated sigh, “I’m so in.”
Chapter 7
Meirna
Bright and not so bushytailed, Bobby and I boarded a private jet at four in the morning like he promised. The bright part was that I was finally visiting the European gem that holds medieval architecture and has been visited by famous composers such as Beethoven and Mozart. That’s covered in majestic snow, bustling with people and vendors, decorated in everything Christmas and cheer.
I’ve seen so many pictures of Prague that I feel like I could navigate through the streets blindfolded at this point.
The bushytailed part is because Bobby had to fuck me two times last night, even though we had a flight time I would never book for ourselves.
And I’ve never been a morning person anyway.
Bobby is quick to have coffee given to me the moment my butt hits one of the leather seats on the private jet he organized. I’m also spoiled with a large tray of fruits, bagels, and pastries for later because I won’t start getting hungry for a minute.
When my caffeine fix has finally been met, I snuggle into the long couch and stop myself from checking emails and reviewing upcoming projects.
Bobby asked if he could have the morning making phone calls and wrapping things up before we started our honeymoon.
Honestly, with a roughly eight-hour trip, I didn’t mind.
He promised no business the moment we landed in Prague, and I believe him. Bobby doesn’t need to admit to me that he needs a break from work and his father just by the way he’s been acting.
However, I keep my work in New York and my brain solely locked on my dream vacation.
“Break time,” I hear Bobby mutter, right before I catch him walking toward me out of my peripheral.
I’m barely able to look up at him from my phone when he plops down beside me and drags my body into his lap, forcing me to straddle his thighs one second, and palm his chest the next.
“Daydream,” he growls, taking a handful of my ass while his other hand cups the back of my head and pulls me in for a hungry and body-igniting kiss.
I’m never going to get tired of Bobby’s appetite for me.
Especially lately.
With my new dreamy nickname ofDaydream, Bobby is completely insatiable to the point where I think he needed this more than me.
A safe haven he can come to and get away from the pressures of the world. Someone who can take it all away and give him some well-needed solace.
Lightly pressing my forehead into his, I break the kiss temporarily. “You’re not getting stressed out again, are you?”
“No,” he replies levelly right before he chases my lips and delivers another pussy clenching kiss. “I’m perfect.”
I can’t help but raise my brows. “Really?”
“Mhm.” His tongue dips between my lips as he pulls me closer. His grip on my ass runs down the back of my thighs before he thrusts his hips a little to show me how much he wants me.
