“I don’t want a prenup, Luc! Those things are so nasty!”
He shrugs. “I’d understand, Cody. My parents got divorced, and when they did, my dad lost everything, including his happiness. I was all he had left, and he’s never been the same again. It’s why he dragged me off to Brussels. I don’t like thinking about it; I don’t want to have to blame my mother.”
I sigh, sympathy filling me, paired with a sting of guilt about the fact that I can’t tell him I already know about his father’s divorce. “That must have been hard.”
“It was. I was fourteen, and my parents tried to keep me out of it, but there was no way they could hide that my mother was so angry with him. My dad must have done something bad, but... it couldn’t have been so bad that he deserved having the life he’d built ripped from him. I don’t want to do that to you, or have youdo that to me. No matter what happens or how angry we may be, I don’t want that. So we get a prenup.”
I shake my head. “We really don’t have to, Luc. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
He slides his hand over mine and gives a slight smile. “I know, but the way I see it, I won’t be the one regretting us getting one. Because in a few years, I’ll run a successful cake shop known throughout the country, and you won’t see a dime of it in our divorce.”
I chuckle. “Maybe we shouldn’t be talking about our divorce—or laughing about it.”
“I think we can, as long as we consider the idea laughable.”
“I definitely do.”
“So let’s get a prenup. I know it’s the only way you’ll be able to turn off that nagging voice inside your head, and I’d feel calmer knowing the same won’t happen as it did with my father. To either of us.”
I sigh, and my resistance starts to fade. Maybe it could be the solution to our problem. “Perhaps we could do it. I mean, people do it all the time, right?”
Luc nods. “I hear it’s even standard in some countries; they integrated the prenup into the law.”
I definitely didn’t know that. “Seriously?”
“Oui. So, in a way, we’re just doing what they’re doing. Nothing else.”
I must say, it helps me to know that, and I can’t help but think that we’ll eventually feel better with it. “Yes, let’s do it then. But not because we don’t trust each other…only because we want to protect each other.”
He nods. “That’s what it will be—only that. Now, can we finally start planning a wedding together?”
I smile and nod. “Let’s do that. We have all day.”
He kisses me on the cheek before he rests his head against mine and becomes serious again. “Just please don’t mess up with the wedding cake. It’s the most important thing to me.”
I let out a soft sigh. On the one hand, I’m beyond relieved he’d leave it to me, but also... it comes with a lot of pressure. Still, I keep my voice steady as I say, “I won’t. It’s the most important thing to both of us.”
I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly, all while desperately hoping that a particular baker in Brussels considers this wedding cake as vital as we do—and that he’ll be there for his son.
Chapter 35: Cody
As time passes, I’m starting to think neither of us wants to let go of the other. Maybe the same applies to him as it does to me—the mere thought of losing him is too much. As a result, we’re sitting together on the couch, just holding each other, until after a while, Luc starts to press himself tighter and tighter against me. His hands begin to roam more freely as well, sliding over my chest and stomach, edging lower and lower. I’m starting to suspect what he wants, until eventually he proves it when he lifts his head and starts kissing my cheek and mouth. Quicker than it should have, arousal starts building inside of me.
“I don’t know how you do it,” he says softly as we break apart, just before leaning back in and slipping his tongue into my mouth, leaving me wondering what he’ll say. But when he eventually pulls back after a long passionate kiss, I’ve almost forgotten what we were talking about. “But I’ve really missed you yesterday and in some way, today as well. Can we just. . . be together?”
I nod, holding him close, breathing against his mouth. In this moment, there’s nothing I’d rather do than give my fiancé my full attention, the way he deserves. I want to give him pleasure in the way I know only I can. And I won’t stop until I’ve fulfilled every one of his wishes.
“Yes. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
He smiles, places his hand around the back of my neck, looking almost relieved. “I’m actually more interested in hearing how you want me.”
I don’t have to think about that. “I want to fuck you. So badly.”
Lust glazes over his eyes. “Then fuck me. Make-up sex the hell out of me.”
His words travel straight to my cock. I think I’ve missed him too, and I need him so badly. Quickly, I nod and reply, “I’ll fuck you so good, baby.”
He grins, jumps up with excitement, and, while taking off his shirt, he says, “I’ll get the lube.”
