“Could’ve been worse but it wasn’t. We’re back here and we can fight about what we’ll do with the property. And I changed my mind about what colour flowers.”
Her laugh this time was more of a snort and a complete dismissal about the flowers.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“The flowers or the wedding?” This was the answer I needed.
“The flowers. They’re staying red and orange.”
“The wedding?”
“I’m still game if you are.” She looked at the spa. “Although we can cancel it and just get this place. A simple business contract. Tenants in common. No need for a marriage certificate.”
“We could.”
I watched her expression change, her eyelids dropped. She bit her bottom lip which I knew by now was her way of stopping herself from saying something she thought might be stupid.
I gave it a few more seconds. She was waiting for me to go first because although she’d said she was scared of hurting me, I knew she was afraid of being hurt even more.
“I think I’d rather marry you though. It’d be a shame to cancel the party.” I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples through her bikini top. I had every intention of that top being off in about three point two minutes.
“So we’ll carry on for the party. What about this place?”
Yesterday, when I’d been more with it and able to make a rational decision, I’d contacted my lawyer and had her look at the hotel and spa. It was straightforward, or as straightforward as I guessed these things were.
“We buy it. Keep the house for us. It would mean rejigging the plans but…” I shrugged. I was getting distracted now, mainly by her tits and the fact that her breathing had changed; she was becoming turned on.
“And the place in London?”
“Offer was accepted. We exchange and complete in a fortnight.” It was quick because I’d thrown money at it. Amazingly, solicitors worked a lot quicker when you offered financial bonuses.
“But we don’t need to get married. Unless we want to.” Her hands were on my ass and she was definitely copping a very good feel.
My cock was hard and it was taking every ounce of my control not to pounce on her right now, but I needed her words first.
“Do you want to marry me, Sophie Slater? I can drop to my knees but it might not have the same effect given we’re in a hot tub.” I moved my hands to her waist, knowing that I didn’t want her memory of the next thing I said to be of me holding her tits at the same time.
She laughed. “You know what? I think I still do.”
“That’s good, because I’m liking the idea of marrying the woman I’m in love with.”
I heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her nails dig into my ass. Her eyes fixed on mine.
“I love you. Even though you have to argue all the time despite knowing…”
“Say that again.”
“What? About you arguing?”
“No, about you loving me.”
“I love you, Sophie Slater.”
She nodded. “That’s good. I’m quite fond of you too.” A huge smirk danced across her face. One of her hands removed itself from my glute and prodded me in the chest. “Might keep you around for a bit longer.”
“Oh, is that so?” I wanted to pick her up, carry her into the suite and take her to bed where I could do all the wicked things I knew would make her scream and yell my name. But I also knew that after having a head injury, there was fuck all chance of that happening. “You’re a bit ‘fond’ of me?”
She pushed herself closer to me, pressing her tits against my chest. I undid the knot at the back of her bikini top, sliding straps away so when we moved, it’d come away completely.
