Leon swirls his tongue around my nipple, causing my back to arch, and I feel his lips curl into a grin against my skin because he already knows exactly what I like and how to make me come in minutes. “Forget clothes, Erika, you won’t be needing any on our vacation.”
Now, that does sound like fun.
It’s not Bora Bora we’re going to; it’s paradise.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Erika
To carry on the incredible whirlwind romance that has made me feel like I’ve been stuck in a bubble for the last two days, while I was in the shower this morning, Leon didn’t just upgrade the flights I had already booked; instead, he called his captain and flight crew, informing them to get his private jet ready for take-off this afternoon to Las Vegas where we landed barely an hour ago.
What came as a greater surprise was when Leon informed me that his crew would be flying us to Bora Bora as well. Flying private means no connections, no risk of losing our luggage, and most importantly, we are traveling just the two of us with only a couple of cabin crew and two pilots all the way there. Sounds like bliss.
I had no idea he had organized any of this until we arrived at a private terminal at Edmonton airport this morning, where we had our own private check-in desk and security, and I loved every single second. It was the ultimate surprise and the best start to our honeymoon vacation. I must stop thinking I am going on a honeymoon. It’s a vacation. That’s all.
Although switching our over-the-water bungalow to an even bigger one than I had booked was the best surprise. Not only does it sit away from the other bungalows, way out on the peak of the boardwalk, but it gives seriously romantic vibes that feels a lot like a honeymoon.
I’m excited, also nervous. Two weeks alone with Leon will test our relationship. Although living twenty-four-seven with him for the last week has felt like the most natural thing in the world. And after we both admitted how we felt, there has been no drama, no awkwardness, and we get on so well. We just work.
While waiting in departures this morning, we talked about nothing and everything, huddled together, enjoying being able to hold hands and kiss each other freely as we laughed at a pair of influencers recording themselves dancing.
Everything we do together is unforced and fun, and I can’t believe it’s taken so long for us to get together finally. I want more vacations, more laughter, more inside jokes, more sex, more of everything with him.
I set foot inside our hotel suite in Vegas that Leon upgraded on check in and let out a gasp. It’s so huge and makes me feel like I’m a real-life princess, living in a fairy tale.
Built from pure luxury. Every detail exudes wealth. As I take in the wide, open layout featuring a sunken bar in the corner that glows softly under ambient lighting, I notice the indoor solarium that feels like a secluded paradise. A state-of-the-art home theater system, comparable to the one Leon has at his house and fit for a billionaire's mansion, dominates one wall. I move across the room, running my hand along the shiny marble and mother-of-pearl bar surface, appreciating how the golden and caramel hues wrap the soaring walls in a cozy, honey-like glow, making the vast space feel surprisingly intimate.
“This is beautiful, Leon.” It’s the ultimate upgrade.
Moving over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, like an excitable child on Christmas Day, I stare out at the Fountains of Bellagio dancing beneath us, Las Vegas sparkling like a jewel under the diminishing daylight. “This is so beautiful.”
“You like it?” he asks from behind the bar.
“I love it.” If he wasn’t here, I would probably have my nose squished up against the glass to get a better look.
The loudpopof the champagne bottle opening fills the room, and I let out an excited laugh. How is this my life? Five-star everything with a man I love; life couldn’t get any better.
Leon pours two glasses of the fizzy bubbles into the champagne flutes, and I make my way to him, and we meet somewhere in the middle as he passes me my drink.
“Happy honeymoon.” He tips his glass toward mine to toast the occasion.
I scowl at him as I tap the lip of my glass against his. “Cheers. But it’s not a honeymoon, Leon.”
“What shall we call it then? Vacation sounds so boring.”
“Well, that’s easy.” I steal his words from when he carried me across the threshold. “It’s our new beginning.”
“I’ll double cheers to that.” He taps his glass to mine again, much harder this time, and they make achingsound when they touch. Leon repeats my words like he’s testing how they sound. “Our new beginning.”
It’s about damn time.
“I think we should seal it with a kiss,” he suggests, looping his arm firmly around my waist. “To make it official.” His lips find mine, and he kisses me slowly, with the perfect amount of pressure that has me melting on the spot.
“I thought we sealed the deal already?” I tease between kisses.
“That was just the warm-up.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and gently bites it. He tastes like champagne and his spicy aftershave I’ve branded into my senses.
A loud ding from Leon’s cell alerts us to a text, breaking our heated moment.
