She giggles. “Shocked. But so incredibly happy!”
“I have another surprise for you,” I tell her.
Matvei clears his throat, pulling my attention away. “We’re going to head to the hotel to unpack, and we’ll see you guys at dinner tonight to finish these celebrations?”
“Perfect man, thank you, see you all there,” I say.
“Where are they going!” she asks.
“We’ll meet up with them soon. But there’s something that is just for you and me.”
“That is the most mischievous grin I think you’ve ever had,” she says, scrunching her nose.
I take her hand and walk her toward the tower.
She shivers with excitement as we climb into the elevator.
“To the top?” she asks nervously.
“To the top. The views will be ours and us alone for as long as you want them,” I tell her.
She steps into my arms and kisses me.
“You are amazing, Adrian. I can’t imagine ever being happier.”
When the elevator stops, I lift her in my arms and carry her into the viewing room.
The views stretch in every direction and could easily take my breath away, but I can’t tear my eyes off her.
She wiggles free of my arms, and I set her down, noticing for the first time that she’s wearing sneakers beneath her wedding dress.
“Are you!” I blurt out, laughing.
She giggles and mischievously winks at me.
“Do you like the view?” she asks, slipping one of the thin straps off her shoulder.
“Oh. Well. It might be better if there wasn’t so much in the way of my view,” I mutter huskily.
“We can fix that, I think,” she says, turning her back to me, showing off the low dip of the dress design. My eyes trace over her spine, down to the curve of her hips.
She slips the other strap off her shoulder and lets the dress fall forward.
“Are you sure we are completely alone?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“Totally,” I growl, my cock growing harder.
She sways her hips as she walks closer to the windows, the top of her dress hanging down so that all she’s wearing is the long, flowing skirt.
I can’t stay away from her. My hands reach out and grab her narrow waist as she arches her back and pushes her ass against my cock.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I growl, brushing my fingers over her shoulders, down her arms, across her back, and then cupping them over her hips.
She rocks her ass back and forth against my cock, which is aching to be freed from my pants.
My fingers toy with the zip on the dress. The last thing holding it in place.
I pull it down slowly, over her hips, over her ass.
