After we say our goodbyes, we get in the limo, and we're driven to Manhattan.
He snuggles me, kissing me, feeding me raspberries and champagne.
I sigh. "I can't wait for sleep."
He smirks. "I promise while you'll be getting as little sleep as usual, it'll be worth it."
Enzo sets me down as we cross the threshold, and I gasp.
The lights are golden and low, and it smells like a garden.
There are rose petals everywhere.
He takes my hand, leading me upstairs to where a second terrace is.
The bed is a king, and the bedding is a soft cream to match the theme. There are vases of roses and sweet-smelling wildflowers.
And in the sitting area, on the big coffee table, there is a bottle of champagne on ice and a spread of caviar and cream cheese, tiny sandwiches, berries, and even oysters that sit on ice that hasn't even melted.
I can't see the pool from here, nor is there a hot tub on this terrace, but the bathroom of the main suite is insane.
It's huge, and in the middle, there is a gorgeous, big clawfoot tub.
It is filled with water, steam rising off as rose petals float.
I catch the amusement in his eyes and his quirked lips as I strip off my wedding dress, kick off my shoes, and climb in, expensive lingerie and all.
I sigh. "Oh, yes..."
He strips off his cufflinks and shoes, his tie, jacket, and pants, and his socks and boxers.
And he is fucking glorious naked, his cock thick and partially erect.
I sprawl in the bathtub. "This bath is mine."
He shakes his head. "Gotta learn to share. The tub is big enough for three."
I throw him a suspicious look but decide not to ask.
"You know, the moment I get in there with you, that sexy lingerie is dust."
"It's silk."
"It's coming off."
And then he climbs in, sinking down.
He pulls me onto his lap, his cock fully erect, and he rips the lacy bustier off me.
I gasp.
He dives down, catching one of my nipples in his mouth, and then he ravishes my breasts. Sucking, licking, biting, kissing, making me tremble as excitement shoots through me, and all I can think about is him inside me.
I groan. "You're an animal."
Enzo raises his head and grins. "Haven't you figured out by now I can't control myself around you?"
"I just thought you had poor control."
