“Is something happening?” I ask him, reluctant to take my phone out. Padraic doesn’t seem surprised or bothered by his phone blowing up, but he’s a businessman and I am his lowkey wife out of the spotlight and I always had a dry phone even before marrying and disappearing out here.
“Check,” Padraic says calmly. I pull my phone out and witness the hell that broke loose – a press release with my full name and Padraic’s, announcing our marriage filled with a love story, a full-spread photoshoot that I don’t actually remember happening, and statements from both of us. Everything in the spread looks perfect and we look like the perfect couple.
I can feel my husband’s eyes gazing down at me as I scan the news story. There are elements of the truth – and then there’s a statement from Padraic, described as an “elusive” billionaire in the story.
“My wife is the greatest thing to ever happen to me. She’s a treasure, and while we intend to keep our relationship private, I want the world to know that I have finally found something worth more than my billions.”
I feel so…chosen.
He leans over and kisses my cheek. “I never want you to question that my feelings are real,” Padraic murmurs. He rubs his thumb over the spot where he just kissed. “I love you, Cullen.”
The public story smacks me in the face with this truth. I have hundreds of text messages. People who haven’t spoken to me in years must have tracked my phone number down from friends or friends of friends. I have messages from my parents too. Normally, I would be overwhelmed, but we’re about to go on a surprise vacation and Padraic kisses my cheek again.
I can’t stop the feelings from bubbling out of me. “I love you too…”
He puts his arm around me and chuckles. “Yes…” he whispers. “That was more difficult than hitting my third billion…”
“Shut up…”
Padraic chuckles and kisses my neck and then we kiss each other again and get lost in kissing each other. By the time we get to the airport, we almost have each other’s clothes off, and I cling to Padraic with this surge of desire for him controlling me. We can hardly keep our hands off each other as we get settled on his private jet.
“Do you have any idea where we’re going?” I ask him when we buckle up. I can tell from the look in my husband’s eyes that we’re not done kissing yet. He smirks, eyes lighting up with a mixture of delight and excitement.
“It’s a surprise,” he says. “But I know you’re going to love it there…”
Chapter Twenty-One
Padraic
Ilove you, Padraic.She’s said it twice now. The second time Cullen told me that she loved me and really really meant it was when the staff pulled down the staircase and revealed her dream vacation destination – Florence, Italy. Cullen loves art. She paints all the time. The reason for her deep debt was this profound desire she has to chase her love of art over any financial wellness.
Now that she has me, Cullen doesn’t need to give up on her dreams. She descends the stairs arm in arm with me and I can already imagine taking her to Prada for new clothes or Versace for a bikini. Once she’s seen all the art she needs to see, I’ll take her out on the yacht and struggle to keep my hands off of her worse than I’m struggling now.
We take a helicopter from the private air strip to the Florentine villa my brother rented for our vacation. Here, we have luxury, privacy, and an Italian chef to deliver us unlimited pasta and wine. Cullen already wants us to disappear to an art museum and when I suggest stocking up on art supplies, her excitement feels contagious.
She brings so much more light to my life than I ever could have hoped. The villa drips in luxurious details. Cullen takes hershoes off when we enter and explores every inch with me. She tells me the history of every bit of architecture – details I never would have known if she weren’t with me.
By the evening, we have a full itinerary for the next day. Cullen won’t drink any wine because of the baby on the way, but I fill my glass with plenty of red and suggest we take an evening swim in the private pool to celebrate everything from our future to the public announcement of our wedding, to our growing family.
Cullen wears a sexy, black Versace bikini to the pool. This one she didn’t buy in Italy – a situation we will change on Friday – but the fabric still clings to her curves perfectly. Her dark brown skin glistens in the evening lights on the terrace and I just want to hold my pregnant, curvy, brown-skinned wife as close to my body as humanly possible.
My body looks and feels strong as I slip into a pair of short navy blue Ralph Lauren swim trunks with a short, three-inch inseam. I catch Cullen staring at the musculature of my legs and watch her eyes darting to my bulge as we walk to the edge of the pool together. She slips into the water first.
I watch her perfect body slip beneath the dark blue water and when she gasps for breath, I join her in the water and circle her as she kicks her feet and makes delighted little noises about how warm and comfortable the water feels.
“It’s perfect here, Padraic,” Cullen says. Her voice sounds like a song to me. She reaches out to take my hands and I swim around her and then closer to her until we both stand near the edge of the pool and she’s so close to me that I can’t help but follow my instincts to kiss her in the pool.
Cullen giggles between kisses and then yields to my tongue sliding into her mouth. I grab her hips and pull her closer to me, kissing her harder.
“I love you, Cullen,” I murmur, my fingers sinking into her hips as my tongue teases hers. My dick doesn’t take long to grow in my swim trunks. Her body has a powerfully hypnotic effect on me and waiting for that long flight to touch her feels like it was painfully cruel.
She kisses me back with as much excitement as I have for her. I need to get that Versace bikini off of her. I start with the black straps holding back Cullen’s perfect, sizable breasts. The wet fabric sticks to her and I ease it away from her shoulders as I kiss her exposed flesh. The chlorine from the pool can’t overwhelm the delicious taste or scent of Cullen’s skin.
This woman is perfect for me.
When I get the strap down over Cullen’s shoulder and expose one of her breasts, my cock grows so hard in my swim trunks that it almost bursts free completely. Her nipples are such a perfect shade of dark brown, even darker than cacao and hard with tiny raised bumps around the extended dark sensitive portion of Cullen’s breasts.
I have to feel each one… My hand cups Cullen’s breasts and I massage the gigantic masses of flesh as my tongue teases Cullen to complete arousal. I need her so badly. It doesn’t take long for me to get her other breast out. I can’t decide which one of her breasts is my favorite. She feels so soft and welcoming.