Tonight I want to make her feel like she is the most special person in the world, and I plan on making her dream come true.
I sit in the office looking through the new client files that Aiden and Rhys talked about. My plan wasn't to come in here today, but I told Brooklyn to have a nice relaxing bath, take as long as she needed, and I had put a box in the bathroom for her. I got her a new silk nightgown, and I have someone in the bedroom getting everything ready for tonight.
"You back to work tomorrow?" Aiden asks.
"Why?" I ask. They haven't burned the place down, so they couldn't have done that bad.
"The fucking thing rings all the time, the amount of the things the staff or guests ask drives us crazy, and we now know why we only have a small part in this business," Aiden throws the phone towards me, as I laugh.
Now that has made me laugh hard, these two never do any of the behind the scene work, I do it all. I handle A to Z of this club, so I was surprised to know that these two did well with this place.
"I will be back to work tomorrow," I tell them, as I turn to the door leading to my bedroom.
"All done, Mr. Kane.” I look over at the man as I pay him for his work, and tell him that I'm grateful for the work in such a short notice.
I tell the guys that my office is now closed, and they can go make rounds or whatever because I'm spending my night with Brooklyn.
Rhys and Aiden told me how Brooklyn got them to agree, leaving her in a room alone with me. My girl isn’t scared to argue, not that I’m aware of how she wins every time against me, too.
I walk into my bedroom; I have to say that the man did one hell of a job in here with only having a few hours to get this done. It doesn't even look like my bedroom. Light flickers from the candles placed on random surfaces; my room smells like honey from the roses placed inside the vases, which are sitting on the small tables carefully covered with a sequined black cloth. It looks just like the drawing. I walk over to the Bluetooth speaker to connect my phone, and play the songs I curated specially for this night – a romantic getaway with my Brooklyn!
"Atlas, this nightgown is—“Brooklyn stops in her tracks when she looks around the room. Her lips curl into a smile as her eyes move towards me. God, she looks beautiful in that red nightgown. "Atlas, this is…" She stops and admires her surroundings, and the smile that lights up her face is the most beautiful thing in the room. "I don't… I… This is beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you," I tell her as she stands in front of me. I place my hand on her waist, gently pressing my lips to hers.
"Have you been looking through my drawings?" She smiles.
"The page was open, so I never looked through. I hope I didn't miss anything." I look around the room as she does.
"Atlas this is…" She stops when I see a tear escape and roll down her cheek. "I've never been given flowers before."
“I'll give you flowers every day for the rest of my life."
Brooklyn walks around the room. As she smells the roses, she looks back at me. This is what I wanted: the smile that illuminates her entire face.
I walk over to her and she puts her arms around my neck. "I want you in my life, Brooklyn. You’ve made me feel things I thought I'd never feel again. You’ve given me so much more than I’ve ever had, and I don't want to lose you, ever again." My voice is shaky when I tell her that she has all of me; more than Lucy ever did. Brooklyn’s my soul mate, and I'm not letting her go, ever.
I pull her in and dip my head to press my lips with hers—a small kiss to start, but as Brooklyn's arms move around my neck, she leans into me tangling our tongues together, devouring me. Our kiss is softer, passionate; the kind I've never done before with her; the kind that shows I care and I'm here for her.
My cock hardens just by kissing her, wanting so bad to make this perfect for her, but I need to slow things down. I want her to feel special tonight.
I slide my hands down to the bottom of the nightie, grip the hem, and slowly pull it over her head. I drop it on the floor and see the sexy woman standing naked in front of me. I lift her by the waist, her legs wrap around me, and I move over to the bed. I place her on the silk sheets causing goose bumps to cover her skin, then I kneel between her legs, admiring her beautiful body. I yank my white t-shirt over my head and throw it on the floor. I look back at Brooklyn and see her eyes roaming over my torso, and her lips curling up into a smile. I resume my position above her, before leaning down to press my lips to her neck. I plant butterfly kisses over her skin, and feel the steady thrum of her pulse as I move further. I work my way down to her collarbone, and when I reach her scar, I lift my finger and softly trace it.
Her chest rises and falls with her quickening breaths, her tits pushing up, and her hard peaks begging for my mouth. I close my lips around a peak, and Brooklyn moans when I gently nip the tight tip.
I stroke further down to her stomach, over her mound, and between her folds to her clit. As soon as I slowly circle her hard bud, Brooklyn arches her back and moans my name. I play with her clit while sucking on her delicious nipples, grazing my teeth against them, swirling my tongue until her moans fill the room.
I slip my fingers down further towards her entrance, searching for the hot center that I want so fucking bad to be inside of.
"Atlas," Brooklyn moans my name when I ease two fingers inside her wetness, my thumb creasing her clit as I move my fingers in and out of her.
I kiss my way back up her body, her neck, and to her lips. "I love you, Brooklyn," I whisper against her mouth, and before she can reply, I kiss her hard. I move my hand faster, pushing in and out of her pussy, her juices coating me as I fuck her with my fingers.
Brooklyn scratches down my back; the sting from her nails sends a thrill rushing through me, and I kiss her harder. She strokes down my arms, swiftly reaching for my jeans. She pops the button and has my zipper unzipped in a split-second, then pushes against the waistband.
I pull my fingers out of her hot center and get rid of my jeans as fast I can, freeing my hard cock, the relief from the tight fabric so fucking good.
I trace my hands over the curves of her ass, moving to her inner thighs, and teasing closer to her pussy, and playing with her pussy lips as she watches me.
I lick my lips as I move to softly brush them over her thigh, and each one makes her jolt a little more every time I get closer to the best place on the planet. I look at her and see her watching me. With my tongue out, my eyes locked with hers, I lick up the length of her pussy, then close my lips around her clit. Her hips buck up towards my face, and I press my hands to her open thighs, holding them down, and continue to lick and suck her clit like a fucking lollipop. I need to get to the end, but the only way is making her scream as she comes on my fingers.
As I trail my tongue from her entrance to her clit, giving it a flick, I slide two fingers into her, and her hands rake through my hair, then latch onto the strands, the grip tight as I move faster.
"Oh fuck, Atlas!” Brooklyn screams. She grips my hair so tight it stings, the strands straining at the root. I pump my fingers faster when her walls clench around my fingers. I want her to come so fucking hard for me, so when I swirl my tongue faster around her nub, and curl my fingers to rub along the sweet spot inside of her, her pussy clamps down. “At-las!” Her body begins to tremble. Her thighs squeeze around me and her back arches while she coats my hand in her juices.