A whimper escapes me. “Is…is that your restaurant?”
“No. It’s yours.” He comes a step closer, his eyes tracking over every inch of my face. “It’s ours.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m giving you the choice. London. New York. Both. Tell me where I can make you the happiest and that’s where we’ll go.” He tosses the hard hat to the ground and goes down on one knee. Until now, I’ve been aware of nothing but Sebastian. But as soon as he’s kneeling, the crowd that’s formed around us starts to applaud and whistle. Oh my God. This isn’t a dream. It’s real. It’s real and I’m probably going to faint right in the middle of it.
“Sebastian…” I wheeze.
“I know. I know I hurt you indirectly. I never meant for it to happen. I’ll never, ever put you in a position to be anything but happy. Ever again. Just agree to be my wife and give me that chance.” He takes a small black box out of his pocket and opens it, revealing what is the most spectacular, over-the-top ring I’ve ever seen in my life or the next. “Now that I know you exist, Alice, I can’t go back to the emptiness I lived in before. You make me look forward to the next day, because I know you’re alive inside of it.” He closes his eyes. “I’m in love with you. Marry me.”
“Yes.” I fall to my knees in front of him and throw my arms around his neck. “I’ll marry you. Of course I will—I love you. And I don’t care where we live as long as you’re there, Sebastian.”
Flashbulbs go off around us as our lips meet in a kiss, knelt down in the middle of a filthy Manhattan sidewalk. I’m still reeling when Sebastian slides the ring onto my finger, hoists me into his arms and carries me across the street to Alice, my apparent new restaurant. I only catch a brief glimpse of my face being painted mural-style onto the main wall when Sebastian roars, “Out!”
He sets me down on the closest table and starts to unbuckle his belt even before the last construction worker exits onto the street. There is a partial barrier blocking us from passersby, but it would be a stretch to call our location private. Ask me if I care. I just want his hands on me. His mouth. I need to feel him everywhere so I know this is real.
“I need you, Alice. One more second without and I’ll go fucking mad.”
“I need you, too,” I breathe, opening my thighs. “Take me.”
Moaning at the sight of his hard shaft, I allow Sebastian to hike up my skirt, work aside my panties and shove himself home inside me. The table rocks beneath us, but Sebastian steadies it in his hands and begins to thrust hard hard hard. “Mine forever,” he grits into my ear. “My Alice.”
I arch my back and let him rip my shirt down the middle. “My Sebastian.”
We don’t let the construction crew back inside for hours.
Epilogue
Sebastian
Seven years later
Tonight marks the grand opening of mine and Alice’s fourth restaurant.
This one is in London’s West End.
She put up an adorable fight, as always, when I insisted on naming this restaurant Alice, as well. But if she thinks I won’t open a hundred more establishments and name each and every one of them in her honor, she’s wrong. As the years have gone on, I’ve become more and more obsessive where my wife is concerned and there is no better word in the English language than her name.
Where is she?
I walk through the dining room, taking notice of her finishing touches. The little stems of lavender tucked into the place settings, the slight champagne tone to the wine glasses. The place is full of my wife and as I can’t get enough of her, I couldn’t be more pleased.
Outside on the sidewalk, hundreds of patrons wait to be let inside for the inaugural dinner. I will spend the night overseeing the kitchen, but first I intend to find my Alice and kiss her beautiful mouth. If I don’t, my concentration will be shot.
“Have you seen Alice?” I ask a passing waiter.
He halts and faces me with a puffed up chest. “Last I saw, she was heading into the coat room, I believe.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
My lips curve into a smile as I continue my journey through the candlelit restaurant. The coat room. Interesting. Already my cock is bulging against the fly of my trousers in anticipation of cornering her there. Let the customers wait.
And they will.
After our weekend of notoriety in New York City, we’ve become an object of public interest. It serves our business well, though I’ve had to pummel a few photographers who dared get too close to my wife or twin sons. I don’t like having their faces in the magazines, papers or online, but Alice always finds a way to soothe my temper when it happens.
Oh yes she does. A memory of her riding my cock in the bathtub while water splashes over the rim has my steps accelerating.
Good God, what was life like before this girl arrived and made it worth living? I can’t remember. I don’t want to remember. My fingers are already flexing in anticipation of brushing her soft skin. I need to kiss her, goddammit.
One might think a married man of seven years would be able to go a bloody hour without making out with his wife, but I haven’t been able to accomplish it. If one of us travels to New York or London for work, the other goes with. We simply cannot be apart. In the interest of Alice and our children being comfortable no matter which city we’re staying in, we have residences in both places, complete with a team of nannies so I never have to wait to be alone with my wife.
After all, I might have softened thanks to falling in love, but I’m still an uncompromising bastard—and she loves me anyway.
Finally, I open the door to the coat room, step inside and close it behind me. I catch the scent of her perfume, light and girlish, and I know she put on extra just to tempt me. To let me know she wants to play.
“Alice, are you in here?” I drop my voice to the sternest possible note. “I told you, this isn’t the time to play hide and seek.”
From the back corner of the room comes a muffled voice. “Please?”
I drop a hand to the front of my pants to massage my thickening cock. “You know what happens when Daddy finds you at home. It won’t be any different because we’re in a restaurant. Did you think it would?”
“No…”
Slowly, I lower my zipper and I know she hears it, because she gasps. With excitement. Nerves. “People will wonder where we’ve gone, little girl. They could come looking.”
There she is. Finally. Through the darkness, I spot my beautiful wife in the short green dress that is the exact shade of her eyes. She’s in between two coats that must belong to the staff, her hips twisting side to side. “You found me.”
“You’re starting to like this game a little too much,” I say, pulling her off the wall, spinning her around and yanking her shapely little ass up into my lap. “How am I supposed to resist your tight pussy when you offer it to me so sweetly?”
She wiggles against my erection. “Don’t you like me sweet, Daddy?”
“Yes,” I groan, being totally pulled under by her perfect voice, body, scent, heart. All of them are in perfect sync with mine. “I love you sweet. You know I do. Way more than I should.” I slide the hem of her dress higher to reveal her bare backside. “You already took your panties off, hmm?”