Mr Garcia (Mr Series)

I stare up at him. What?

“Why not?” he asks. “We both know that this is it for us. You love me, and I love you.”

My mouth falls open. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly.” He smiles down at me before leaning in and kissing my lips.

“Seb.”

“Say yes, April.” His tongue sweeps through my parted lips,

I smile against him. “This is—”

“Say yes.”

“Yes.”

He pulls back to look at me. “Friday.”

I frown. “Friday, what?”

“We marry on Friday.”

“Friday?” I gasp.

“You said we could elope.”

“When did I say that?”

“When we started dating.”

“That was a flippant comment.” I shake my head in disbelief. Is this conversation really happening? “I’m working on Friday, anyway.”

“All right… next Friday.”

I blink in surprise as shampoo begins to run down my face. “Next week?” I tip my head back to wash this stupid shampoo out of my hair before I’m blinded.

“No point dragging it out.” He takes his wet T-shirt over his shoulders and throws it on the floor. He drags his pants down and kicks them to the side. “Kiss me.”

“Sebastian, let me wash this damn shampoo out.”

He brings his hands up to do it for me. I open my eyes to see him smiling down at me.

I smirk.

“Friday,” he mouths.

“Next Friday,” I remind him.

“In secret, in Spain.”

“Spain?” I squeak.

Hell on a cracker, this man is full of surprises tonight.

He takes me into his arms. “I want to marry the woman I love in the country I come from. The land where my ancestors roamed.”

Oh, my heart.

I don’t know if I can even take time off from work, but seriously, who fucking cares? “Okay.” I smile, “Next Friday, in Spain, just you and me.”

He smiles as his lips meet mine. “Mrs. Garcia.”

My stomach somersaults. Did that really just happen?

I can’t even…

“Sebastian, are you high?”

“Next Friday.” His hands slide down to my behind. “I will be.”

Cloud nine is a great place to be.

I sit in my office and stare into space wearing the goofiest of all goofy grins. I keep envisioning Seb in the shower last night, under the water in his clothes, asking me to marry him. The way he was so hopeful and gorgeous.

It was unexpected, and yet it was perfect at the same time. It wasn’t just romantic but madly romantic. There was no ring, but I don’t even think I want an engagement ring.

A simple gold band would be perfect.

He is perfect.

He’s right; we know this is it. We are meant to be. There is no point waiting.

The last few months have been a dream come true. We argue and squabble. We laugh and love and take care of each other.

This really is it.

I know that we’re being selfish by eloping.

We’ve both been there and done the white wedding thing before, and in the long run, it meant nothing. Both marriages failed.

I wonder where the ceremony will be. I text him.

Dear Mr. Garcia,

What will I wear to our wedding?

Will it be at a registry office or somewhere more weddingy?

xo

A reply bounces straight back, and I smile. He never usually gets my texts for hours.

Dear Soon-To-Be Mrs. Garcia

Whatever you wear will be perfect.

P.S. ‘Weddingy’ isn’t a word.

Xo

I smirk and reply.

Perhaps if you are going to correct my English, sir, we could play teacher and naughty student tonight? What are you wearing?

He replies.

You’re on detention, young lady.

Punishment will be handed out for your misdemeanors.

I will be wearing my new wife.

xo

I spin on my chair with glee. Oh, I’m so excited.

Knock, knock.

I glance up to see Jeremy sauntering in. I quickly close my phone down. Sebastian has sworn me to secrecy.

“Hey.” I smile.

Jeremy exhales heavily. “I hate men.”

“Men as in Bart, or plural as in all?”

He slumps into the chair at my desk. “He didn’t come home last night.”

My eyes widen. “What do you mean he didn’t come home? How do you know?”

“Well, I don’t know for certain, but he always calls me when he gets home, no matter what the time.”

“Right?”

“And he told me he was meeting Nicolas for dinner but then… no call.”

“Well, he told you about Nicolas.” I frown. “Surely if he had something to hide, he would have kept that a secret.”

“Unless he’s acting transparent.”

I roll my eyes. “Seriously, Jeremy, what are you doing with this guy? Nobody is supposed to feel like this when they’re in a loving relationship.”

“I know,” he sighs.

“Do you want to have lunch today?” I smile.

“Where at?”

“Your pick.”

He exhales heavily. “Can we have all the carbs?”

“Uh-huh.” I frown. On second thoughts, what the hell am I wearing to this wedding? Oh, who cares? Sebastian likes me how I am, anyway. “Yep, all the carbs, and maybe even a cocktail.”

“I do love you.” He stands and gives me a wink before walking out.

“Jeremy!” I hear Bart call. “Can I see you in my office for a moment, please?”

“Sure,” Jeremy replies.

I see them walking down the corridor, and Bart’s office door shuts behind them.

I wonder what lies Bart’s going to tell him now, the selfish prick. Jeremy has got to get out of that relationship. It’s toxic.

Another night, another gala.

My life with Sebastian is glamorous and always busy. He has so many engagements and, of course, I always attend. He won’t go anywhere without me.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

“Just a minute,” I call as I slip my stilettos on.

I take one last look at myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a black strapless, fitted dress. It’s simple but lovely. My hair is up, and for once, I’m wearing red lipstick as well as dangly diamante earrings.

I actually look pretty good.

I walk out to see Sebastian standing near the door. He’s wearing a black dinner suit and bow tie, and his hands are in his pants pockets. His eyes drop to my toes, and he gives me a slow, sexy smile. “Well, hello there.”

I put my hands on my hips and do a little twirl. “You like?”

He steps forward, taking me into his arms. He bends and kisses my breast through my dress. “I do.” He begins to nibble his way up to my neck.

I giggle. “Behave, we have to go. We’re late already.”

He takes my hand, and we walk down the stairs and into the large foyer. One of the security guards looks up at me and smiles, completely forgetting where he is.

I feel Sebastian stiffen on my arm.

We get to the bottom of the stairs and Sebastian stops still in front of the guard.

He raises an eyebrow. “And?”

The security guard grimaces, knowing he’s been caught perving. “Yes, sir.”

“First and last warning,” Sebastian says as we walk past.

Oh jeez.

We walk out the front doors. The black Mercedes wagon is waiting, and the driver is holding the door open. “Good evening.”

“Hello.” We both smile and get into the back of the car.

Sebastian takes my hand in his lap as we are whisked into the night.

I stare over at my beautiful man. Protective and jealous.

Just how I love him.

Half an hour later, we are at the Governor’s Charity Ball.

It’s an exciting night for all of us. This is Charlotte’s first night out after having their baby. Her and Spence aren’t staying for long, but it’s great that they’re here all the same.

We’ve been hanging out a lot with the four of them. The girls are hilarious, and the boys are inseparable. We have a lot of fun together with them and their kids, especially now that I’m obsessed with baby Hazel.

I had dinner with Penelope and Anna this week too and it’s been so hard not to blurt out to everyone all the exciting news about next week, but we really want to do this alone.

As Sebastian said, we can celebrate with everyone when we get back, and there’s no chance of anything being leaked to the press. That’s the very last thing we want to deal with.

“Oh, hell,” Spencer whispers, dipping his head. He holds his forehead to hide from someone. “Seven o’clock.”

We all look up to see a woman smiling. She waves and begins to walk over. Sebastian’s face falls, and Julian drops his head. “Here we fucking go,” Julian mutters.

Brielle’s eyes widen, and Charlotte bites her lip. Whoever this woman is, she’s obviously the topic of conversation.

“There you are,” the woman gushes to Sebastian. “Where have you been hiding?”

He fakes a smile, and he stands and kisses her on the cheek. “Hello, Angela, nice to see you.”

She’s attractive with dark hair, a lovely figure, and she’s way over-friendly. Sebastian turns straight to me. “Angela, please meet April, my girlfriend.”

Her face instantly drops. “Hello.” She looks me up and down.

Oh, she’s rude.

“Hello.” I smile, my surprised eyes flick up to Bree and Lottie to see that they’re both smirking, clearly amused. Have I missed part of the conversation?

“Hmm.” Angela’s eyes stay glued to me. “Sebastian, you haven’t been around in a long time. The children would love to see you.”

“Ah, yes.” Sebastian widens his eyes. “I’m very busy.” He gestures to me. “With April.”

“Doing boyfriend stuff,” Spencer interrupts.

Julian drops his head to hide his smile.

Angela’s eyes hold mine. “Where do you live, April?”

“With me,” Sebastian fires back.

Spencer smirks as he looks up at her.

Okay, who is this woman, and why does everyone think everything she says is amusing?

She turns back to Sebastian. “So, are you going to come over to see us?”

“Umm.” Sebastian’s eyes flick to me. “I can’t. April doesn’t like me going out.”

“Taskmaster,” Julian mutters.

“She locks him up,” Spencer adds.

My eyes widen, and I laugh. What the hell? “Not at all, Sebastian. You can go and visit whenever you want to, sweetheart.”

“Okay then,” he dismisses her. “Thanks for that.”

She rises up on her toes, clearly excited, and she smiles between us. “I’ll see you soon, Seb.”

She walks off, and everyone snickers.

Sebastian pinches the bridge of his nose, disgusted. “Don’t even.”

“Who was that?” I ask, holding up my hands. “Actually, let me guess.”

“Oh, please do.” Spencer laughs.

“I’m guessing you’ve…” I screw up my face as I try to think of a nice way to say this. “Been with her?”

Sebastian closes his eyes, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. The others chuckle.

“And who is she?” Spencer asks.

Sebastian stands. “I can’t talk right now; I’m dancing with April. Do not disturb us anymore with your boring topics of conversation.”

They laugh.

I stay seated and smile as I look between the others. “Why, who is she?”

Sebastian widens his eyes at them in warning.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“Let’s just say… he kept it in the family.”

Sebastian pulls me to my feet. “Dancing, my love.” He drags me away. “Ignore these fuckers.”

“Do the words ex-sister-in-law ring any bells, Garcia?” Spencer calls after us.

My eyes widen as he pulls me along. “Sister-in-law? Ex… you slept with Helena’s sister?” I gasp as we get to the dancefloor.

He takes me into his arms and then winces. “Shh, dancing.”

“Sebastian!”

He screws his face up. “Maybe little bit.”

My mouth is open as I stare up at him. This is so unexpected.

What the hell? This is a nightmare. This is horrendous, and the confirmation I’ve been searching for.

He doesn’t love her anymore.

He couldn’t.

Like a tangible force, I feel the fear leave my body.

Oh, thank God.

He acts serious, holding back a smirk. “What?” He spins me, bends, and kisses me softly. “What do you want to say? You’re disgusted, appalled…”

Impressed.

“All those things.” I try to control my smile.

He shakes his head. “Not one of my proudest moments. There was copious amounts of alcohol involved, and I was clearly still in my angry stage.”

“Does Helena know this?”

“Who knows and who cares?” He spins me around, and I laugh out loud.

This is the best news I have ever heard.

“I thought you felt sorry for her.” I frown. We haven’t discussed Helena since that night when he had the meltdown. I haven’t wanted to bring her up. Although, I’ve thought about it way too often.

“I did in the beginning, but then she got nasty and slept with everyone. She took me for everything I owned and…”—he shrugs casually— “It was quite cathartic, actually. Unlike her sister, Angela is a good person. We were friends for a long time, and it symbolized the beginning of my new single life.”

I smile up at him like a groupie. This is groundbreaking information for me. I was scared that he still loved her a little, but this proves that he doesn’t. There is no way he would have ever done that if they weren’t over for good. He has super high morals.

He slept with her sister.

I bite my bottom lip to hide my goofy smile. Best news ever.

I’m lying on my side, staring at Sebastian in the dark. It’s late. We went to the ball and then came home and made love.

He rolls on his side to face me. “What are you thinking about?”

“I can’t believe you slept with Helena’s sister.”

He closes his eyes. “Please don’t remind me.”

“I thought you felt sorry for her?”

“I did in the beginning.” He pauses, thinking for a moment. “You know, it was weird.”

“What was?”

“The way my marriage ended.”

“Why?”

“Well, she had this hang-up that I didn’t find her attractive anymore, so she started acting differently.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. She became flirty around my friends. Wore different clothes. It was like she was crying out for attention. And I could see it happening before my eyes, and I knew why she was doing it. But…” He cuts himself off.

“You didn’t try to stop it.”

He rolls his lips. “After… I blamed myself. I was devastated. But the day I asked her to stop using my surname, she got nasty.”

“How?

“She started sleeping with people I knew. She took me for everything financially, and she even tried to get Bentley. She was hell bent on hurting me in any way she could.”

“Did she?”

“Yes.” He exhales heavily. “Each little thing she did cemented what I had feared all along.”

“What was that?”

“That I never really knew her.”

I frown, surprised by that statement.

“It’s one thing to love someone, but to realize that you loved someone who never existed is the worst betrayal of all.”

“I don’t understand. How didn’t you realize you weren’t compatible before you got married?”

“She was very inexperienced, and I thought…” He exhales heavily. “I only saw what I wanted to see. They say love is blind.”

“What did you think?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know what I was thinking, really.”

“Do you think you will ever be rid of her?’ I ask softly.

He shrugs, ‘Surely her drama will end soon, I’m assuming, when she meets someone, it will have to.’

“I have a confession,” I whisper.

“What’s that?”

“I’m relieved that you slept with her sister.”

“Because you’re a sicko.” He smirks.

“Obviously.” I giggle. “I thought you still loved her.”

He screws up his face, “Why would you think that?”

“Well, you told me this sad story about how she was the victim, and how you regretted it, and it was all your fault.”

“I only told you why we ended so that I didn’t do it again with us.” He leans in and kisses me softly. “Helena is not a nice person, April. The things she has done to me since our divorce are evil through and through, and I don’t have feelings for her at all. But what kind of person would I be if I didn’t recognize my own mistakes in the breakdown of that relationship? It takes two people to ruin a marriage, and I was far from perfect. If I told you that I was, it would have been a lie.”

I smile softly, relief flooding through me.

“The night I told you about Helena and me was the night I was particularly hard on you in the bedroom. I thought I’d done it again, and that you were going to leave me, too.”

“I like hard in the bedroom.”

“Like I said… sicko.”

“Takes one to marry one.” I smile.

He rolls me onto my back and holds my hands above my head as he kisses me.

“This time next week, you’ll be mine.”

“I already am.”

Fairy tales do come true, I know that for sure now.

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of feeling like a princess, being swept away by my prince.

And I have been.

When Sebastian Garcia tells you that he’s taken care of it, he really has.

It’s Friday, and we are in Toledo, Spain—the place where Sebastian’s ancestors walked.

The golden walls of the iconic Cathedral of Toledo are lit with hundreds of candles, while I stand in the waiting room wearing my cream, floor-length, fitted evening dress.

The church is huge. The priest, Sebastian, and I are the only three here.

There are, of course, ten security guards outside, but I’m trying my hardest to forget about them.

The wedding waltz begins, and I close my eyes. This is it.

With a deep, shaky breath, I push open the heavy door and walk out into the church.

Sebastian is standing at the altar. He turns and gives me a breathtaking smile. He’s wearing my favorite black dinner suit with the silk lapels and bow tie.

I slowly walk toward him in time to the music.

Seeing him there waiting for me with that look in his eyes…

I just want to run.

My heart explodes with love for this man, and my eyes well with tears. We fought hard to win this battle. To overcome our fears.

I make it to the end of the aisle and Sebastian takes my hand. He bends and kisses my cheek. “Hello, my love.”

“Hi.” I smile bashfully, the way he looks at me is so intense, there’s no mistaking his love for me. My eyes flick to the priest and he smiles at the two us. “Estamos reunidos para celebrar la unión de dos almas,” the priest says.

“We are gathered here to celebrate the union of two souls,” Sebastian says as his eyes hold mine.

Oh dear God…we’re getting married in Spanish, Sebastian is translating.

Emotional overload.

My eyes fill with tears, and I blink so that I can see him.

“El amor es precioso, el amor es bondadoso,” the priest says.

“Love is precious, love is kind.” Seb smiles softly.

“El amor es un lenguaje que no se puede aprender. Es intrínseco, vive dentro de nuestro ser.”

“Love is a language that cannot be learned. It is intrinsic, it lives inside of us.”

I smile softly over at my beautiful man.

“¿Qué es lo que buscas, hijo mío?” the priest asks.

“What is it you’re seeking, my child?” Sebastian’s eyes hold mine. “Amor eterno. Eternal love.”

Gah…

This is too much. I wipe a tear as it rolls down my cheek.

“¿Sebastián García, quieres a April Bennet, para tener y sostener a partir de este día?”

“Do you, Sebastian Garcia, take April Bennet, to have and to hold from this day forward?”

“Si, quiero. I do.”

“¿Y tú, April Bennet, quieres a Sebastián García para tener y sostener a partir de este dia?

“And do you, April Bennet, take Sebastian Garcia to have and to hold from this day forward?”

“I do.”

Sebastian smiles and rocks up onto his toes, as if proud.

“Que el Señor los una por la eternidad,” the priest says.

“Let the Lord join you for eternity.”

“Repite despues de mi, con este anillo me caso contigo. En la enfermedad y en la salud, en la riqueza y en la pobreza, por el resto de nuestra vidas.”

“Repeat after me, with this ring, I thee wed. In sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for as long as we both shall live.”

The priest passes us the two gold rings and Sebastian slides the thick gold band onto my finger. “Te amaré hasta el final. Esta es mi promesa,” he whispers in his husky voice. “I will love you until the day I die, April. This is my promise to you.”

Oh…

I take the ring and slide it onto Sebastian’s finger.

“Ahora los declaro marido y mujer, puedes besar a tu novia.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride,” Sebastian repeats.

We smile softly at each other, he takes my face in his two hands and we kiss through overwhelming emotions.

We’ve come so far, it feels like a lifetime ago that we met in that club.

So much to get to where we stand tonight.

I love him so much.

We made it….

Mr. and Mrs. Garcia.

We walk up the boardwalk and my eyes widen, “This is where we are staying?” I gasp.

Sebastian lifts my hand to his lips, “Well, not right here, but this is how we get there. Yes.”

My mouth falls open, a small landing leads to the largest yacht I’ve ever seen.

Four men stand in line as they wait to greet us. The one in a white suit and fancy looking hat dips his head. He looks important, he must be the captain of the ship…yacht, whatever the hell this thing is. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Garcia.”

Mrs. Garcia…. what the hell? I let out an unexpected giggle, “You’re the first person to ever call me that.”

Sebastian smiles warmly and winks at the captain before shaking his hand. “Thank you.”

He takes my hand and leads me across the board walk and onto the yacht, a man holds out a silver tray with two glasses of champagne and we each take one. The glasses are crystal and heavy. “Thank you.” The waiter gives me a kind smile, “Canapes and cocktails are to be served in fifteen minutes on the deck, Mrs. Garcia.”

Excitement shoots through me, Mrs. Garcia. I’ll never tire of hearing that.

“Okay, thanks.” I don’t know where to look first, this is over the top opulence. My eyes meet his. “Sebastian,” I whisper. “Are you kidding me?”

He smiles proudly as he looks around. “Only the best for my girl.” He leans in and kisses me tenderly, and I melt against him. How did I get so lucky?

I pull out of his arms to look around the ground floor, a huge luxurious living area with dark timber floors and exotic looking custom rugs, a twenty-seater dark wood dining table, a black mini grand piano sits in the corner.

Piano… on a boat…what the hell?

The furnishings are the very best money can buy, all in different shades of cream with scatterings of emerald green and navy blue.

Where do you even buy furniture like this?

Crystal lampshades are strategically placed, and chandeliers hang from the ceilings.

Frigging hell…this is next level.

I glance out onto the deck and see huge outdoor couches, deckchairs and an oversized hot tub. And we’re having cocktails there in fifteen minutes.

Ahhhh…kill me now. I’m dead.

Sebastian leads me up the stairs, and my mouth drops open once more. This is the most beautiful bedroom I have ever seen. His eyes meet mine, and I smile softly: “I suppose I can spend a week in this dump.”

He takes my champagne off me and walks me backwards towards the bed, “I’m sure we’ll find something to do.”

I giggle against his lips. “We have canapes being served on the deck in ten.”

“Do I look like I care?” he murmurs against my lips; his teeth drop to my neck.

“Can we at least pretend to be normal?” I laugh as I look at the ceiling.

“We are on our honeymoon, for once, we are supposed to fuck all day. It’s the official festival of come.”

I burst out laughing, “The festival of come? Good Lord, you are a born romantic, Mr. Garcia.”

“I know, it’s a gift.” He laughs too, and I take his two hands in mine and step back from him. “Thank you.” I look around. “This is…perfect.”

“Like you.”

I kiss him softly. “Like us.” We hold each other, and there’s this beautiful intimacy in the room. “Let’s just take our time and enjoy our night, we’ll never get this back. I’m not rushing a thing.”

His eyes twinkle with a certain something, and I know that he agrees. He picks my hand up and kisses it. “I love you.”

My eyes fill with tears. “I love you.”

“Why do you get so teary when you say that?”

I shrug, embarrassed. “Because…” I cut myself off.

“What?” He takes my face in his hands. “Tell me.”

“I didn’t know I could love someone as much as I love you.”

His eyes search mine.

“I thought I was in love before…but I hadn’t even scratched the surface.”

He smiles softly. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Waiting.”

I frown.

“For me to get my shit together. I haven’t been the easiest man to …love.”

My heart bursts. “Sebastian, you are the easiest man in the world to love.”

He kisses me softly and takes my hand in his.

“Cocktails on the deck are waiting.” I smile.

“Cock in bed is a much better option in my opinion,” he mutters dryly. “But whatever.”

We make our way downstairs and out onto the deck. The yacht has now left the dock, and we are slowly heading out toward the sea. The sun is just setting, and the sky is a beautiful hue of pinks and reds, oh… this is magical.

The waiter appears with a silver tray. “Here you are, Mr. Garcia. Top shelf margaritas, Gran Patron Tequila as requested.”

“My wife’s favourite,” Sebastian smirks.

He remembered.

I giggle as I take my margarita from the tray, I sip it, oh wow…that’s the stuff.

Heaven in a cup.

The waiter leaves us alone, and Sebastian holds his margarita to mine in a toast. “To many happy years, my love.”

The yacht, the sunset…the dreamy husband.

This is utter perfection.

I smile and hold my drink in the air. “With many more of these.”

It’s late, the crew have retired, and the captain is below deck. A second security yacht is a few hundred meters behind us.

We are in the hot tub, surrounded by darkness, the gentle lapping of the ocean sounds in the distance. The cool wind is dusting our skin.

Sebastian has me straddled over his body as we kiss, his hands are on my hips dragging me over his thick hard cock. With his eyes locked on mine, he undoes the ties of my bikini bottoms and takes them off. His fingers drop to my sex, and he slowly begins to work me. Our kiss turns desperate.

I’ve wanted him all day.

The feelings between us are too intense.

With two fingers deep in my sex he slides his other hand around, his fingers begin to explore the part of me that he doesn’t know.

My behind.

We stare at each other as he rubs me there, the forbidden zone, where he hasn’t been allowed to go.

He slowly slides the tip of a finger in, and I shudder as we stare at each other.

Arousal is pumping heavily between us.

“It’s our wedding night,” he whispers as he kisses me in a silent plea.

“You want that as your wedding present?” I ask.

His eyes are dark, unwavering. “Yes.”

He keeps working me, back and front …and God, I can hardly keep my eyes open from the feelings of pleasure.

“You’re so… big, Seb,” I whisper against his lips, unable to hide my fear.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” His fingers keep going, keep pushing my limits, amping up my arousal, and hell…this feels so fucking good.

He lifts his hand out of the water and holds it out to me. “See this gold band?” he whispers.

I look down at his wedding ring.

“This means I will always protect you,” he murmurs. “You have all of me, April. And now, I need all of you.”

I stare at him, and I know, this is it.

The moment in time where I hand myself completely over to someone.

But he’s not just someone…he’s my husband…Sebastian, the love of my life.

I know that this means a lot to him, it’s more than the sexual act, it’s symbolic.

“Okay…”

He frowns, “Okay?”

I smile. “Don’t give me time to second-guess this.”

“Okay.” He sits up with renewed purpose and grabs my bikini bottoms and puts them back on me.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he ties them up at the side.

“Taking you to bed.”

I swallow the lump in my throat…oh hell, here we go.

There isn’t a chance that this isn’t going to hurt. He’s big…huge. And… Well, …fuck.

I didn’t think this through.

With my bikini back in place Sebastian steps out of the spa and holds a towel up for me. He wraps me in it and then leads me upstairs by the hand. We walk into the bedroom, and he flicks the lock, his eyes meet mine.

I stand before him; my heart is hammering in my chest.

The sound of the engine is a drone in the background, his eyes are blazing with desire.

Sebastian Garcia always brings it to the bedroom, no matter what the circumstance.

No matter where we are.

This is who he is, I know what I’m in for, unbridled pleasure guaranteed.

Regardless of that, this time, I can’t help but feel a little nervous.

He takes my bikini off and with the towel, dries me carefully and then lies me on the bed. He spreads my legs and leans down and kisses me there. As if completely focused on his task, he gets up immediately and goes to his suitcase and takes out his toiletry bag. He removes a bottle of lube and puts it on the bedside table. My eyes widen when I see it. “You packed lube?” I frown.

“Boy scout,” he smirks.

“Always prepared?”

“Optimistically so.”

I giggle and a little of my nerves dissipate.

This is something he’s thought about, he really wants this.

He slides his shorts down, and his large thick cock springs free, engorged and rock hard. It hangs heavily between his legs, and he gives it a few slow strokes as he kicks his shorts to the side. He lies down beside me and leans up onto his elbow, his lips take mine, and he kisses me. His eyes close and are wearing a soft smile. He has this aura of happiness around him. “This is going to perhaps…Sting,” he murmurs against my lips as his fingers find that spot between my legs.

“Is this my pep talk?” I whisper.

“Yes.” He smiles and then falls serious. “We can’t stop, once we start.”

My eyes search his.

“It will be quick, and once I’m in…”

My heart begins to pump hard, and I know I have to stop overthinking this. “Sebastian, just do it.”

He gives me a dark smile and disappears down my body, his teeth grazing my skin all the way. He spreads me apart with his fingers and licks me deep with his thick tongue, and I close my eyes to deal with him.

I don’t know how the hell he’s got such a strong tongue, and fingers for that matter.

So strong.

Is there a hot-fuck training camp that all men should know about? If not, there should be.

He licks me deep, and I hold my hands on the back of his head as I writhe beneath him. He can make me come like this in sixty seconds, Sebastian Garcia is the king of oral.

And not just because he does it so well, it’s because he loves it.

He does it for him.

His eyes close in pleasure as he takes everything from me, and all I can do is watch on, helpless to the pleasure. He rolls me over, gets behind me and pulls me up onto my knees by my hips.

He spreads me and begins to lick me there, a flutter, a lick, a slow kiss.

My eyes close, and my mouth hangs open as I give him full access to me. This is as intimate as it gets. He slides his fingers into my sex as he continues to lick me there and pleasure begins to build, my body taking on its own agenda and pushing back onto him.

He kisses my cheek and then I hear the click of the lube bottle as it opens.

Fuck … here we go.

He spreads the lube over my behind and rubs it in, through the lips of my swollen sex too, smearing it all over.

Up and down, up and down, I feel like a well-oiled machine. Wet and waiting.

He nudges his cock at my opening and sits it at the entrance, then his fingers get to working in my sex as he begins to pump me there.

“Push back on me,” he whispers, his voice is hoarse, and I know it’s taking all his control to take this slow.

With his hand on my hipbone, he pulls me back onto him as he shows me how he wants me to move. His dick just parting my entrance.

The smart of his ownership runs through me.

Oh… ouch…I drop my head into the mattress.

His fingers that are now pumping me deep in my sex begin to take over, and I want more. I push back a little farther and feel the sting as his tip goes right the way in.

He moans, deep and guttural, and it spurs me on.

I want this to be good for him.

I lift myself back up onto my hands and push back a little further.

He inhales sharply. “That’s it, baby,” he moans, his voice is unrecognizable. “That’s it.”

I push back a little further, and it hurts. “Oh…” I whimper.

“It’s okay.” He leans down and kisses my shoulder. “Take your time, sweetheart.” His fingertips begin to circle over my clitoris, and I shudder. This …this is too much.

To feel his oiled-up fingertips, the ache of my needy sex, his body just inside mine.

So there…but not nearly enough.

His fingers circle and swirl through the oil, and I begin to build.

I’m going to come.

Hard.

I grit my teeth and push back, Sebastian moans as his hands grip my hipbones, he’s grappling for control. “That’s it.” He pushes out as if in pain.

Hearing his guttural voice does something to me, and suddenly, I need this. I need to be taken here. “Fuck me,” I whisper over my shoulder at him.

His eyes darken.

“Sebastian. I said, fuck me,” I demand.

He grips my hipbones in his hands and pushes forward hard, his body slides deep inside mine and searing pain shoots through me as I am speared into the mattress.

Oh…fucking hell.

He stays still to let me acclimatise, he leans over and kisses my shoulder. “Kiss me.” I turn my head, and his lips take mine. His fingertips continue to circle over my clitoris, and I feel the pleasure build. “More,” I moan into his mouth, “I need more.”

He slowly pulls out and slides back in. I smile, grateful that it didn’t hurt as much this time.

“You alright?”

“Yes.”

I push my hips back in a silent invitation, and he hisses as he begins to slowly ride me. Short shallow pumps, and I stare into space as I learn to deal with the new sensation. The lube slaps between us.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispers darkly. “Oh,” he moans. “So fucking good.”

I smile, knowing that dark part of his brain has been activated where there’s no turning back.

His pumps get deeper, thicker and …oh.

My toes curl.

This is good … so good.

What have I been missing?

We get rougher, deeper, and I begin to moan, unable to hold it in. The intensity of this is overwhelming, and I’m almost scared to come. “Sebastian,” I cry out.

He gives it to me, hard and fast, and I lose my head as I claw at the sheets. I scream as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had tears through me.

“Fuck,” he cries as he holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes hard inside of me.

We pant as we fall to the mattress, the waves of pleasure so strong that I shudder uncontrollably. I’m shell-shocked, and he’s kissing me all over as if overwhelmed with love and emotion.

So much devotion.

I open my eyes to find his big brown eyes watching me.

I smile softly.

He bends and nips my shoulder with his teeth, “Fucking hot.” He kisses me. “Can we do that again?”

I giggle as he pulls out of my body, oh… it feels foreign with him gone. I liked him in there. “Not today, naughty husband.” I smile as I hold him. “Not today.”

The scent of the ocean, the heat of the sun, the sheer fantasy of my honeymoon is a dream come true

We lie sunbaking on the deck of the yacht on our second last day in Spain. We’ve had the best week, swimming, shopping and sightseeing all day. Dancing and dining at the most beautiful restaurants and making love all night.

Sebastian speaking Spanish to everyone we meet has literally fried my brain.

I am officially married to the hottest man on Earth.

Pure fucking Heaven.

We’re lying on towels on the deck, and I glance over at Sebastian. He’s holding his hand up and looking at his thick, gold wedding ring. He’s been doing it all week.

I roll over onto my stomach and face him. “What do you think about when you look at your ring?”

He shrugs.

I lean onto my hands. “What?”

“I swore to myself that I would never get married again.”

“And yet, here we are.” I watch him continue to stare at his ring. “Why did we get married, if you were so against it?”

“Because it was you.”

My heart swells.

“And because…” He frowns before cutting himself off.

“What?”

“I want a baby, too.”

I smile over at him in surprise. We both knew that I wanted a child, but I didn’t know he did, too.

He rolls over toward me, he runs his hand up over my arm. “I don’t want you taking the pill anymore. I want to try and start our family straight away.” He leans in and kisses me, his lips brush tenderly against mine. “What do you think?”

I smile and run my fingers through his thick black stubble. “I think we should get to baby-making activities, right now.”

He chuckles and rolls me onto my back, he spreads my legs with his knee. “Already on it.”

We walk down the stairs of the plane and onto the tarmac, the honeymoon is over.

Sebastian takes my hand in his, and we walk through the airport, photographers are here, waiting. Bart released a photo of the two of us yesterday to the press announcing our marriage, and Sebastian wanted to get this over with.

This is their photo op. The quicker they get the first photo of us as husband and wife, the quicker they leave us alone.

Cameras flash, people cry out our names, and Sebastian whisks me through the airport and into the back of the waiting car. It’s a flurry of activity, and the door shuts behind us, and he turns to me.

“Are you ready to start our new life together, Mrs. Garcia?” he asks.

I smile over at my handsome man. “Am I ever.”

Sebastian

Knock, knock.

“Come in!” I call. It’s my first day back at work, and everybody wants something from me.

My head of security walks in. “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Garcia.”

“That’s fine. How can I help you?”

He pauses, choosing his words carefully. “We have a situation downstairs.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Such as?”

“Your… ex-wife is here, demanding to see you.”

I wince. “What?”

“She’s crying. Screaming the place down, actually.”

For fuck’s sake, I know how dramatic she can be. I’ve seen it many times. “Does she know that I’m here?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

I exhale heavily. I may as well get this over with. I can’t say I’m surprised. “Bring her in.”

“Very well, sir.” He leaves, and I let out a deep exhale. I’m not in the mood for this today.

Five minutes later, the door opens, and Helena walks in.

She’s been crying, and my stomach twists. If we were on better terms, I would have called her so that she heard the news from me first.

But we aren’t, so I didn’t.

She sits down at my desk. Her eyes hold mine.

I hold a pen in my hands. Guilt fills me. No matter how much animosity there is between us, regret still lingers when she’s hurt.

“Hello, Helena.”

“You married her?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes well with tears. “How could you?”

I bite my bottom lip to stop myself saying something hurtful. “Helena, I will not have this conversation with you. Our marriage ended seven years ago.”

“She’s no angel,” she whispers angrily.

The hackles on my back rise. How dare she? “What do you mean by that?”

“Don’t act stupid. I know who she is.”

“And who is she?”

“She’s a lying whore.”

“She is nothing of the sort, and watch your fucking mouth. She is my wife.”

“Go to hell.”

A sarcastic smile crosses my face. “Any chance of that ended with our divorce.”

“Are you happy with what you’ve done to me?”

“And what, pray tell, have I done to you?” I fume.

“Taken my name, my money… the life I was supposed to have.”

I smirk at the audacity of this woman. “You’re mistaken. It was you who took my money. I’m now happily married to the love of my life, and you will accept it.” I lose the last of my patience with this woman. “Move the fuck on, Helena, and leave us alone.”

Her cold eyes hold mine. “Last chance, Sebastian.”

“For what?” I smirk. “To understand how pathetic you really are? Too late.”

She takes an envelope out of her bag and passes it over to me.

“What’s this?”

A trace of a smile crosses her face. “Open it and see.”

I open the envelope and pull out an A4 photograph. It’s of April and I in the Escape Club all those years ago. April isn’t looking at the camera, but I can see clearly that it’s her.

My eyes rise to meet Helena’s.

She pauses for effect. “You know… the security system was surprisingly easy to hack.” She smiles sarcastically. “The beloved Prime Minister and his pure wife. The first lady, Mrs. Garcia, the lawyer,” she says quietly. “The dirty whore you paid for sex.”

My stomach drops.

No.

“You have forty-eight hours to hand over ten million pounds, or you and your whore will be exposed to the press.”