Fulfillment (Book 3 in The Temptation Series) (46 page)

The duet
started playing “Bella Notte” again, this time a little more
pronounced. The heightened sound of the accordion and the large
plate in front of us—which we were about to share—made me
giggle.

“You don’t
miss a thing, do you? Although if my memory serves me correctly,
Butch passed Lady a meatball with his nose.”

Bryce leaned
forward with a playful grin and poked his nose into the plate,
nudging a meatball in my direction. I couldn’t help but burst into
laughter, not only from his daring move, but also due to the fact
he now had bolognaise sauce on the tip of nose.

I leaned
forward and licked it off, then quickly patted his nose dry with my
napkin. “Why thank you, kind sir.”

I kept
laughing as I picked up a piece of spaghetti giving him one end
while I took the other. Then, just like the movie, we both started
sucking it in, grinning at each other as our mouths moved closer to
one another’s. When the spaghetti disappeared, our lips were
touching, massaging, kissing while we both swallowed our halves of
the noodle. I thanked him with a flick of my tongue then sat back
down in my seat.

Forking some
spaghetti into my mouth, I figured I’d be just as daring as he was
and slurp up a long noodle like Lady had in the movie, forgetting
that the sauce would flick all over the place. My natural instinct
had me closing my eyes to avoid the spiralling sauce from entering
them.

After I’d
finished my marathon slurp, I opened one eye and spotted Bryce
sitting still, his chest heaving, and his expression mixed with
want and something else.

“Fuck it, I
can’t wait any longer. You are just too fucking adorable and sexy,
and I’m not waiting anymore.” he stood up quickly, startling me,
just as it started to rain.
Oh, God! We can’t have sex here. Can
we?

“Oh no,” I
said, looking up into the droplets now falling all around me and
thinking he was about to have his wicked way with me on this very
spot.

Bryce walked
around to my side of the table, and just as I was about to get up
and out of the rain, he bent down on one knee before me. “Alexis,
from the moment I first laid eyes on you my heart held a secret, a
secret I later found out to be true love. You ensnare me completely
with your beauty, your wit, your humour and your kindness. And you
wake in me every single emotion that I hold. Hunny, I don’t want to
live another day without you, I don’t want to take another breath
without you, and I don’t want to wait another second to ask you to
become my wife.”

I watched him
through drenched eyes and cheeks reach inside his jacket pocket and
pull out a small velvet box. My breath caught and my heart became
motionless within my chest as the heavens opened and showered rain
down upon us.

He opened the
lid of the box, revealing a diamond ring.
Holy,
f...f...f...fuck!
I was stunned beyond all imagination, seeing
a huge twinkling chunk of diamond before me.

He looked up
into my eyes, sincerity saturating his handsome face together with
droplets of rain. “Alexis Elizabeth Summers, will you marry
me?”

My mouth was
open as I stared from his face to the ring and back to his face
again, warm tears streaking down my cheeks mixing perfectly with
the cool of the rain.

“Yes,” I said,
barely able to speak. Then, as if reality just up and smacked me in
the face, I started nodding profusely. “Yes. Yes. Yes, Bryce. I
will marry you.”

He slid the
ring onto my finger, then kissed my soaked hand. I grabbed his face
and leaned into him, pressing my mouth to his like I had so many
times before, except this time it felt indescribable. The passion,
the love, the lust and resolution poured out of us both through
hands, mouths, lips, and tongues.

He stood up
and, as if I were a feather, picked me up and held me to him, not
separating his mouth from mine, not even the slightest bit.

I wrapped my
legs around his waist, securing our bodies together and feeling the
wet soggy clothing between us. The cool from the rain, together
with the heat from our passion, hardened my nipples and left me
panting with pleasure.

He gripped my
arse ferociously as he lapped deliciously at my mouth, then my
neck, then chest and the top of my breasts.

“Bryce,” I
said breathlessly. “Our meatballs are getting wet.”

“Fuck the
meatballs,” he groaned as he carried me back down the alleyway
toward the scooter, the duet still happily playing “Bella Notte” in
the rain.

***

The ride back
to the hotel was both exciting and downright scary. My adrenalin
was sky high, but the wet slippery roads together with European
crazy drivers had me on edge. I clung tightly to Bryce out of fear
and infinite overflowing love.

He led me
hastily through the lobby, both of us leaving a wet trail behind
us, and when we were in the elevator cart and the doors closed
giving us privacy, the hungry desperation returned.

He lifted me
up again, placing my arse on the railing that bordered the elevator
walls. I let my hands find his hair, his face, his back and his
arms, touching as much of him as I could touch. He tore my shirt
apart exposing my damp chest, and not waiting any longer than he
saw fit, wrenched my bra down and took my perked nipple into his
mouth.

We both
groaned in succession our lustful need spilling out of us at a
rapid pace.

“Mmm, you’re
mine,” he growled, as he greedily swapped from one breast to the
other.

I threw my
head back in pleasure. “I’ve been yours for a while, Bryce.”

“I can’t
fucking wait to make you my wife.”

“I can’t
fucking wait to be your wife,” I breathed, as I took his tongue
back into my mouth.

The elevator
dinged and the doors opened to reveal our suite. Carrying me
inside, he headed straight for the lounge, or more precisely, the
open fire. We continued to kiss each other feverishly and
desperately as if our mouths knew nothing else, all the while
frantically peeling our wet clothes from one another.

Bryce set me
on my feet then dropped to his knees, lifting my leg onto his
lap.

“I like you on
your knees. So far only great things have come from your mouth
while on your knees,” I lovingly admitted, as I looked at my ring
then back at him, my eyebrows rising with a smile.

He smirked
devilishly at me as he unzipped my boot and removed it then
switched legs and did the same with the other. As he unbuttoned my
jeans and stripped them from my body—together with my G-string—I
quivered with excitement. His tongue slowly made its journey up my
leg, finding my pussy wet with desire, desire for him; desire for
my fiancé.
Holy fuckaroo, Bryce Clark is my fiancé.

“You are my
fiancé,” I exclaimed, my voice sounding like I had only just let it
sink in.

He flicked his
tongue across my clit then paused. “Yes, I am.”

“We are
getting married,” I exclaimed again.

“Yes,” he
mumbled against my clitoris before inserting his finger.

The feeling of
fulfillment nearly had me buckling at the knees, so much so that I
stumbled back against the large floor to ceiling window. Bryce
stood up and faced me, pressing me against the thick glass panel
with his warm hard body while the Italian winter air kissed the
window with its ferocious chill, shocking my skin at its icy feel.
I gasped.

Reaching down,
he wrapped one arm underneath my arse, lifting me against him while
the other hand stayed pressed against the glass pane. I opened
myself to him, his erect head not needing any guidance into my
pussy. He was hard, full and ready to be pumped.

He slammed
into me with intense fervour, then pulled out and repeated the
motion. At first I thought his enthusiasm was too much for the
window, but the sheer carnality of his actions had me forgetting my
surroundings, instead focussing on him and him only.

Bryce pounded
me against the window over and over until I was screaming out his
name and digging my teeth into his shoulder. Then, barely
recovering from my orgasm, he pulled out and spun me around,
forcing me to splay my hands against the glass. I watched his
reflection in the rain streaked window as he slid his arm
underneath my waist, compelling me to lean forward and spread wide
for him. I found the strength to get up on my tip-toes enough for
him to bend only slightly and drive back in to me.

The feeling of
fullness I experienced weakened my stance, causing my head to drop
and my hands to lose their grip against the glass.

“I’ve got
you,” he said softly, yet with dominance so profound that I knew he
did have me; he had me entirely.

I lifted my
head to resume watching his magnificent reflection, a reflection of
a body that I would get to admire forever. I greedily took in his
flexing muscles as he increased his rhythm, together with
increasing another orgasm within me. His thrusts became rapid, then
deep, strong, slow and hard, stripping me of any vigour I had
left.

He growled
with such intensity as he came, strong and deep within me, leaving
me limp and pretty much suspended across his arm.

He pressed a
kiss to my shoulder then shifted me so that he could scoop me
up.

“So, was that
a good first date?”

His cocky tone
hung playfully in the air. I giggled as I closed my eyes and leaned
into his chest.

“It was
alright,” I teasingly answered as he walked us to the bedroom. “You
weren’t kidding though when you said we were going to ‘fuck like
crazy’ after going out for dinner, were you?”

“No, and I
wasn’t kidding when I said I was going to eat breakfast off your
naked body.”

“Mmmm,” I
mumbled, as my mind caught up to my body, shutting down and taking
a well earned rest.

***

The following
morning I woke to the aroma of coffee and Bryce eating Fette
Biscottate off of my stomach.

“Good morning,
my beautiful fiancé. Sleep well?” he asked, as he licked a crumb
from around my navel.

I squirmed at
the ticklish feel. “Good morning, my handsome fiancé. Yes, I slept
perfectly thanks to you.”

He pulled
himself up closer to my head, poking the breakfast bread into my
mouth. I bit down, finding that I was very hungry after only eating
a few bites of dinner the night before.

Snatching it
from his hand, I took another bite. “Yum, this is delicious.”

I could see
his face start to break into a cute little protest when his phone
started ringing.

He rolled over
and picked it up from the bedside table. “Good morning, Lucy,” he
answered with a smirk. I cuddled into his chest so that I could
hear her through the phone’s speaker.

“So,” she said
impatiently. “Did you ask her?”

“Yes,” he
answered, keeping his emotions flat, not giving anything away.

“And?” she
said, her impatience wearing thin.

“I said yes,”
I yelled up at the phone.

The next thing
I heard was her squealing through the speaker. Bryce frustratingly
removed it from his ear, all the while smiling at his sister’s
happy reaction.

“Congratulations,” she sang, happily.

“Thanks,” we
answered simultaneously.

“Okay, I won’t
keep you. I just wanted to know if my brother had manned up or
chickened out. Go back to celebrating.” She blew a kiss into the
phone then hung up.

He put it back
down and pulled me on top of him.

Sitting naked,
straddling his glorious hips, I sighed. “Can we just send out an
email and tell everyone?”

“No, that’s
boring,” he said as he kneaded both my breasts in his hands. “And
anyway, your dad already knows. I had to get his permission
first.”

My eyes
widened at the knowledge he had been planning this for a while.
“When did you ask my dad?”

He squeezed my
tender flesh meticulously. “Christmas Day.”

I
automatically lifted my arms and twisted my long hair into a bun
holding it up on my head then thought back to Christmas Day and the
sight of him and my dad leaving his office. “Mmmm, you’re sneaky,”
I purred. “Okay, how about we text everybody with emoticons
instead?”

He rolled both
my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. “No, that’s still not
good enough.”

I closed my
eyes and began to rub my pussy against his expanding cock. “Good
old fashioned letter?” I suggested, hopefully.

“I was
thinking more along the lines of hiring a sky writer, or making a
guest appearance on a morning television show.”

My eyes shot
open. “You wouldn’t?”

He grabbed me
and wrestled me to the bed. “I would.”

***

After another
mind-blowing orgasm, a skinny latte, and some more Fette
Biscottate, Bryce headed out to oversee the progress of
construction work of the new Clark Incorporated Hotel.

I was beaming,
cheerful, and joyously happy. I kept glancing at my ring in
wonderment, now in a position to cognitively take in its
brilliance. It was a large, square halo-cut diamond—large probably
being an understatement—set amongst 25 smaller diamonds, with
another 15 smaller diamonds on the band on either side.
Yes, I
counted them, all 56 of them.

Bryce had said
he was going to be out for an hour or so, so I decided rather than
waste a beautiful day, I would go for a walk along the main
street.

The streets of
Rome were beautiful and full of character, the buildings graced
with tradition and the cobblestone roads full of charm. I was
deliriously happy as I skipped along the path.
Did I just skip?
Oh my God, I think I just actually skipped.

I’d stopped
myself momentarily, questioning my sanity when I noticed I was in
front of a pharmacy. My mind went straight to the strong
possibility that I could be pregnant, but did I want to find out
now...today? I stared at the shop front and bit down on my thumb
nail, a smile blossoming across my face. Yes, I did want to find
out today, because even if the test were to be negative, nothing
could possibly ruin my happy spirits.