Tempt Me (Tattoos and Temptation #1) - Mia Monroe Page 0,63
there’s still more.”
“What could I want? I have my brother, my parents, a wonderful job, great friends, my dream man. What else is there?”
“A wedding. Pets. Maybe some babies.” I kiss his nose as he stares at me with wide eyes. “Someday.”
“You want to have babies with me?”
“I want everything with you, Felix. Everything. Whatever your heart desires. Your dreams are mine.”
He shakes his head. “You are an amazing man. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Felix. More than I can express with words.”
He smiles. “I like words, but I like actions too, and you give me lots of those. I experience your love every day.”
“Good. Want to go to bed and experience some more?”
Felix giggles. “I do.”
Epilogue
Sweet Dreams are Made of This
Apollo
Two years later.
* * *
“Wake up, lover,” Felix’s sweet voice pulls me awake.
I open my eyes to see his smiling face. “I prefer to be called husband now.”
Felix laughs softly. “Bonjour, mon mari, monsieur Onassis-Marchand.”
“Damn, that sounds hot.” I lift his left hand, gazing at the beautiful diamond on his ring finger. “We did it.”
“Yes, we did. It was a beautiful day. Another fantasy checked off the list.”
“Mm,” I murmur, pulling him close. “What fantasies do you have about Paris and me?”
“I would love to be fucked at the top of the Eiffel, but I am certain that is illegal.”
I laugh. “Probably.” I study his face, searching his pretty eyes. “Anything legal?”
“So many things, amour. Sitting in a park eating croissants and drinking wine with you. Holding hands as we stroll the Champs-Élysées. Shopping for our friends and family. Kissing in all the romantic places.”
“All of that sounds nice.”
“But the biggest one is making love to my husband. After two years, I am sometimes still surprised to open my eyes and see you there. I am so grateful it is true.”
“Very true. Do you want to eat first? Then we can take a bath and inaugurate this bed.”
Felix laughs. “Perfect.”
We order room service, a sampling of omelets, quiches, fresh fruit, croissants, and mimosas. It’s decadent, but perfect for the morning after our wedding. Both of us were too busy and excited to eat much yesterday. Personally, I was so tied up in this man, my basic needs went unnoticed. He was stunning. Even more than he usually is.
After gorging ourselves, I make us a bath and the two of us soak for a while, limbs tangled together.
“It’s funny,” Felix begins. “My fantasy of you never went this far. Even when I let my imagination run wild, it wouldn’t let me dream of marrying you. Falling in love, yes. Making love, oh yes. But to hear you say, ‘I do’ and promise eternity, no. You have made everything so much better, Apollo.” He twists his face up, so he can meet my eyes. “I love you so much it feels impossible. How does a heart have this much ability? How does it hold it all? Maybe that is why I feel like I am spilling over all the time. My heart was big, but you filled it to the brim.”
I brush my thumb across his cheek. “Felix, my sweet, beautiful husband. I never had fantasies. I was uninspired in romance before I met you. I dated as a means to an end. I just assumed it was always going to be like that. I would see our friends so clearly in love and think, why can't I have that? Then one day, you reentered my world. Now, I don’t need fantasies. My real life is way better. You blow me away, Felix.”
He smiles, flipping around so that his chest is pressed to mine. Without words, he moves up and down, kissing me on each up stroke, and taking this bath from sweet and romantic to fire in mere seconds. I grip his arms, pulling him up so I can taste his mouth, and we kiss and rub together until Felix moans. I follow him a few seconds later, the release of tension settling over me like a nice blanket.
“Shall we go see Paris?” Felix asks after we’re quiet for a few minutes.
“Yes. The city awaits.”
Hours later, we’ve gone to a lot of places Felix wanted to show me. I knew Paris was a beautiful city, but I didn’t know it was this stunning. It’s almost magical. It’s a cool day, so I cuddle up behind my husband, wrapping my arms around him as we stand on the Eiffel tower, overlooking Paris. The air is misty, making it