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by S. E. Lund


  We both drink and I wrap my arm around her shoulder. Together we stand at the window and watch the fading sunlight and the city lights blinking on in the city below our hotel room. We stand like that for a few moments and then I pull her into my arms and kiss her. The kiss is intense and my body warms to her, my dick thickening, my mind going to thoughts of us fucking after the bath is finished.

  India glances around my shoulder.

  "Jon," she says, her voice sounding hesitant. "How much bubble bath did you put in the tub?"

  "I don't know," I reply, frowning. "A couple of big squirts. Why?"

  "Oh my God," she says and puts down her glass of wine before running to the bathroom.

  As I watch, bubbles start frothing from under the door. "What the fuck?"

  "Oh, you put in too much!" She opens the door and a wall of bubbles falls out of the doorway and into the room.

  She pushes her way through the bubbles to the tub and turns off the jets.

  "Holy shit," I say, following her inside. I can barely see her through the white bubbles. We grab towels and start flapping them, trying to burst all the bubbles. For the next five minutes, we flap and slap and flop towels around, until most of the bubbles have been burst and are just faint soapy traces on the carpet and bathroom counter.

  When we're done, we stand and look at each other.

  Then we burst out laughing.

  India's leaning against the counter and I'm standing beside the tub, wiping my eyes.

  "We can still have a bath," I say, and I start to undress. She nods and undresses as well. Soon, we're both naked and we step into the huge oval tub and sit across from each other. The water is warm and fragrant and even without the jets, it's relaxing.

  I take India's foot in my hands and start to massage it, kissing the sole of her foot before sucking on her little toe.

  "Mmm," she murmurs, leaning back, watching me. "That feels a bit kinky. Do you have an unreported foot fetish?"

  "The only fetish I have is for your entire body and mind."

  She smiles coyly. "They're yours."

  I put her foot down and then I crawl on top of her, my arms on either side of her shoulders. I float just above her, my body between her spread thighs, my erection pressing against her belly.

  We kiss and when the kiss is finished, we lie in each other's arms and savor the moment.

  "This is nice," she says, and I nod in agreement.

  "It is," I reply. "Six months ago, who would have thought we'd be here now doing this?"

  "Marina, apparently. And everyone else assumed we already were doing this."

  "I was so angry when she had the nerve to invite an outsider to our team meeting after the convention. And for it to be a date for you, and a totally wrong man for you? I was livid."

  "He was so totally wrong for me," she says, and we both laugh at the memory. "I can't even remember his name, but he told us how great he was. That I do remember."

  "Total pencil-neck. Skinny neck, big head."

  She grins. "As opposed to a small head and thick neck?"

  "Exactly," I say and tense my upper body, trying to make my muscles pop. "In contrast, I have a big head and a big neck."

  She laughs out loud at that. "You do have a big head," she says and presses her groin up against me, wrapping her legs around my hips.

  "I do," I reply and press the head of my erection against her.

  Those are the last words we speak for a while, and our last sounds besides moans of pleasure.

  Later, after we've dried off and are wrapped in the hotel bathrobes, we lie on the king-sized bed and feed each other fruit from the gift basket TechCrunch sent us to welcome us to the conference. She pops a grape in my mouth and I chew, then I hold a chocolate-dipped strawberry out for her to nibble on.

  "Get me one of the candied pineapple pieces," I say and she digs into the basket, searching for the non-existent candied pineapple.

  It's a ruse to get her searching through the bottom of the basket, where I’ve deftly hidden the brilliant five-carat diamond engagement ring.

  "I don't see any candied pineapple," she says, sounding slightly frustrated.

  "Keep digging. I think there's a red box of it."

  She searches, moving items out and pushing aside the stuffing. Then she finds the small red box.

  "Here it is," she says, and frowns. "It's awfully small."

  When she sees the inscription, she realizes what it is.

  "Cartier?" she asks, glancing up at me. "What's this?"

  "Open it," I say, barely able to hold back a grin.

  She does and, of course, inside is the ring. It's a simple solitaire, five carats, flawless.

  "Jon!"

  She stares at the ring, her hand over her mouth. Then she looks in my eyes.

  "Are you serious about this?"

  I nod solemnly. "Yes," I say. I pull her into my arms and we lie together while she continues to stare at the ring. "I've never been more serious in my life."

  Then, because she's continuing to stare at it, I take the box out of her hands and remove the ring. I take her hand and slip the ring on her finger.

  "India, you are the love of my life. I can't imagine not spending the rest of my life with you by my side as my partner, as my lover, as my wife. I love you. Will you marry me?"

  She examines the ring on her finger. Then she looks up at me, her eyes filled with tears.

  "Yes," she whispers, and throws her arms around my neck. "Yes, of course I will. I love you."

  We kiss and, despite the fact that we've both only recently had mutual orgasms, my body and mind can't get enough of her. Less than six months earlier, I was afraid I’d lose her. I couldn't imagine letting her go.

  Now, I never have to.

  THE END

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  About the Author

  S. E. Lund writes erotic, contemporary, new adult and paranormal romance. She lives in a century-old house on a quiet tree lined street in a small city in Western Canada with her family of humans and animals. She dreams of living in a warm climate by the ocean where snow is just a word in a dictionary.

  Other Books by S. E. Lund:

  CONTEMPORARY EROTIC ROMANCE:

  THE UNRESTRAINED SERIES

  The Agreement: Book 1

  The Commitment: Book 2

  Unrestrained: Book 3

  Unbreakable: Book 4

  Forever After: Book 5

  Everlasting: Book 6 (Coming FALL 2017!)

  THE DRAKE SERIES (The Unrestrained Series from Drake’s Point of View)

  Drake Restrained

  Drake Unwound

  Drake Unbound

  THE BRIMSTONE SERIES

  If You Fall: Book One in the Brimstone Series

  Military Romance / Romantic Suspense

  THE BAD BOY SERIES

  Bad Boy Saint: Book 1

  Bad Boy Sinner: Book 2

  Bad Boy Soldier: Book 3

  Bad Boy Savior: Book 4

  PARANORMAL ROMANCE:

  THE DOMINION SERIES

  Dominion: Book 1 in the Dominion Series

  Ascension: Book 2 in the Dominion Series

  Retribution: Book 3 in the Dominion Series

  Resurrection: Book 4 in the Dominion Series

  Redemption: Book 5 in the Dominion Series

  For More Information:

  www.selund.com

  selund2012@gmail.com

 

 

 
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