Bonus Chapter: Sex, Suites and Proposals (I)

Leonel

1 MONTH LATER

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I pull Ava’s light box to the front of our hotel room and frown. It feels nearly empty.

How does she have almost nothing in her box for a two-week trip? My hand would have almost snapped off from the effort of pulling Madison’s box.

“You need more stuff.” I huff, looking back at Ava.

She pulls off her sunglasses and does a small frown that tugs my heart. I’ll never get tired of watching her.

“I brought more than enough things, Leonel.” She insists.

I lift her box over my head with no effort, “Really?”

“Okay, maybe I did pack a little light.” She mumbles, “But this is my first international trip. I didn’t know how much to take.”

Fuck, I always forget what her life was like before we met.

I drop her box and walk to her, sliding my arms around her waist, “I’ll get you so much shit you’ll need a plane to carry your things back to New York.”

She laughs, and my dick twitches at the sound.

I’ve always been turned on by Ava, but recently it has become maddening. I can barely look at her without imagining bending her over and shoving her panties aside, sliding into her slowly.

I almost groan at the thought of my thrusts slapping against her ass, drawing out desperate noises from her while she clutches the counter.

Like she can hear my thoughts, her hands tighten around my neck, and I’m surprised she doesn't pull away.

“I can feel how hard you are,” she whispers.

“Then do something about it,” I mumble back before I can stop myself.

I’m about to apologise for being out of line, but Ava’s hands slide down, stopping right above my ass.

I almost groan from the friction of my cock against my pants.

“I can-”

“NO!” Oliver’s screech makes me jump back, “NO, NO. NO. DO NOT HAVE SEX IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW!”

“Jesus Christ Oliver, relax,” Ava says, sliding her hand around my waist as I pull her closer.

He appears with disgusted golden eyes and a scrunched nose. Trust Oliver Carter to always interrupt passionate moments between Ava and me.

“Relax? Relax?! I am proposing to the love of my life in 5 hours. I will not have you guys ruin that with your insane sex life.”

I scoff, “Our sex life is not insane.”

“Not yet.” Ava mumbles.

I snap my head at her, shocked.

Ava just smiles coyly at me. My dick pushes against my pants so hard I’m afraid it’ll break the zipper.

“Oh spare me your bullshit Sinclairs.” Oliver snarls. He jabs me in the chest, “If any of you mess this up, I’ll… I’ll…”

The door beside ours clicks open, and Evelyn pops her blonde head out, “Oliver, stop acting like I don't know you're proposing to me and come here. The Jacuzzi has been heating for 10 minutes.”

His face brightens, “Coming, Eve love.”

He turns around like we no longer exist, a moth drawn to Evelyn’s flame, and before I can blink, he’s in their room. The door only opens again so he can put a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the handle.

I gag. Imagine his audacity to tell me my sex life is crazy?

“Those two need to get a room.”

“That is their room, baby.” Ava reminds me.

“Yeah, well they need one far away from us.”

Ava giggles, and the sound gets me higher than any amount of cocaine ever would.

I turn back to her, a stupid grin already on my face before I can help it, “Ready to see our room? You’ll love it.”

“Yes please.” She smiles back at me, “I want to nap before having to watch Oliver propose later.”

“I agree. Knowing him, this isn't going to be any normal proposal.”

She throws her head of short red hair back and laughs again. I’ve never believed I’m going to heaven, but I think hearing Ava laugh is close enough.

I swipe my card and unlock the door, pulling my woman into the honeymoon suite.

Her gasp is all the confirmation I need that I picked the best fucking room for us.

She runs her fingers reverently along the large paintings on the walls, and I smile gently at the reminder of how much she loves art.

“Oh my God.” She gasps, “This living room!”

She dashes towards the chairs, feet thudding on the wooden floor, and falls onto the enormous plush carpet, surrounded by decorative chairs, with a large balcony overlooking them.

Her happiness makes me giddy. I slide against the floor, coming right beside her and sinking into the cloud-like carpet.

The only thing more comfortable than this is the warmth of her body beside mine, her strawberry scent enveloping me. We stare up at the massive chandelier, and I can see her slim frame reflected in it.

“Do you like it?” I ask gently.

“You know I do,” she replies softly, turning and putting her face in my shoulder, “the only thing I love more than it is you.”

My heart pounds from how her simple touch has me daydreaming of kissing her. I wrap my arms around her tiny waist, enjoying the electric feel of her body on mine.

“I don't know Ava, I think I may love the room even more than you.” I breathe by her ear.

She muzzles closer. God, I think I might die.

“Shut up,” she whispers too lovingly, “I want to see the bedroom.”

I suck in a sharp breath.

Bedroom. Alone. Just the two of us.

If I don’t devour her there my dick may probably explode.

But I nod, and when she pulls me up, I let her.

How am I going to say no to the love of my life?