Chapter 19
SAVANNAH
The suite is quiet when we get back from dinner, just the soft hum of the city below and the glow of the Eiffel Tower through the windows.
I kick off my heels and sink onto the couch with a satisfied sigh. My feet are killing me, but I feel amazing.
Ledger pours himself a whiskey at the bar, then brings me a sparkling water without me having to ask. He sits beside me, close enough that our legs touch.
“You were incredible tonight,” he says.
“You already told me that in the car.”
“I’m telling you again.” He sets down his glass and turns to face me. “Do you know what you did out there?”
“I talked to some women about their kids and fashion?”
“You did more than that. You found out that Margot’s husband listens to her opinions on business decisions.
You learned that Claire’s family has connections to two other hotel chains we’re competing against. And you got Sophie to admit that her husband is worried about the renovation timeline.
” He’s looking at me like I’m some kind of genius.
“You gathered intelligence without them even realizing it. That’s not just being charming. ”
I feel my cheeks heat. “I was just being friendly.”
“You were being brilliant. And you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
He’s right. I did enjoy it. The conversation, the challenge of reading people, and the satisfaction of learning useful information while making genuine connections.
“Yeah,” I admit. “I did. It was actually fun.”
“Because you’re good at it. You’re a natural.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
My phone buzzes on the coffee table. I glance at it and smile. “It’s Alexi.”
“What does he want?”
I open the text. “He’s asking how Paris is going. And if we’re ‘being gross and in love’ because apparently that’s his biggest concern.”
Ledger laughs and pulls out his own phone. “Let me call him.”
He puts it on speaker, and Alexi answers on the second ring.
“There’s my favorite married couple. How’s Paris?”
“Beautiful,” I say. “We just finished a business dinner.”
“Business dinner.” Alexi snorts. “That’s code for Dad showing off his hot wife to impress French people, isn’t it?”
“Something like that,” Ledger says dryly.
“How are you feeling, Savannah? You know, with the baby and everything?”
It’s sweet that he asks. That he cares.
“I’m good. A little tired, but good.”
“Make sure Dad isn’t working you too hard. He forgets that not everyone has his ridiculous stamina.”
“I’m right here,” Ledger says.
“I know. That’s why I’m telling her in front of you. Accountability.” Alexi’s grin is audible. “Anyway, I just wanted to check in. Make sure you’re both alive and not having some dramatic fight in the City of Love.”
“We’re fine,” I assure him. “Better than fine, actually.”
“Good. Because I’m getting used to having a stepmom, and I’d hate to have to start over with someone new.”
I laugh. “You’re stuck with me, kid.”
“Thank God. Okay, I’ll let you go. Love you both.”
“Love you too,” Ledger says.
After we hang up, I lean against Ledger’s shoulder. “He’s a good kid.”
“He likes you. That means everything to me.”
“I like him too. It’s weird having a stepson who’s practically my age, but he makes it easy.”
“He does.” Ledger kisses the top of my head. “You’re good for both of us.”
We sit in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying being together. Then my eyes drift to the bathroom, and I notice something I missed earlier. “Is that a sauna?”
Ledger follows my gaze through the open bathroom door. “It is.”
“This hotel has everything.”
“It’s one of the best in Paris. Why? Want to try it?”
The idea is suddenly very appealing. Heat and steam, and being alone with my husband after an incredible evening.
“Not while I’m pregnant. We’ll have to come back.”
He smiles. “That can be arranged.”
“A shower does sound nice, though.”
His eyebrow arches. “Right now?”
“Why not?”
I stand and head to the bathroom before he can respond.
The sauna is beautiful, with cedar wood and soft lighting, and the shower boasts a similar spa-like style.
There’s a wide, rainfall shower head, a cedar bench against the wall, and dim romantic lighting.
I turn on the water and let it heat up while I undress.
Ledger appears in the doorway, watching me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.
I drop my dress to the floor and stand there naked. “You coming?”
He’s out of his clothes in record time.
The water is warm when we step into the shower. I sit on the smooth wooden bench, and Ledger sits beside me, his hand resting on my thigh.
We allow the water to fall over us, eyes closed, and within minutes, I can feel my muscles relaxing. Ledger’s body is slick beside me, his tattoos standing out starkly against his skin in the dim light.
“This was a good idea,” he murmurs.
“I have those sometimes.”
He turns to me, and the look in his eyes makes my breath catch. “You have them all the time.”
Then he’s kissing me, his hands sliding up my sides, and I arch into his touch. Under the cascading water, our bodies move against each other in ways that are both familiar and new.
“I’ve been wanting this since the office,” he says against my mouth. “Since you pulled away and said we should wait.”
“I wanted it to be right. To mean something.”
“It always means something.” His mouth moves to my neck, and I gasp. “But this? After tonight? After watching you be incredible? This is everything.”
His mouth finds my breasts, and I’m making sounds I don’t recognize, lost in the sensation of his tongue and teeth and the steam surrounding us.
He backs me against the cool wall, hands branding my slick hips.
His mouth crashes into mine, tongue sliding deep, tasting like whiskey and want.
I moan into him, nails scraping down his chest, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, and he lifts me onto his lap, thighs spread wide over his.
His cock rests hot against my belly, pulsing with every heartbeat.
He doesn’t push inside yet. Instead, he cups my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they ache, until I’m rocking against him, desperate for friction. “Tell me what you want, princess.”
“You,” I breathe, grinding down. “I want my husband to fill me up.”
He growls, low and filthy, and guides the head of his cock to my entrance.
I sink down slow, inch by thick inch, the stretch burning sweet in the humid air.
My head falls back, a broken sound escaping as he bottoms out.
“Feel how your husband owns you,” he rasps, hands gripping my ass, spreading me wider.
I start to move, slow rolls of my hips, savoring every drag. Water drips between my breasts, down my spine. He watches it fall, eyes dark, then leans forward to lick a path from my collarbone to my nipple, sucking hard.
Warm, soothing water is falling around us, making every sensation sharper. I ride him faster, chasing the slow burn building low in my belly.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demands, one hand sliding up to fist my hair.
“You, Ledger,” I gasp, walls fluttering around him. “Fuck, only yours.”
He thrusts up to meet me, slow and deep, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl. His thumb finds my clit, circling lazily, teasing. “Good girl. Milk me dry.”
I whimper, trying to speed up, but he holds my hips still, forcing me to feel every deliberate stroke, thick and relentless inside me. My thighs tremble. My nipples brush his chest with every roll, sparks shooting straight to my core.
Minutes stretch, water pouring over us, our breaths ragged. He keeps me on the edge, never letting me tip over, thumb brushing my clit just enough to make me sob with need. “Please,” I finally beg, voice cracking. “Ledger, please let me come.”
He smiles against my throat, teeth grazing. “Come all over your husband’s cock, princess. Show me how much you love being mine.”
His thumb presses hard, circles viciously, and the world whites out.
I shatter, walls clamping down, a raw scream tearing from my throat as I come undone around him.
My whole body shakes, slick gushing between us, coating his thighs.
He thrusts up once, twice, holding deep, but doesn’t follow.
“Not yet,” he growls against my ear. “I’m wrecking you twice more. ”
He lifts me off his lap like I weigh nothing, cock slipping free with a wet sound that echoes off the shower walls.
My legs are jelly, but he doesn’t let me fall.
He lays me flat on the warm bench, spreads my thighs wide, and just looks.
Water drips from his hair onto my belly. The amber light paints every drop gold.
“Every curve is mine to ruin,” he says, voice gravel and smoke.
His mouth starts at my throat, licking down to my collarbone, then lower, sucking a nipple until I arch off the wood.
He moves down, tongue tracing the soft swell of my stomach, lingering where our baby grows. “This belly is gonna get so round with my kid,” he murmurs, teeth grazing. “And I’m still gonna fuck you raw every night.”
I whimper, fingers tangling in his wet hair. He drags his tongue over my hipbones, bites the inside of my thigh hard enough to bruise, then spreads me open with his thumbs.
Two fingers plunge deep, curling, pumping slowly while his mouth hovers just out of reach. I try to rock up, but he pins my hips.
“Greedy little wife,” he taunts. “You want my tongue or my cock?”
“Both,” I sob. “Please, Ledger.”
He gives me his fingers first, three now, stretching, scissoring, thumb flicking my clit until my back bows and I squirt again, a hot rush that splashes his chest. My vision sparks.
He flips me to my hands and knees before the aftershocks fade. One hand fists my hair, yanking my head back. The other cracks across my ass, sharp and perfect. “Count them, princess.”
One.
Two.
Three.
Each slap louder, hotter, my skin on fire. By five, I’m pushing back, begging for his cock. He lines up and drives in to the hilt, one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs. The bench creaks under us, cedar groaning like it might split.
“Feel me stretch this tight little wife-cunt,” he growls, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit with every stroke. “Made to take my cum.”
I brace on my forearms, tits swaying, water droplets flying. “Harder…”
He obliges, pace punishing, hand sliding around to rub my clit in vicious circles. Pleasure coils tighter, tighter, until I’m sobbing his name.
He yanks me upright, back to his chest, one arm banding under my breasts. “Come for me one more time, baby. Milk your husband dry.”
His fingers pinch my clit, and I explode, screaming, squirting down his cock and balls, walls clamping so hard he curses. He slams deep, hips stuttering, and roars as he unloads, thick, endless pulses flooding me, spilling out around his cock, dripping down my thighs in sticky rivers.
For a moment we simply hold each other, boneless and thoroughly satisfied. Then we shower together, washing away the sweat, and fall into bed wrapped around each other.
We drift off, tangled together in a Paris hotel room, and I know with absolute certainty that I made the right choice.
This is where I belong. With him. In this life. Building something beautiful together.