Chapter 39
Thirty-Nine
NATASHA
“I don’t think there’s much left in Beverly Hills for anyone else to buy,” I say as we walk into our suite, and I drop my handbag on the entry table. It’s our last night here, and I wanted to be back in time to see the sunset.
Watching the sun sink into the water, the sky shifting from blue to orange and purple, is the most magical thing I’ve ever witnessed. I know that we’ll be back here—as guests; I don’t need to own this resort—but I don’t know when that might be, and I want to enjoy it.
“But did you get everything you wanted?” Julian asks as he follows me inside. All my purchases today will be on the flight to go with us tomorrow. They were taken straight to the plane rather than back here to the hotel.
“I got things I didn’t know I wanted,” I reply with a grin, and let him tug me into his arms, offering my lips up for a kiss.
This trip is exactly what we needed. I’ve never felt closer to Julian than I do now, and it’s absolute bliss.
I’m also a little worried that it might all get ripped out from under me, but I’m choosing to trust him.
To trust us.
“Come on,” he says, taking my hand and leading me out to the balcony.
My hand comes up to cover my mouth as I stare in wonder.
There’s a full table set in the middle, with white plates covered with silver domes. Candles flicker, flowers cover every surface in red, pink, and white. It smells fucking amazing.
Music even plays from hidden speakers.
“Well, who knew you could be this romantic?”
“Literally no one,” he says with a little laugh and wraps his arms around me, pulling my back against his front. “You said you wanted to eat here tonight, so . . . dinner is served.”
He pulls my chair out for me, and when the dome is removed, my mouth waters at the sight of steak and potatoes with roasted vegetables. I’m starving.
Buying out Rodeo Drive will do that to a girl.
“You spoiled me today.”
Julian lifts an eyebrow. “I simply took you shopping.”
“Yeah and bought everything I looked at. You don’t have to do that.”
“I don’t have to do anything at all, Angel. It was fun. I haven’t shopped with you before.”
“It was fun,” I agree. “Thanks for going with me. It would have been boring without you.”
“You’d have your detail with you,” he reminds me, and I tilt my head to the side and stare at him like, really?
He chuckles. “How are you getting along with them, anyway?”
I refused to have Benji and Gary as my personal guards after the way they left me in front of my father’s house that day. Julian didn’t argue with me and assigned Danny and Jeremy as my guards. They’re both strong and big and they never smile.
“I actually like them,” I reply honestly, finishing my steak. “They’re respectful, and they don’t say much, but that’s okay. They’re giant and scary looking, and I feel safe when I can’t be with you.”
Julian nods. “Good. That’s the goal. They’re two of my best men, both trained in hand to hand, excellent marksmen, and they’re smart.”
“If they’re two of your best, maybe you need them elsewhere,” I say after pushing my empty plate aside. “Doing something more important.”
Julian stares at me for a full heartbeat, his brows pulled together, and then he stands and offers me his hand.
“Let’s go get comfortable.”
We sit on the sofa that looks out to the water, and the sky is bright orange right now, reflecting in the ocean.
I love it here.
“Angel, I don’t want Danny and Jeremy assigned to anyone but you. Because you’re the most important assignment I could give them. They understand that if they fuck up and anything happens to you, I’ll have their heads.”
My jaw goes slack at that, and then I scowl up at him. “Julian—”
“Don’t argue with me, Natasha. It’s the way it is. They protect you, with their life if need be, or they die at my hand. I might also remind you that although it’s the most important job, it’s also one they enjoy because you don’t fight them, don’t try to evade them, and you’re kind to them.”
“I’ve had guards all my life.” I shrug a shoulder. “I’m used to it. There’s no reason to be a jerk to guys who are doing their job.”
He brushes my hair behind my ear, and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out . . . my ring.
Except, it’s not my ring. The setting is similar, and I’m pretty sure that’s my diamond, but there are more stones, and it’s set slightly differently.
I frown up at my husband as he turns it so I can see all of it.
“I altered this a bit,” he says casually. “This is still your stone, the eight-carat diamond. But I added pink diamonds on the sides, and it’s in a new setting.”
“Why the new setting?” I ask as he slides it on my finger, and I turn it, admiring the way the light makes it sparkle.
“Because that bitch at the pawn shop touched it. And I wanted you to have something fresh.”
To be honest, I hate that she touched it too.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmur, staring down at it, and then I lean up to kiss him. “Thank you.”
He moves in for another kiss, but I hold up a finger and hurry inside to where my oversize handbag is and pull out the box I’ve been carrying around since Julian left one of the stores to take a call. “I have something for you too.”
I pass him the box with the bow, and he goes very still for a moment.
“It’s a gift,” I say with a nervous smile.
His eyes jump to mine. “You didn’t have—”
“I don’t have to do anything at all,” I reply, echoing his own words, and his eyes narrow. “Just open it. If you hate it—”
“I won’t,” he says as he tugs the bow free and then opens the box, and his lips tip up in a small smile.
“I know you don’t wear cuff links often, but I couldn’t resist.” They’re yellow diamonds surrounded by yellow gold. “When I saw them, I knew you had to have them.”
“Thank you.” He tips my chin up and kisses me softly. “They’re perfect.”
I look back down at my ring. “What made you decide to go with pink diamonds?”
“A few reasons,” he says, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.
“First of all, you look gorgeous in pink. These are Argyle diamonds. The mine in Western Australia closed in 2020, and aside from red and blue diamonds, these are the rarest in the world. Your center stone is what’s called fancy white.
It’s completely colorless and quite rare. ”
“This ring must be worth the same as a small country.”
He smirks at that and then kisses the back of my hand again.
“Maybe.”
“How do you know so much about jewelry?” I ask him.
“This is what I do, Natasha. I’m a gem importer. I deal in extremely rare stones.”
I feel my cheeks heat. “Well, now I feel stupid.”
My husband scowls and cups my cheek. “Why?”
“Because I got you those cuff links because they’re pretty. I have no idea about the clarity or color, or—”
“You did well,” he says, cutting me off. “These are canary diamonds, and without having a scale here to weigh them, I’d say they’re about two carats each.”
I blink at him in surprise. “They’re exactly two each.”
He nods and pulls a jeweler’s loupe out of his pocket.
“You just carry that around with you?”
Julian laughs as he scoops me into his lap and picks up the cuff links. “I had work this morning, remember? I want you to look at them through this.”
I do as he instructs, and he goes into great detail about all the things that make these diamonds an excellent choice, but I’m too busy getting turned on by the deep timbre of his voice and the feel of his arms around me, his lips near my ear.
God, I want him.
“So, you see, you made an excellent decision with these. I’ll wear them often, Angel.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
He sets them aside and then cups my face and captures my lips with his, kissing me in that firm, demanding way that he does, and I sink into him.
But before the kiss can go deeper, I hear a . . . noise.
I pull back and frown, listening.
“I hear something.”
His lips twitch, but he doesn’t stop me as I wiggle out of his lap and move to the railing, listening closer, and then I realize what I’m hearing.
“Yes, please, just like that . . .”
I stretch so I can look down, and holy shit.
“Julian,” I hiss, and he’s already laughing. “Get over here. You have to see this.”
He stands and walks to me, but he doesn’t look over the side of the railing. He brushes my hair away from my neck and leans in to press kisses there, making my skin tingle with awareness.
Was there really a time when I couldn’t bear the thought of him touching me? Because now I can’t live without his hands on me.
“There’s a couple below us,” I say softly.
“Mm-hmm.” He nibbles down my shoulder, pulling my dress out of his way. “What are they doing, baby?”
“Fucking.”
“Describe it to me.”
Oh. Well, that sends a little thrill through me, and I look down again to see a woman bent over, grabbing onto the railing.
“She’s bent over, and he’s going to town on her. Oh! He just spanked her.”
Julian chuckles next to my ear as he lets my dress puddle around my feet, and his fingers dive down the front of my panties. He groans when he finds me already wet.
“You like watching them, don’t you, my dirty little angel?”
I tip my head back against his chest, unable to talk as he sinks those fingers inside me.
“Keep looking down,” he says into my ear, moving those fingers in and out of me, brushing against my walls, over my G-spot perfectly. I follow the order, just in time to see the man turn her around and lay her out on one of the chairs on their balcony.
“They moved.” I swallow hard when his thumb flicks my clit. How am I supposed to talk when he’s doing these delicious things to me? “Now she’s on her back on a chair and he’s, oh God, he’s . . . his face is . . .”
“What? Where’s his face?”
“Between her legs.” My own knees threaten to give out when his fingertips brush over my G-spot. “Oh my God, Julian.”
“Are they naked?” he asks. “Where are her hands?”
I have to swallow thickly before I answer. “They’re naked. And her hands are in his hair, and she’s tugging on him, pulling him closer to her.”
“You do that too,” he murmurs directly into my ear, making me gasp at the gravel in his sexy voice. “You love to pull my face into your greedy little cunt while I feast on you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” God, I’ll never survive his mouth. “He just spun her around again, so he’s fucking her from behind.”
“Mm, good idea.” He rips my panties off my body, and then he’s guiding the tip of his cock—when did he unfasten his pants? I didn’t even hear it—through my sopping-wet slit, making sloppy noises, teasing me.
“Julian, please.”
“What, Natasha? Be my good little slut and use your words.”
“Fuck me.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He slams into me, making me cry out and then slap my hand over my mouth to keep the sounds at bay, but my husband pulls my hand away, twists my arm back and holds it over my low back.
“Don’t you dare keep quiet. I want you to scream my name when you come. I want every fucking soul in this resort to know who you belong to. No one gets to see you but me, but I’ll be fucking damned if I won’t let them all hear you while I wreck this gorgeous pussy.”
Jesus Christ, the things his mouth does to me.
He yanks me back against him with every hard thrust. This isn’t sweet, tender lovemaking.
This is primal, hard fucking, and I love it so much.
I’ve started to shake, my pussy grips onto him, and he growls before biting my shoulder blade.
“Fucking come, Natasha.”
“Julian!” I cry out, not holding back at all as the orgasm washes through me. “Fuck yes, it’s so good.”
“Your pussy was made for me.” He pushes in three more times, and then he’s rocking against me, coming so hard that it spills out around him, coating my inner thighs.
I glance down, and the couple that was fucking are gone. I don’t see anyone.
But I’m quite sure that someone heard us, and I don’t hate the idea of that. In fact, I kind of love it.
At just the thought of it, my pussy spasms around him once more, and he chuckles as he kisses up my neck.
“Come on, my little voyeur, let’s go do that again in the shower.”