27. Chapter 27 - Madison
The incessant sound of an alarm rattles my skull. Goddamn hangover . I fumble around on the end table for the source of the alarm. Is it my phone or Diego’s? Regardless, it needs to shut the fuck up . As bad as my head feels, at least I’m not nauseous. The smoothie Diego brought me last night worked wonders. I felt so much better. Right now? Not so much. My head is pounding.
“ Urgh.”
A container of Ibrophen knocks over in my blind attempt at retrieving my phone, followed by the water bottle next to it.
“Ugh!”
Diego’s deep chuckle reverberates next to me. Warm arms embrace me, pulling my back to his front. His lips lower to his new favorite spot over my tattoo.
“I woke up thinking we had some sort of creature in here…” His morning rasp sends shivers down my spine. “Turns out, it’s the deadliest of them all. My gorgeous wife with a hangover.”
He chuckles again, leaning over me to shut the alarm. In his retreat, he grabs the ibuprofen and water bottle.
I sit up and he mirrors me, leaning back against the headboard. My sweet husband empties two blue pills into the palm of his hand and removes the cap from the water bottle.
“Open,” he demands.
Getting used to him taking care of me, I oblige. He places the pills on my tongue and raises the water bottle to my lips. I cover his hand with mine, still struggling to let go of my need for control.
I swallow the water and pills, lowering the water bottle. “Thank you.”
His smile broadens as he releases the bottle to recap it before placing it between us on the comforter.
“Any chance you’ll tell me what the surprise is?”
I angle my body to face him as his hand comes up to cup my face. “Nope,” I say, popping the P.
“Brat.” He taps my nose with his index finger before placing a chaste kiss to my lips. Lucky me, gets the best visual of his beautiful backside as he rises from the bed. This delicious beast of a man knows I’m staring. Muscles and tendons ripple as he stretches his arms above his head. The Kraken tattoo comes alive as he moves, turning me on even more. Mmm . I take a quick glance at my phone: 7:45 AM.
Dammit . No time for a quickie.
“Your hair is gorgeous! You look like some warrior princess or a dragon slayer,” the stylist doing my hair gushes.
“Right? My Matron of Honor is not only hot but she’s a total badass,” Lexi chimes in from her chair next to me.
They are curling her freshly highlighted blonde hair into delicate waves. A makeup artist is applying lashes, wrapping up her sultry look. Damn, she looks phenomenal!
“Mad, this was such a good idea! The men are going to lose their minds over these raunchy books,” she says appreciatively, taking a sip of her coffee.
Thank God we had quad espressos delivered to the room along with some greasy New York style egg sandwiches.
Ironically, we are only a few doors down from the master bedroom, not having to have gone very far. Diego is none the wiser. I slipped out while he was showering. It’s not like he can’t get the information of my whereabouts. It’s his home. However, I do think we’ve reached a point in our relationship… marriage …where if I ask for trust or boundaries, he respects them.
And I love that about him.
“It’s so good to see you again, Madison,” Rebbeca sing-songs, entering the room with her assistant behind her.
“I hear we have a bride in the house?” Ellie smiles sweetly at Lexi. “Congratulations.”
“ Ohmaaagod , Madison. You flew these two here for me?” Lexi claps her hands together like a child on Christmas morning.
“I did, they are the best in the business.”
The ladies blush as they approach us, opening up two large suitcases filled to the brim with gorgeous, delicate lingerie. I crane my neck to take a look at the pieces they are setting up on the bed. Some are just straps of black lace, leaving little to the imagination. One set in particular catches my eye. A black satin bow top that barely covers your nipples along with a mesh and lace thong.
My makeup artist spins my head back around to finish. Stepping back to admire his work, he shifts to the right so that I can take a look at myself in the mirror.
“Oh, wow .” My eyes widen in delight at my own reflection. I look fucking hot.
“Alright ladies, the photographer is ready for the bathtub pictures. We’ll start with the nude shoot now. That way, the makeup artists can add body shimmer and oil for the other shots you’ll take on the bed and around the room,” the photographer’s assistant states, holding her clipboard out in front of her.
“Have you done a boudoir shoot before?” Phil the photographer asks the two of us as he messes with the settings of his camera.
“Can’t say I have…” Lexi trails off, clinging to the tie of her bathrobe. She’s up first. The nerves are trickling in.
“No. This would be my first time taking pictures…em… in the nude,” I confirm.
“Well, no worries. I bat for the other team, so as gorgeous and stunning as you ladies are, you’re not quite my type. My husband and I have been happily married for twelve years now. I can promise you this…These pictures will make your men go absolutely feral. I remember my first boudoir shoot…” He winks, hitting play on the bedside speaker.
Dirty Talk by Wynter Gordon starts playing and immediately Lexi and I look at each other.
Let the fun begin!
Nervousness? Gone. Shyness? See ya later.
“Perfect…like that. Arch your back a bit more… I need to see titties and perky nipples playing peekaboo with me through the bubbles. YES! Stay right there. Tilt your head a bit towards me… yes, don’t move. Give me your bedroom eyes… excellent . Bite that lip and don’t you move!” Phil has brought his A game.
I have never felt more proud of my own body than I do now. I feel sexy, confident, and beyond excited for Diego to see these. I’m even more excited for what happens after he sees these.
“Okay, let’s grab a towel. Someone please help Madison out of the tub.” Phil snaps his fingers at his assistant, as she is the only other person in the room with Lexi and I.
A warm fluffy towel is wrapped around my body as I exit the bath. Phil places a hand at the small of my back, navigating me over to the sink. He picks up a brand new tooth brush and hands it to me. A makeup artist shuffles over to add oil and highlighter to my skin with a spray bottle.
“Lean over the counter. I want you to brush your teeth while looking in the mirror.” He tosses a few curls of mine over my bare shoulder. I position myself so my cleavage presses firmly against the knot in the towel there. Really getting into it, I flutter my eyelashes and loosen my eyelids, giving the visual I just woke up.
“Madison! You are a natural, sweetheart. Work that toothbrush!” Phil praises.
Lexi giggles from the threshold of the door. She already did this part, except she did it in a satin white lingerie set and a short 1950s veil. What a stunning bride she is.
“Such a natural. That’s the money shot right there. I only needed one! Incredible . You are incredible. Let’s move on to the window.” Phil claps his hands in excitement, putting a little pep in my step.
I pad over to the sheer curtains. Phil’s assistant lifts it and I slide in behind it.
“Drop it like it’s hot,” Phil sings in regards to my towel.
I crack up, as does Lexi. The assistant collects it and walks back towards her boss.
“Sit your ass at the edge of the windowsill. I want one hand beside you gripping the edge…arch that back. Yes . Now, let your hair cascade down your back, lift that chin, and spread those legs slightly. Just enough to give me a tiny show. Exactly, Madison. Close your eyes and stay like that,” he directs, snapping pictures.
A knock sounds at the door, making my eyes pop open.
“ Madison . Are you in there?” Diego’s voice carries over the music, a tinge of irritation in it.
I brush the curtain back. The assistant hands me my bathrobe and I don it promptly. When I reach the door, I crack it open a hair.
“Hi.”
Diego cranes his neck to see over me, but I shut the door even further.
“Was someone telling you to spread your gorgeous legs?” There is humor in his voice, not jealousy. Maybe a hint of playful curiosity.
Which is a relief.
“Uhhh… yeah. But it’s not what you think. It’s the surprise I was talking about. You trust me, right?” I bite my lower lip as my false eyelashes flutter while looking up at him.
His hand reaches out through the crack in the door to cup my face. “I do. You look beautiful. How’s the head?” he asks as his thumb rubs a path over my cheek.
“ Much better. The pain relievers and quad espresso really helped.” I smile, leaning into his touch.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just so happened to be heading to my office when I heard someone tell you to spread your legs…” He smirks.
“I would have bust the door down if roles were reversed. I’m impressed with your self-control,” I laugh.
“There wasn’t much. Trust me, I wanted to. But marriages are about trust. After you confessed your love for me last night, I realized I’ve got nothing to worry about.” He shoots me a wink, sending butterflies straight to my core.
Raising up on my tip toes, my lips claim his. It takes everything in me to break off this kiss. Fuck . I’m so turned on right now…
“Remember, we are all meeting for lunch poolside today,” I remind him.
“I’ll be there, baby.” He knocks twice on the molding of the door before walking down the hallway towards his office.
“Wait!” I shout down the hallway. He spins on his heel. “Do you need your office or can you do your work from somewhere else?”
A dark eyebrow raises in question. “I don’t need it. Why?”
“I need to borrow it.”
“What’s mine is yours, Mariposita . Have at it.” He shakes his head, amused. Those perfect straight teeth bite down on his lip as he strides past me, whistling as he goes.
The door closes with a click . I spin around and lean against it, looking up at Phil. “I want to wear that…” I point to the black bowtie lingerie Rebbeca had laid out earlier. “On his desk.”
“Girl, you can have my job. I am no longer worthy…” he jokes, retrieving the set and tossing it at me. “Get dressed.”