Chapter 179: Playing with Fire in Paris
KATE
I ascended the narrow stairs with excitement, feeling a shiver of anticipation run through my body as Nathan held my hand, following me.
On the boat, golden lights illuminated the surroundings, creating a sense of magic and romance. The interior was elegantly decorated with upholstered wooden furniture. But it was nearly impossible to pay attention to anything, with the entire city embracing us and the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
"Will it just be us?" I asked, meeting his gaze.
"And the captain. The chef who prepared our dinner must have already left. So come." He said, pulling me toward the cabin as the boat began to move.
I was simply amazed. The gentle sound of water against the hull accompanied our steps. Nathan led me into the small cabin where a beautiful table was set, complete with candlelight.
"I think you took the meaning of surprise quite seriously," I said as he pulled out the chair for me.
"I have to find a way to keep you entertained since you're tired of me," he leaned in to whisper in my ear as I sat down.
I waited for him to sit.
"I just said that if we stayed in bed, I wouldn't be able to walk."
"It seems you've changed your mind."
"I don't think so."
"No? My apologies, it seemed that way earlier when you begged me to..."
"I was just willing to be a good wife and fulfill my role." I interrupted. "But it seems you've decided to punish your wife during the honeymoon."
"You know you deserve it."
"Great. I hope you learn a lesson."
He smiled wickedly, looking beautiful and sexy like a devil.
"May the best one win then," he said, raising his glass.
"Cheers!" I did the same, smiling, and took a sip of the wine. "It seems that marrying Nathan Ryan means toasting to some kind of competition when we should be toasting to our honeymoon, or marriage, or love," I reflected.
"It's you who's wearing nothing under the dress."
Okay. He had a point.
"Alright, let's leave that behind. Tell me, why not a boat full of tourists?"
"Because I prefer it when we're alone, and now that you're wearing that, I'm grateful for making that choice."
"You know, you haven't changed much, still the same authoritarian jerk, thinking you're my owner."
"I am. Now more than ever," he said, looking into my eyes with an arrogant air.
Damn. It was going to be hard to win the game when hearing him say that kind of thing was enough to make me wet.
We had dinner as we watched the city slowly glide past us. The food was incredible. I felt like I was in a fairy tale. But I knew it wasn't just about the beauty of Paris around us, it was about the man in front of me, the one I was hopelessly in love with.
If someone asked me where else I wanted to be, I'd say anywhere in the world, as long as it was with him.
When we finished eating, Nathan led me to the stern of the boat and embraced me as we admired the nighttime beauty of the city. I was completely fascinated as we passed by various famous locations in the City of Light.
Seeing the Eiffel Tower up close, reflecting all its lights on the waters of the Seine River, left me completely breathless. Nathan seized the moment to kiss me, a kiss that awakened my entire body.
Despite the cold, his closeness kept me warm. And when I leaned against the railing to continue enjoying the view, he took the opportunity to fondle me and press himself against me, making me aware of his arousal.
My body shivered with pleasure. He was hard. His hands possessively glided over my thighs, ribs, and belly as he moved his hips against me and slid his nose along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
Desire pulsed between my legs, begging for him, and I suppressed a moan.
"I don't recall asking you to touch me," I whispered breathlessly.
He wrapped his hand around my neck, lifting my face to meet his gaze.
"I don't need permission to touch what's mine," he whispered back, with a wild look in his eyes.
"Wrong. Unless you're admitting defeat," I raised an eyebrow challengingly.
"Are you sure about that?"
"What?"
"That you want me to make you beg?"
I bit my lip, smiling.
"You're the one grinding against me," I teased.
"Remember what I said about your punishment? Now it's going to be even worse."
"We'll see."
We both smiled challengingly, then a drop of water fell on my face. I stared at the stunning sky.
"Looks like it's going to rain."
The raindrops began to fall harder.
"Damn. In that case, we'll have to head back to the hotel."
"Alright. This has already been more than I could have imagined. Thank you. It was perfect," I stroked his face.
"It's the least I can do for you, Mrs. Ryan. Now let's go before you get sick."
"You're caring, but you also want to punish me. It's getting harder and harder to understand you, Mr. Ryan," I teased as he pulled me toward the cabin.
The journey back to the hotel was torturous because I knew he was aroused, just like I was. The sexual tension in the car grew until it became almost unbearable. So when we arrived at the hotel, I breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as we entered our suite, Nathan went to one of the cabinets and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"Come," he said, passing by me, and heading towards the bedroom.
I followed, even though I didn't understand. He went straight to one of the bathrooms. The larger one.
Leaving the bottle and glasses on the marble edge of the luxurious bathtub in the center of the bathroom, he leaned over to turn on the water. I stood by the door, leaned against the wall, and crossed my arms as I watched him.
Turning back to me, he started loosening his tie. What was he doing? Was he going to take a bath? Next came the jacket, he took it off without breaking eye contact with me. Then it was the turn of the white shirt, and then everything else below. Until he was completely naked in front of me.
Holy shit. He was playing really dirty. Wide-eyed, I tried to find words. The sight of his naked body was enough to drive me crazy and make my mouth water. My eyes roamed over his muscular chest, chiseled abdomen, and strong thighs, before settling on his erection. He was hard.
I groaned inwardly. My nipples were hard, and I was already wet. Turning to grab the bottle and pour the glasses, he gave me a good view of his butt and broad back. So hot.
"Take off your clothes," he said, giving me an authoritative look over his shoulder.
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