DIRTY DEAL BONUS SCENE

A sexy, sweet peek at Axel and Nora's happily ever after in action... 

©Mira Lyn Kelly

Axel

Off-Season, Paris

Damn, Nora just did it again. Called me her husband while she explained to the porter about which luggage goes to which room.

Fuck, I love hearing her call me that.

I love that she’s mine.

That she wanted me to be hers. Us to be hers.

 And I even love that she’s figured out the effect that title has on me — yeah, I’m talking south of the belt buckle — and has been dropping the H-word mercilessly since we left for the airport this morning.

I should have chartered a private plane. One of those badass deals with a bedroom. I could have spent all our hours over the Atlantic working those sexy moans I can’t get enough of out of my brand-new wife.

Just then Otto lets out a small cry, reminding me of why my mile high fantasies won’t be coming to fruition… any time in the next eighteen years or so.

Nora cuts off mid-sentence, her curls swinging around her shoulders as she checks on our son where I’ve got him tucked into his titanium stroller.

“He’s fine,” I assure her, rolling the stroller back and forth over a bit of uneven ground. “We’ll feed him when we get up to our room.”

Nora nods with that gorgeous smile and turns back to the conversation she’s having mostly in French with the porter. From behind me, a throat politely clears, and I turn to Meredith, the nanny we hired for afternoons at home and to come with us for our two-week honeymoon in Paris.

She’s laughing lightly. “Or, you know, I could feed Otto. Keep him for a few hours so you guys can get a nap in. A meal. A walk? It’s totally up to you, of course, but since Nora wanted to take care of him for most of the flight over, I figure she may be ready for a break.” And then because she’s gotten to know us pretty well over the last two months, she adds, “Just a little one.”

I like the idea, but I have the feeling Nora’s going to want to make sure Otto is settled first.

I’m not wrong, and even though all the gratuitous husband talk has me wound up like I haven’t been since that night Nora texted, asking what would happen if she came to my room again… when we finally do leave our fed and changed boy with Meredith, I’m able to give my wife my undivided attention.

 “This is not how you carry your wife over the threshold!” she laughs from over my shoulder, one hand wrapped tight around my belt, the other shamelessly grabbing my ass as I key us into our suit.

“I princess carried you over the threshold last night.” And then kissed her senseless while Otto bounced in his stroller like he was cheering for our newlywed status. “Today, you get the caveman treatment.”

Kicking the door closed behind me, I bounce her off my shoulder and into my arms, so I’m holding her by the backs of her thighs. The view of her tits from this vantage is spectacular and I growl giving one a nuzzle before letting her slide down.

 “Mmm… my husband is so savage.”

Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing. Looping her arms around my neck, she asks, “How did I get so lucky?”

I shake my head. I’m the lucky one.

I’ll never forget it. Never take it for granted. Never stop trying to show this woman what she means to me.

And fine, I’ll probably never stop trying to get a rise out of her too.

“Pretty sure it has something to do with that first package you signed for.”

Her mouth drops open, her eyes going wide. “Oh no, you didn’t.”

Damn, I love that hot look in her eyes. “I totally did. Gonna do something about it, Mrs. Erikson?”

One brow arches, and she bites the corner of her lip. “I think I am.”

She kisses me, and even all fired up, all I can taste is the love.

 So. Fucking. Lucky.

Her lips slide against mine, parting as our tongues meet and mesh. I can’t get enough. My hands fist in the thick waves of her hair as I deepen the kiss, taking her soft moans and giving her my rumbling need.

I don’t keep anything from this woman.

“Off,” she breathes against my mouth, her fingers working the buttons free down my shirt.

I break away to reach back and yank my shirt over my head.

Her eyes are hot on my chest and because I know she likes it, I run my hand over my pecks and down my abs. It’s just shy of “bunny” style, or at least I mean to leave it there, but when her teeth sink into that lush bottom lip, I can’t resist and hook one thumb in a belt loop… nudging my pants indecently low.

Yeah, it’s cheap, but when she gives me that hot look? Worth it.

Giving Nora a nod, I tell her, “You too.”

She pulls off her blouse and kicks off her pants, and while she’s

skipping the tease, it’s for the best. I’m about to bust through my fly as it is.

My wife is gorgeous. Beautiful in nothing but my ring and a few scraps of lace.

She steps closer, reaching for my belt and going to work on my fly with an urgency that suggests I wasn’t the only one wound up today. And this time, when our mouths meet it’s with an urgency neither of us resist.

My pants drop and I wrap a hand around her back, pulling her in so she holds tight around my neck and her legs wrap around my waist. Her panties are hot and damp against my shaft, her mouth sweet and wet around my tongue.

I want inside.

I want to be as close as we can get, to feel her coming apart around me.

Rocking into me, she gives up one of those kitten soft, needy sounds and my restraint shreds right there.

In a breath, I’ve got her against the wall, that soaked lace pulled to the side as I line up. I hold her there, suspended a breath away from relief.

“Show me.”

Lips parted, she slips the straps of her bra down and pulls her breasts free from the cups. “Like this?”

I groan again at the sight of her tight nipples. “Exactly like that.”

Brow arched, she strokes her fingers over the swells before pinching the tight peaks.

Holy. Fuck.

I lower her, pushing in a bare inch to tease us both.

She’s tight and slick. Perfect. And when she clenches around me, I bring her down, giving her the rest.

Her breath rushes out as the spread of her sex meets my groin, trapping her clit between us.

“Like that?” I ask through clenched teeth as she pulses around me.

“Exactly… like… that.”

I pull back slowly, all the way to the head and then, just as slowly, push deep again, filling her with everything I have, all my love, over and over again. Harder and faster, until she’s gasping and moaning, her body spasming around every thrust.

 Our eyes meet, and I know she’s close.

Fuck, this is my favorite part.

“Give it to me.” I rock into her one more time, and she’s there, falling over the edge for me as she gasps my name.

Watching her come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and when she breathlessly tells me she loves me, I have to fight my own urge to follow her over. But I’m not done.

“I love you too. Forever.”

 She nods, smiling up at me. I’m about to carry her back to the bedroom where I plan to wring a few more orgasms out of her when I notice the floor-to-ceiling windows and the view of the Eiffel Tower beyond.

“Whoa.” I’d almost forgotten the reason I picked this hotel.



Nora glances toward the windows and turns back to me with a smile that makes my heart skip a damn beat. “That’s incredible… and we’ll take Otto out for some sightseeing later, but right now, the only thing I see is you.”