The lights of Paris are twinkling and sparkling outside of our hotel room. Daniel is fussing around behind me, getting our luggage organized and laid out in our massive suite. This is not the kind of room I expected us to have on our honeymoon at all, but it was a wedding gift from the production company that made Wild Love and we weren’t about to say no.

After we got back from Mexico, we called Carrie and let her know her about our plans. The first thing she did was start setting up arrangements for everyone to meet in LA so we could film a reunion show. Two weeks later, we were in a studio with all of the guys, including Grill, Darius, and our little mutt Maya. It was a show that couldn’t be called uneventful; it culminated in Grill apologizing at length for his behavior, apparently under strict orders to do so from his publicity staff. Then, just before the credits rolled, Daniel and I announced that we would be getting married, to rapturous applause from a clueless audience, who were only there to pretend to be excited. However, the guys, Carrie, and Darius, were genuinely excited for us, and we invited all of them to our small wedding in San Francisco a month later.

The wedding was tiny, and beautiful, and took place at one of the most exclusive bay-view restaurants in San Francisco. Less than a hundred people were in attendance, and we stayed there drinking and eating and laughing until almost sunrise. It was one of the best nights of my life, for a number of reasons; not the least of which was that I was finally married to my one true love.

Even as I stand here overlooking the glittering streets of Paris below us, I can’t believe I went on a silly dating show and found the love of my life. I can’t believe the love of my life was a man who had been there all along. I spent my whole life running from the memory of Daniel and what he meant to me, only to end up back in his arms again, and it’s more perfect than I ever could have imagined.

We are together, just the way it was always meant to be. As I watch people bustling outside of our window, and smell the delicious scents of the city wafting up to us, I feel Daniel’s arms wrap around my waist. I lean my head back against his chest. He rocks our bodies from side to side as we stand, quietly watching the scene.

“So, what do you have planned for us tonight, Mrs. Levinson?”

I turn in his arms, resting my hands on his shoulders. His hair is still damp and spiky from his shower. All thoughts of exploring Paris at night or wandering by the waterfront fade away from my mind.

“Well, Mr. Levinson, I was thinking that we could christen this hotel room bed before we head out.”

Daniel grins as he brings his lips to mine for a kiss. The kiss is lazy and slow at first, but then it turns into something ravenous and all consuming. Our kisses may start off gentle and tender, but they always end up hard and pounding. Lips pulling and probing, tongues dueling and dancing along with each other. We have nothing to fear anymore, no need to hide away from the cameras, careful to ensure that the microphones aren’t turned on us. We’re free. Touching and kissing in corners where Carrie or the camera men could not see was a thing of the past.

Daniel picks me up and tosses me playfully onto the enormous, overly decorated bed. The mattress is incredibly soft, and I sink slightly as I land on the satin sheets. “Mr. Levinson!” I protest in fake indignation. He laughs as he crawls on top of me, kissing me all over my face and neck friskily. Sprinkles of cold water from his hair land all over my t-shirt, dampening it.

“Wait, wait!” I say, and he reluctantly pauses. “I haven’t had a chance to freshen up yet, I’m still in my travel sweats.”

“Well, I can help you with that!” Daniel grabs the elastic waist of my favorite sweatpants, and shimmies them over my butt and down my legs before throwing them into the corner. I laugh in response. I can’t believe I get to spend my whole life with someone who will always crave me as much as he does.

Daniel leans back in to kiss me again. “Better?” he asks?

“Nope,” I reply. “You’ve got my shirt all wet with your hair, and now that has to be changed too.”

“Your wish is my command, my lady,” Daniel retorts as he sits me up. I raise my arms over my head as he slides both my t-shirt and my sports bra off of me, tossing them carelessly onto the floor of the room. I sit back onto my elbows, and I catch him reveling in the sight of my fully exposed body.

“And now… how is that towel even staying around your waist, Mr. Levinson?” I reach my arm forward and with one swift move, pull the towel off, fully revealing him. I pause for a moment to stare back at his perfect frame. Daniel has always been the man I’ve felt the most instant attraction to. And now, he’s mine and only mine for the rest of our lives.

Daniel crawls back onto the bed and lies right next to me. “I have no idea how I managed to marry the most beautiful woman on the planet,” he says, casually running his fingers through my hair. I can’t help but grin. He makes me feel like the only woman he has ever seen.

Daniel begins to move towards me, pushing me softly down onto the bed and quickly crawling on top. His lips meet mine again, and our kissing once again turns from sweet to feverish as our eagerness sets in. I wrap my arms under his shoulders, lowering him down onto me, my breasts pressed against his chiseled chest. I sigh deeply in relief on having him this close to me after such a long day of traveling. Daniel’s hips begin pressing slowly towards mine, and I can feel his cock hardening with the friction, persistently pushing itself in between my legs, eager to enter me.

I press my legs together slightly in a tease, feeling the wetness quickly blooming in my core. “Lay on your back,” I whisper into his ear.

Daniel pulls back for a moment, looking at me quizzically, before acquiescing. As he lays down, his cock stands fully alert, waiting impatiently to be enveloped by me. I shift my body so that I am straddling his knees, his manhood squarely in front of me. Moving down onto my forearms, I begin to edge myself up his body, stopping briefly to take his member into my mouth. Daniel takes a sharp breath in response, and he twitches as I give him a few tantalizing strokes with my tongue.

“It’s not nice to tease,” Daniel begs as I release him from my lips, looking up into his face.

“I know,” I reply with a wink, continuing to make my way up his body. I kiss his lips hard once I reach his face, before sitting up, his cock directly in front of me. Without a word, I raise myself up onto my knees and lower myself directly onto him, feeling myself stretch as he enters my slick core.

“Oh my god,” Daniel’s eyes roll into the back of his head. I smile. Exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I rock myself back forward, my breasts hanging just over his chest. Daniel looks down, and takes both of them into his hands, gently massaging my nipples. I begin to lift and lower my hips onto him, relishing every inch of pleasure as I feel my release begin to rise.

Daniel’s fingers dig deep into my hips, directing my movements as I ride him, taking my time as I move myself over his body. I tilt myself forward slightly, setting my bean on his soft hair, pushing myself back and forth. The extra stimulation sends shocks through me.

“Oh, Daniel,” I breathe, hanging my head as the inevitable explosion continues to mount.

Daniel wraps his arms around me, pulling my body down onto him as he sinks as deeply as he can into my core. Holding me tightly, he arches his back and hips, lifting both of our bodies up into the air. He begins vigorously thrusting into me, and my body rocks in response, my clit rubbing intensely into his hips.

I throw my head back as waves of ecstasy course through every one of my limbs, my core tightening around Daniel as he continues to rapidly move through me. As he works, the rushes of pleasure continue to assault my senses, and I cry out his name over and over, until finally, I feel his release flood me. He holds me tightly as he lowers both of us back down onto the bed. Neither of us want to let go of each other, or of this moment.

There is no me without him, and no him without me. We are one, together, and I love him.

As we lay in our massive hotel bed in Paris, we don’t have to think about anything else that is waiting for us when we get home. We don’t have to think about his Grammy-winning band or my company, which just sold for a record-breaking amount of money. All we have to think about is each other, and the life we are making with each other.

And it is more than enough.