Nick dragged Sabrina through the lobby of the Ritz Paris.

He was acting like a bloody schoolboy but he didn't care. She was his now. She'd agreed to do as he said. He was going to put that to the test, as soon as he got into his suite.

A photographer was in the lobby and snapped a picture of them before security ushered him out. Nick ignored him. He didn't care about anything except getting his woman into his bed.

Thank God for Marley. He already had the key card and was waiting for him by the elevator.

"Top floor."

"Marley, you are a lifesaver."

He yanked Sabrina into the elevator and had his hands all over her the second the doors closed.

"Nick!"

"Hush, love. You promised to be agreeable."

"But you can't- not in an elevator!"

He laughed.

"Alright, we can wait until we're inside if you prefer that."

The doors opened directly to his suite and they practically tumbled out. She backed away from him, her high heeled boots clicking on the marble floor.

"Where are you going, love?"

She just stared at him wide-eyed as she continued to back up. Then her ankled bumped into a sofa and he pushed her gently backwards onto it. He climbed on top of her and started stripping her clothes off her body, nibbling at her ears and neck.

"Nick! What if someone comes in!"

"You picked the spot love. If you want the bed, you are going to have to wait until I'm finished with round one."

She laughed breathlessly. He was making her nervous he could tell. Good. He wanted her on edge. He was the one who was on the verge of losing his mind and doing something insane.

Like proposing marriage.

He wanted it. He wanted her more than anything. He’d even skip the prenup, which didn’t sound all that romantic, but when you were rich as Croesus, it was.

By God, it was.

There was only one thing stopping him.

He knew she'd run if he tried it.

She was more than aware of his track record. But those marriages had been shams. A procession of hot, placid girls who clung to him like glue. Not one of them had challenged him like she did. Not one had excited him this way either.

He was eagerly kissing her glorious tits when the knock came on the door.

"GO AWAY!"

He grinned down at her.

"See love? Problem solved."

She was so serious, staring up at him. He pressed tiny kisses all over every inch of her he could reach. She was sighing and squirming when he guided his cock to her pussy.

He eased inside her delicous tightness, staring deeply into her eyes. He thought he caught a shimmer of tears. He held perfectly still, trying to control himself in the face of the pleasure.

“You alright, love?”

She nodded but he could tell something was wrong.

He made a tiny circle with his hips.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, Nick. Please don’t stop…”

He brushed her hair back from her face, tucking a silky strand behind her perfect ear.

“What is it then?”

“Please… don’t hurt me. Just tell me when its over. I can’t…”

He stared down at her in shock.

“I’m not going to leave you. Don’t you know I’m in love with you?”

The tears did spill over then. He kissed them away. Every single one.

Then he began to move. Smooth, deep strokes that gave them both shivers of pleasure. She was gasping, so close to the edge from the start.

He was trying to show her, to tell her how he felt.

He drove his cock deeper and harder.

He felt her starting to peak and gave her everything he had.

He exploded inside her, imagining the glorious day when she’d go off the pill. When she’d give him a child.

He held her for hours after, aching and hard for her nearly the whole time. But he didn’t take her again.