The Billionaire's Christmas Cruise by Dakota Rebel (my reading book txt) 📕

felt like full circle to have the wedding here. Plus, okay, I wanted to see the baby turtles again.

I’d probably never love the water, but Chase made me not hate it so much. Actually, truth be told, my fear had lessened greatly since I’d “saved” him on Christmas Eve.

“Have I told you how much I love that dress?” Laura asked.

“Maybe once or twice.” Who knew you could actually have Carolina Herrera design your wedding dress? I guess when you’re marrying a billionaire, dreams could become reality. My gown was a sleek, princess fantasy of silk and beads. It weighed a ton and glittered like diamonds when it caught the lights.

In the reception ballroom, huge black-and-white photos of us adorned one wall. We’d had them taken for our engagement, and our planner thought it would be a great idea. I thought it would be obnoxious, but they did kind of look spectacular, especially as a backdrop to the thousands of pink and white flowers filling the room.

Of course, I doubted anyone would notice the décor once Maroon 5 took to the stage. Yes, my crazy, ridiculous husband-to-be got my favorite group to be our wedding band.

I’d been having a lot of Whoa! moments as I’d acclimated to being the future spouse of someone with literal money to burn. For the most part, we lived a simple life, but that didn’t mean Chase skimped on grand gestures. I was working on dialing him back.

“Luke’s going to go nuts when he sees you,” I said, eyeing the deep mauve dress that clung to her curves. It was floor-length but featured a slit to mid- thigh on one side. The halter-style showcased her slim shoulders and allowed a tasteful glimpse of her cleavage.

A blush colored Laura’s cheeks. “Nah…”

“Oh, trust me. He’s going to be spiriting you away the first chance he gets—”

A knock sounded on the door, interrupting me, and Sara poked her head in. “Ready?”

I nodded. “I was ready a month ago.” I grinned. “But someone insisted on a wedding.”

“You’ll thank me for it later. You can’t trade the memories.”

She was probably right. And she’d made sure I had plenty of memories of this whole process. She’d taken me under her wing and mothered me like I was her own little chick. Not only was I getting a husband, but I was getting a Mom, Dad and some annoying brothers in the deal. And I loved them all.

Chase didn’t know it, but his family was the greatest gift he’d given me last Christmas. And as I walked down the aisle to the beautiful man of my dreams a few minutes later, I knew it was only the beginning of many gifts we’d give each other, every day for the rest of our lives.

* * * *

Five Years Later

“Where are you going?” Chase grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back into bed with him. I sprawled over him, resting on his chest, just where I loved to be.

“You dragged me to bed so fast last night, I still need to put your last present under the tree.”

His arms tightened. “The only thing I want is right here.”

His mouth covered mine, and he rolled, covering me with his body. If I’d thought our desire would wain after we’d been together awhile, I would have been wrong. We were still going strong.

“Well, I want you to open your presents.”

“Okay.” He started to push up my tank top.

“Chase,” I protested, though it was mostly a moan. He had me aroused and ready in a split second. Just by looking at me. It was ridiculous really. Thankfully, he was just as bad as I was, always needing me, too. His cock ground against my center as we kissed, and I knew we wouldn’t be opening presents for a while. Which was okay, since it was just the two of us.

As a couple, we’d spent the last five years growing closer than ever. He was my everything now. Heck, he had been from almost the start. Some people might think that was a problem. It wasn’t for us. He was my best friend, my confidante and support, and I was the same for him. And that instant attraction we’d experienced at that club had only grown stronger.

Before I knew it, Chase had me naked and his cock was surging into me.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “How do you still feel better every time?”

“Magic,” I laughed.

He nipped my bottom lip, before bending to take a nipple in his mouth. “Love magic.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my calves crossing over his perfect butt, and rocked up into him. The sensation of him driving so deep into me was the best thing in the world, and he knew just how to slide across my g-spot with each thrust.

We had no more words—none were needed—as we sank into the paradise of each other, our bliss cascading toward us, ready to wrap us in the sweet pleasure again.

“Chase, yes,” I managed to gasp out when he circled his thumb on my clit.

“Oh God, yeah, squeeze me like that. So…good….”

That was all it took, and we tumbled over the edge into oblivion. Moments later, we collapsed together, panting hard, still clutching each other.

“That was fast,” he muttered against my neck.

“Short but oh, so sweet,” I replied, rubbing his back. Sometimes, our lovemaking could last hours. Sometimes, we both went off like rockets. Any way it happened was good. “Can we do presents now?”

Wrestling from his embrace, I hopped out of bed and reached for Chase’s shirt from where it had been dropped last night.

He groaned, rolling onto his back. “If you have that much energy, I must be doing something wrong.”

I knelt one knee on the edge of the mattress and leaned over to brush my lips over his. “No, you’re doing everything right. I’m just anxious.”

“Okay,” he said, levering himself up. “I’m coming.” He pulled on his boxer-briefs then swept me up into his arms. I giggled as he headed for the