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"Remember when I left you last night so you could get changed in peace? I may or may not have made a purchase..."
"Are you saying what I think you are?"
He smirks. "You'll have to wait and see..."
I gasp upon discovering his surprise. The helicopter lands on the edge of the Grand Canyon, on a secluded strip, without any tourists or onlookers. He's arranged a table and chairs, roses as centerpieces, and champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.
After helping me down from the helicopter, he addresses the pilots, "Take a walk, gentlemen. I'll let you know when I need you again. Thank you."
"Yeah, thanks for the ride," I call as I gaze at my man.
My man. I need to be cautious with such thoughts, not letting my mind wander too far when this can only end one way.
He takes my hand and leads me to the edge of the Canyon. "Before I met you, I was as hollow as this place."
I stare at the breathtaking vastness of the Canyon, awed by its sheer magnitude.
"You shouldn't say things like that," I murmur, turning to him.
He grasps my hips and pulls me close. "We're enjoying what time we have, remember?"
Our kiss erupts with passion, the majestic scenery enhancing the romance.
"I can't believe you did this," I whisper excitedly. "All this effort for..."
"You're worth ten times this effort. You're worth everything." He breathes intensely. "Shall we have some champagne?"
"How could I say no?"
We sit together, the clear blue sky stretching endlessly above us, the canyon vast and magnificent below.
"My mind is constantly occupied by the image of you in that lingerie," he groans, sipping his champagne.
Bubbles dance through me, and not all from the drink. "I'm surprised you went back to buy something else."
He smirks. "The purchase is in the helicopter."
"Are you kidding me?"
He glances around at the surrounding emptiness. I can make out some people, tiny silhouettes against the sun, on the far side of the canyon. We're not completely isolated.
"We should try it out, make sure it works so I don't have to get my money back."
I bite my lip—partly from habit, but honestly? Mostly because I know how it drives him wild. I'm becoming addicted to that look in his eyes, like he can't believe his luck, like he's ready to make me his sole obsession.
"Here?" I murmur.
"In the helicopter," he groans. "No one can see us. The pilots won't return until I text them. Trust me, beautiful, if there was any chance someone else could see you, I'd lose it."
"Some women don't like the whole possessive thing."
"It's lucky you're not one of them," he says fiercely. "And I know you wore that lingerie for a reason, Sparkplug."
I finish my small glass of champagne and stand, walking toward the helicopter. Over my shoulder, I call, "Well, what are you waiting for?"
He jumps to his feet and races after me. I laugh when he lifts me up, cradling me against his chest; the sensation of flying intensifies as I gaze up at the sky. Once we reach the helicopter, he helps me in. After climbing in himself, he shuts the door and turns to me, his body tense with anticipation. He pulls me in for a kiss. I open my mouth, finding his tongue, pressing against it to savor his taste. He groans and grabs my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.
I raise my arms, then gasp when he immediately reaches for my pants.