Page 69 of Masterson Made

“Roman.” I blush.

He pulls my feet onto his lap and rubs them. Funny how you never know just how badly heels hurt until someone massages your feet. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Mmm, that feels great.”

“That was an unforgettable night tonight, Duchess. Thank you for saying yes.”

“As if there would have been any other answer.”

“For a minute, it looked like you wanted us to live in sin forever.”

Roman works his magical fingers up my tight calves.

“I lost my compass for a moment and almost losing you put everything back into perspective and back on course. You and Knox are what matters and everything else comes second.”

“I ditto that,” he says in a jagged voice.

His hands slowly push up my dress so it bunches at my hips.

“Roman,” I say hesitantly, looking around the deck for any employees.

“Stop acting like you’re self-conscious about being seen with your husband. I think you like people to watch. Remember when one hundred people were watching my hands up your dress an hour ago?”

“Oh, be quiet.”

“It turned you on, Duchess. Admit it.”

“It turned me on because your hand was at my crotch.”

“Like it is right now?”

I bite my bottom lip as I worry that staff may be close by.

“No one is coming up here unless we call for them. Tonight, it’s just Mr. and Mrs. Masterson sailing under the stars.”

“I am Mrs. Masterson, aren’t I?” I giggle proudly.

“Yes, the fuck you are.”

Roman’s hands are working several of the hook and eye closures of my bridal corset. Carefully unfastening each one until the garment is loose. He pulls it down my body from underneath the dress and slings it across the deck.

“You had to be suffocating in this.”

I exhale in relief.

“It feels good to finally have it off,” I admit.

Roman has long since taken off his jacket and tie, but now loosens some buttons of his shirt and kicks off his boots. He grabs my hand and we walk over to the side of the ship. I watch with marvel as the dark waves ripple underneath us as we pick up speed on the open water.

“What a beautiful night to have become your wife,” I say.

He stands behind me as we lean by the railing, steadily inching up my dress as he softly kisses the curve of my neck.

“Spread your arms across the railing, Duchess. Feel the breeze as we move against the water.”

He slides several of his fingers in between my legs, which are only covered by the smallest piece of white lace, and breathes heavily by my ear.

“I spent three long nights in a hotel bed waiting for this.”