Page 47 of Sweetest Sin (Tempting Love #1)

Peyton

“Disney World?” I smile at Dominick when we drive up to the main entrance.

When he got home from sparring with Matteo, he told me to pack a bag, that we were going away in the morning and not to ask where because it was a surprise.

“Mickey Mouse!” Damien shouts from the back seat, pointing to the big mouse overhead. “I go on all the rides?”

“All of them,” Dominick tells him, glancing in the rearview mirror and smiling at our son.

“I considered taking you to the DR,” he says, “since that’s where we spent that first night together.

” He waggles his brows, and I feel myself heating at the memory.

“But I wanted it to be a family trip, and I remembered Damien mentioning he’s never been here. ”

I recall that conversation. Damien and Dominick were watching cartoons, and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse came on.

Dominick asked if he’d ever been to Disney World, and Damien looked at him like he was crazy.

Because he didn’t know it existed. We couldn’t afford it before, and he’s not old enough to talk to his friends about their vacations.

Of course, Dominick pulled the videos up on his phone, and by the fifth video, Damien was begging to go. I was surprised Dominick had been since his parents didn’t seem like the type to go to theme parks, but when he said he had gone there on a school trip, that made sense.

When his mom came by last night to visit, Damien told her about the trip, and she asked if she could go, saying her fiancé was out of town on business.

Even though she had no idea where we were going, she said she would love to spend time with her grandson, which led to Brielle wanting to join.

Matteo said he’d hold the fort down and he’d see us when we got back.

Now that I know the destination, I’d bet Matteo had already known, and that was why he didn’t want to go.

“Auntie Bri, you go on all the rides with me?” Damien asks.

“Of course,” Brielle says.

“ Babu ,” Damien says, butchering Babushka , like he always does. “You go on all the rides with me?”

Larisa grins down at Damien. “As long as you hold my hand. I’m a little scared of that big mouse.”

Damien giggles. “I’ll hold your hand, Babu .”

Once we get inside, we rent a stroller because I already know Damien will never last walking all day, and then we take off to the first ride.

The day is filled with fun and laughter.

We go from ride to ride, and even though it’s about Damien, everyone has a good time.

I get to know Larisa more, having a chance to talk to her while we wait in the long lines, and see a softer side of Brielle as she plays with Damien.

My heart hurts for her—because she was forced to give up her unborn baby—and I hope that, one day, she meets a man who deserves her, and she has the chance to become a mom.

Of course, Dominick insists on buying Damien a souvenir from every ride, and by the time night falls and we’re heading back to the car to go to our hotel, Damien is passed out in Dominick’s arms while Brielle, Larisa, and I carry the millions of toys and stuffed animals.

“Did you have a good day?” Dominick asks as we look out over our terrace at the lit-up theme park and hotels in the distance.

We’re staying in a suite at a beautiful resort on Disney property. Larisa and Brielle offered to get their own room, but I wasn’t having it. This is a family trip, and they’re family.

“It was like a fairy tale. Thank you.” I lean over and give him a kiss. “Today was truly magical.”

A loud pop sounds in the distance, and I jump, glancing out and seeing it’s the beginning of the fireworks.

“Oh my God,” I breathe. “We can see them from here?”

When Dominick doesn’t answer, I turn around and find him down on one knee, a ring box in his hand.

“Dominick!” I gasp. “What …”

The fireworks continue to go off in the background, but my only focus is on the man in front of me.

“My world isn’t a fairy tale,” he says, looking up at me. “And nothing about it is magical. Most days, it’s dark and dangerous and filled with corruption.

“I thought I had my future mapped out. I accepted my life for what it was. But then you fell into my lap”—he chuckles, and I do, too, remembering how we met—“and everything I’d thought I knew felt like a lie.

I was drawn to your goodness, to the light you emanate, but out of every fucked-up thing I’d done in my life, keeping you for myself felt like the biggest sin, so I let you go.

” He shakes his head and sighs. “But fate intervened, and you came back into my life, bringing along the greatest gift I could have ever asked for, and I knew there was no way I could let you go again.”

He stands and opens the black box, and I choke on a sob. Not because the ring is beautiful, but because his words are.

“If getting to love you and keep you for the rest of my life is a sin, I’ll gladly go to hell.” He takes the ring out of the box. “Peyton Wright, will you make me the happiest man on earth and become my wife?”

“Yes!” I breathe out as he slides the ring onto my finger. “I would love nothing more than to be your wife.”

I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso, and kiss him passionately as the fireworks continue to go off.

“And, Dominick,” I say once we break apart to catch our breath, “I will gladly follow you to the pits of hell if it means I get to spend my life with you. I’ve always preferred the heat to the cold anyway.”

Dominick carries me back inside, and I jump when Brielle says, “Congrats!”

“Oh my God. You were watching?” I ask, trying to get Dominick to put me down.

“Dominick asked me to take pictures. I’m so happy for you both.” She rushes over and gives us each a kiss on our cheeks. “Go celebrate, and I’ll send you what I took later.”

“You had her take pictures?” I ask him as he lays me on the bed once we’re in our room. “That’s so sweet.”

“I see all the pictures you take of Damien. I figured you’d want some from tonight. She was told to stay hidden, but she obviously couldn’t help herself.”

He crawls up my body and kisses my lips and then trails hot kisses along my jaw and over to my neck. I want to feel him inside me, be connected as close as possible, but I also love when he takes his time worshipping me. When he gets to my collarbone, he stops so he can remove my clothes.

Thankfully, I’m wearing cute pajamas, so the pictures will be good. But I wonder if I can convince him to do an engagement shoot with me. I’ve always wanted to do one …

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, with my shirt off, my breasts are exposed and on display for Dominick. He licks one nipple and then the other.

“I was thinking about what it would take to convince you to do an engagement photo shoot with me,” I admit truthfully.

Dominick smirks. “I’m sure I could be persuaded.”

The glimmer in his eye is playful, and I love this side of Dominick, so I go along with it.

Sitting up, I push him off me so he’s on his back, and then I straddle his thighs.

“Take your shirt off,” I tell him as I slide down, my center rubbing against his cock, covered by his sweatpants.

When I’m off him, I settle between his legs and pull his pants down, his hard length springing out and making my mouth water.

I waste no time wrapping my fingers around his shaft and taking him into my mouth. I start slow, teasing his head, sliding the tip of my tongue into his slit, while I gently roll his balls in my palm, knowing he loves when I play with them.

“Jesus, fuck,” Dominick groans, delving his fingers into my hair and tightening his hold on my scalp.

Once his cock is wet with my saliva, I start to suck him off with a purpose. Bobbing my head up and down, I suction my cheeks and work my mouth and tongue over his hard length.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans.

I assume he’s going to come down my throat since he knows I’m good with it, so I’m shocked when he uses his grip on my hair to pull me off him.

Before I can question it though, he’s grabbing me by my hips and lifting me over his cock. As I take him into me, we both moan at how good it feels.

“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” he breathes when I’m completely filled by him. “But this pussy, coming inside you and risking the chance of getting you pregnant … that is what will persuade me.”

I shake my head and chuckle under my breath because I shouldn’t be surprised.

The man is determined to get me pregnant before I can get on birth control.

Little does he know, I have no intention of getting on birth control.

Was I wary at first? Yes. But now, I know my future is with Dominick, and I want the same thing he wants—to fill our home with love and add to our family.

I place my hands on his hard chest and start to ride him, my hips moving in a way that I know will have us both coming shortly. He feels so good like this, with my pussy sucking him in and the head of his cock hitting the deepest part of me.

As my orgasm approaches, Dominick sits up and wraps his arms around me so our chests are touching. His mouth captures mine, his tongue tangling with my own, and in this position, with our bodies connected in the most intimate way, we both find our release.

With our bodies still sensitive and our breathing heavy, he takes the hand with my beautiful engagement ring and brings it to his lips.

“This ring means that you’re mine,” he says, glancing up at me with love and adoration in his gaze.

“You don’t ever have to persuade me to do anything.

Whatever it is you want, I will give it to you—always.

You and our son are my world, and I will do everything in my power to ensure you’re happy …

including taking cheesy-ass engagement photos. ”