“Chance, do you hear yourself?” Claire asked. “I mean, do you hear what you are saying?”
“I do. I just don’t hear you saying yes,” he said to her. Willow and Bryan watched as he moved closer to Claire.
“What was the question?”
“Will you marry me?” he asked her when he was standing directly in front of her. “Please don’t say no in front of Dad and Mom.”
She smiled and stroked his face, feeling happier than she had in a long time. “Yes!”
Chance lifted her in the air in a hug, and when they looked at their parents, they were smiling.
“Congratulations, Chance, and good choice,” Bryan said as he hugged them both. Willow was slower, but she did the same.
“Now, if you don’t mind, Claire and I have some place to be. I took the liberty of reserving the jet, Dad. I hope you don’t mind. I need to go celebrate with my fiancée.”
“No, go ahead,” Bryan said. “Enjoy.”
Chance took Claire’s hand and walked with her out of the room. Once outside and out of eye and earshot of their parents, he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately and with all the love he had been slow in showing. “I love you so much, baby,” he said when he pulled back and looked into her eyes.
Claire smiled at him. “So where are we going?”
“Mexico,” he said with a wink. “We have a little island around Cancun.”
“Mexico? I’ve always wanted to go there,” she said, throwing her arms around his neck. “Another island would be great.”
“Well, let’s get going,” he urged, and she ran to her room to pack her things. It didn’t take long to get ready, and once inside the jet they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They arrived at Bryan’s private island where the staff was expecting them.
“Do you have mansions all over the world?” Claire asked as she stepped into a house more elaborate than the one on the island where they had first met.
“Something like that. And you do know all of these island belong to you as well right?”
Claire nodded, smiling at Chance. “Crazy, but I can get used to this.”
No sooner had they stepped into one of the master bedrooms, and before Claire had a chance to relax and get comfortable, Chance was nibbling her ears and gripping her breasts from behind. She struggled against him, giggling, but he held her tighter and led her to the bed.
“I don’t think I can wait another minute,” he breathed into her ear. He hoisted her into the air and brought her to rest on the large, king-sized bed in the middle of the room.
Claire didn’t have time to notice the view she was afforded from the large glass that covered almost one section of the wall in the corner room, the one that led to the balcony. Neither did she get to feel the softness of the plush carpet under their feet. All she could feel was the immense pleasure from his hands travelling along her sides, his breath on her skin, and his tongue as it played over her firm nipples. Slowly he ran his hands along the length of her leg until he felt the lace partition. He covered her warmth with his palm and gripped it more firmly. Claire writhed when he did and pulled him down to her. Their lips collided, and the ecstasy that followed was unlike anything they had shared before.
Her eyes rolled back, and she writhed again as he drove his finger deep inside her pussy. Before she knew it, she felt his warm, wet tongue licking her swollen clit, and she trembled and gripped the golden hair on his head. Chance dominated her from the inside out, flicking his tongue expertly over her throbbing clit and sinking his finger deeper inside her pussy and faster each time. He rose and pulled her to the edge of the bed, guiding his cock straight inside her. Claire, feeling unrestrained, let out a long, lingering moan that echoed through the halls of the mansion.