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Brittany

I throw my arms around Alex's neck and hold myself close to him, breathing in his scent as he carries me past the crowd and out into the lobby, towards the elevator. I giggle as he fumbles to push the button for the elevator, then the 'close door' button once we were safely inside (so we wouldn't have company). I try to help, I swear, but he won't let me. He taps the button for the top floor and leans against the back of the elevator.

The elevator jerks slightly as it starts to move and I look up at Alex, who's tracking the progress of the elevator by the light moving up the floor levels. He's still glowing about Julio. I always knew that he loved that bike, and I have been anticipating his reaction for weeks now. It had been really hard keeping that a secret from him, especially since I have been hiding it right under his nose.

I have to admit though; I gave him his present at the perfect time. I pluck the room key from between his lips and twirl it around in my hands. It grabs his attention and he looks down at me questioningly.

I run my hand through his thick black hair and pull him down for a kiss. I taste champagne. He smiles and kisses my forehead. God, I love when he does that! I beam and caught in the moment, start kissing his neck—something that I know he can't resist.

He moans and shifts his weight, arching his neck for me. His eyes close as he says,

"I swear…if this elevator doesn't hurry up—" The elevator 'dings' and his eyes snap open. He is quick to react, carrying me across the hall to a door that already has a 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign on it.

He takes the room key back from me and supporting my entire weight with one arm; he opens the door slowly…waiting for my reaction.

The suite was absolutely stunning. Champagne was already poured and set on the table, awaiting our arrival. And there is a Jacuzzi tub off to the side of the room, which would be weird if this weren't the honeymoon suite. Rose petals are showered down on the white sheets of the bed that Alex is now walking towards.

"Alex…" I'm practically speechless, which is extremely rare for me, and only Alex has ever been able to bring it upon me. He simply smiles, happy to have made me happy. He kicks the door closed behind us and lays me down on the bed sensually.

"Was today all you had hoped it would be?" he asks me, leaning over me…nice and close. I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. I have to admit, he still makes me swoon…even though we've been together for years, he still has that power over me.

"More," I reply, "So much more."

"I'm glad," he says, leaning down and kissing me again. I tease him with a little bit of tongue and then roll out from under him. He groans and relaxes onto the bed, watching me. I do a little twirl across the room and slip into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I listen for a second through the door and I hear him moving around—clothes hitting the floor.

Damn.

I can't move fast enough—my dress comes off and I look in the mirror. This hotel definitely knew exactly what a women needs when it came to honeymoon preparations. The full length mirror displays my white corset that straps in front, made just for our purpose, and well—let's just say that Alex is going to enjoy seeing it a lot more on the floor…

My reflection smirks back at me and I decide to make him sweat a little bit. I turn on the shower and I can just picture his impatience as he waits for me to come out to him.

I let the hot water steam up the room and then turn it off. He's got to be going crazy in there, and he'd 'punish' me for making him wait. But…that just makes me want to make him wait longer.

I gently take off my tiara and look down at it. It really is beautiful, but these diamonds and rubies just aren't me anymore. I'm not the spoiled little rich girl that I used to be. Alex and I have been on our own together for four years now. We have a house and although it might be small and our money a bit tight, it is all I want. It's all I need. Alex is all I need.

He really does provide so much security, and I'm not just talking about physical protection. Although no man dares try to hit on me, they're all scared to death of Alex. He has two jobs, and yet I still get to see him all the time. I work too, but I know that I'd be nowhere without him. I'd be no one without him.

I set the tiara and the rest of my jewelry aside and put my leg up on the sink, fixing the garner belt on my thigh. Alex is going to go into shock when he sees me. My reflection smiles in agreement.

I pull a few pins from my hair and let my wavy, blonde hair cascade down my shoulders. Alex loves it when I wear my hair down. I have no idea why, but he does. With a few last touch-ups, I'm ready.

I turn the doorknob and open the door slowly, letting it creak open. The second I see Alex I smirk sexually and pose against the frame a little bit—not that I need to.

His jaw drops and he sits up in bed, completely naked aside from his favorite pair of boxers…the ones covered in tacos. Yes, tacos.

I look down and run a hand through my hair, walking deliberately slow over to my stunned husband sitting on the edge of the bed, awaiting his wife's company.

Don't hate me for ending it there…please. The next chapter will have what you've all been waiting for, I swear! Don't hurt me. Just get me to 100 reviews and I'll post it faster…