AvaWe had moved from the hot tub to the plush lounge chairs on the veranda, where Chris had laid out on his back. I leaned over him, peppering kisses along his inner thighs as my hand continually stroked up and down his increasingly-thick and throbbing member.“Goddess, Ava,” he groaned, shoving hi
After introductions, Maria led us into a beautiful tasting room. The walls were lined with bottles, and a large window offered a stunning view of the vineyard.“We’ll start with a tasting of our signature wines,” Maria explained, gesturing for us to take a seat at the bar. “Then I have a special sur
AvaJames shook my hand warmly, snapping me out of my reverie. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ava,” he said with a grin. “Chris has told me so much about you.”“Is that so?” I glanced over at Chris, who just winked in response. “All good things, I hope,” I said with a laugh, trying to hide the way th
There was a moment of stunned silence before the crowd erupted into cheers. I stood there, blushing furiously, holding the bouquet like it might explode in my hands.“Look at that!” Chris called out, wolf whistling over the crowd and eliciting laughter. “Guess we know who’s getting married next!”If
AvaI woke to the soft clacking of keyboard keys, the sound pulling me from a deep and restful sleep.Blinking away the bleariness, I found Chris sitting up in bed beside me, his laptop balanced on his knees as he typed away. The soft morning light was barely even filtering through the lace curtains
Chris nodded again, then suddenly took a step back. “In that case,” he murmured, dropping to one knee in front of me and reaching for my hands. My heart leapt into my throat, the familiar scene from the vineyard last night flashing through my mind.“Chris, what are you—”He grabbed both of my hands
AvaWhen I finally straightened up from my bout of sickness, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I turned to face Chris with wide eyes. He was utterly frozen, his face a mask of abject horror.“I don’t understand,” he muttered, clutching the moonstone around his neck. “The moonstone is back. T
When dinner was ready, we carried the plates out to the patio. Chris barely touched his food throughout the entire meal, instead reaching for his wine glass and draining it in one long gulp before immediately refilling it to the brim.“Do you have more bottles in the cellar?” he asked, draining the