Deliciously Erotic Romance Collection (The Blue Room, Frosted Midnight, Haunted Halloween, Frosted Midnight) by Breena Wilde

waist was a “belt” made of real diamond flowers. The bottom half was straight and puddled around my feet. The designer had clapped her hands and exclaimed loudly that she’d made the dress for me, that I looked divine and had to have it. I’d asked her how much it was, and she pressed her lips together in a tight line. “Not to worry. Mr. Merrick is handling the expense.”
    I wanted to argue, but the look on her face discouraged me.
    Then there’d been the woman who was making the wedding cake. Austin and I tasted them together and decided on a vanilla with strawberry cream. The cake would be white with flowers that matched my diamond “belt.”
    After that Austin and I spoke to the party planner. It would be a small affair, with some friends and family. We discussed flowers, food, an open bar, and dancing. The night sounded like one to remember and by the end of the day I was tired, but content. 
    “It’ll be a quick trip. I promise,” Austin said, brining me out of my thoughts.
    “Alright.” I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Austin squeezed my hand.
    We arrived at the airport and climbed aboard his jet. Austin pulled a black scarf from his jacket pocket. “This is so you don’t get any ideas.”
    I laughed. “Uh-huh. Right. Tell the truth, you’ve got kinky plans for me.”
    He lifted an eyebrow. “Maybe.” He placed the scarf over my eyes and the pilot took off. While we were in the air Austin fed me grapes, strawberries and a delicious almond flavored pastry. To wash it down we had champagne.
    “It’s a little early for that, isn’t it?” I asked giggling.
    “It’s never too early for champagne.”
    After we ate, he read to me from The Count of Monte Cristo. I love listening to his voice. The deep timbre, the way his voice caressed the words. If I hadn’t been in love with him before, I would’ve been now. There was something extremely sexy about a man reading out loud.
    I tried to attack him. We hadn’t made love last night since I’d said we needed to wait until our wedding night. I was seriously regretting that crazy decision.
    Austin laughed. “Oh, no. You don’t get any of me until after we’re married, young lady.”
    I whined. “Come on, just a little make out, that’s all I want.” There was something freeing about the blindfold. I felt bolder and dove for where I thought his pants were and ended up smacking my forehead into his knee.
    “You need to relax,” he said, laughing.
    I sat up, rubbing my forehead. “Fine.”
    He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead, then my eyes, the tip of my nose, each of my cheeks, my chin, and my neck near my ear.
    Chills ran the length of my body. “You are evil,” I said, my voice breathy.
    He turned me so I was fully on his lap and kissed between my breasts.
    “So evil,” I said again.
    He tucked my head against his shoulder. “Sleep if you want, love.”
    I closed my eyes, sure I was too turned on to sleep, but it seemed like minutes later he was helping me to get buckled because we were about to land.
    We landed and Austin rushed me into another limo. He fed me some dry wine, cheese, and green apples during the drive. I couldn’t see, but I could taste the flavors. The combination was delicious.
    When we stopped, Austin helped me out of the car, and I immediately knew where we were. Between the sound of the birds, the rush of the waves, and the smell of the ocean, I knew I was home. I yanked the blindfold off and threw myself into Austin’s arms.
    “What did you do?” I whispered into his neck.
    “You’ll see,” he said, hugging me tightly.
    We walked hand in hand down the steps. The wind was blowing and the sun was setting. When we rounded the bend next to our rock I noticed a man in black. He had a book in his hands and a white collar around his neck.
    I stopped. “Austin, you didn’t.”
    He turned to me and touched my cheek. “Your mom told me you’d always dreamed of getting married at the beach. I