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  Pulling Gillian back against his chest, Patrick whispered in her ear, "Use me to find your pleasure, kitty. Make love to me."

  Gillian wanted to kiss the golden Irishman but didn't dare break eye contact with the Brit. She then slowly and meticulously began to move her hips forward and back and in circles with Patrick's cock deeply inside of her. With each movement that she made, the head of his dick hit her G-spot and her whole body quivered with pleasure. Patrick gripped her bare breasts in his hands and gritted his teeth together at the glorious rapture coursing through his own body. Her sweet, tight vaginal walls convulsed around his cock and made it pulse as well. Needing to prolong the sensations before he shot his load deep inside her, Patrick moved his hands to her waist and began moving her up and down his shaft.

  John watched his magnificent, stunning woman ride Patrick as he edged the large head of his own cock. Licking his fingers, the Brit brought himself to the brink of an orgasm, only to ease the sensations. Gillian was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her emerald eyes were blue with lust and passion and the way she chewed on her lower lip had him wanting her mouth on him. John loved watching Gillian's large, milky breasts sway as Patrick bounced her up and down his dick. The way she fought against the restraint on her hands was beautiful. He could tell his kitten needed a release, and he couldn't wait to watch her.

  With his hand on his cock, John walked up to Gillian and gripped her hair with his free hand. Her eyes never left his as he bent down and crushed his mouth to hers in a hot, passionate kiss. Devouring her mouth, John stroked himself against her heavy breasts that jerked against his cock with each thrust Patrick made inside of her. Breaking the kiss, Gillian gasped painfully as John pulled her head up and back. "You are so breathtaking to look at, kitten. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, sweetheart. Would you like that?"

  Gasping from the pleasure Patrick's cock was giving her, she breathlessly said, "Yes, Bear."

  "Does my baby need to come?" John asked, rubbing the precum oozing from his dick on her breasts.

  "Yes, oh god, Bear, please. I need to come," Gillian pleaded, her body needing the release badly.

  John released her hair to gently stroke her cheek. His eyes were soft with love as he said, "Then come, kitten.

  Patrick gripped Gillian's breasts in his hands as she leaned back against his chest and began to grind her hips on the Irishman's cock. Biting her shoulder, he growled, "Fuck, kitty. What the bloody hell are you doing to me, love? Tell me to come in that sweet pussy. I want to fill you with my load."

  Gillian rode the Irishman with a fevered frenzy as she watched John intently. Without taking her eyes off the Brit, she said, "Come in me, Pat. Come deep inside me." Feeling her own impending orgasm, Patrick's cock hit her G-spot once more before John caught her cry in his mouth as his mouth smashed down on hers. Her body jerked and her legs quivered as she rode the wave of complete satisfaction as John mated his tongue with hers. Just as Gillian came, Patrick growled out as he, too, exploded. Her contracting vaginal walls milked his cock as his head fell back in surrender and he closed his eyes. Breaking the kiss and breathing heavily, John pulled Gillian's head back before he also came all over her huge, milky white breasts. Needing to feel her mouth on his cock, John eased it into her mouth as she hungrily sucked every drop from the tip. Just as the Brit pulled his receding dick from her mouth, his mouth found hers as Patrick hugged her back to his chest and placed kisses on her neck and shoulders. As if on cue, the audience below them erupted into applause at the end of the third act.

  Breaking the kiss with a giggle, Gillian asked, "Think that's for us or the performers on the stage?"

  "If they saw us, I guarantee it's for you." John smiled, feeling relaxed as he put his cock back into his pants before stroking her face.

  "You know, kitty," Patrick began, turning her face to him as he kissed her swollen lips. "You're a very dangerous woman, lovey. We haven't known each other long, but I have a difficult time picturing life before meeting you. You make a man completely lose himself."

  "I really like you too, Patrick." Gillian smiled, touched by his words before kissing his lips again. Just as the Irishman began to deepen the kiss, John grabbed her bound hands and eased her off Patrick's cock. Kissing her lips once more, the Brit began untying Gillian's hands. When her hands were free, John placed a kiss on both of her inner wrists. She then threw her arms around his neck before saying, "Thank you, Pooh Bear. I love you."

  "I know. I love you too." John grinned, fondling her ass cheeks in his hands. His eyes then touched on Patrick who was adjusting his pants and standing up. Looking over his shoulder to his mate, John said, "Don't you have somewhere to be, boyo? I know you got distracted by my beautiful kitten and her succulent pussy, but I need alone time with my woman."

  "I'm going, asshole." The Irishman smiled, fully content in the moment. Coming up behind Gillian, he whispered in her ear, "Thank you for that, lovey. You were absolutely amazing. I look forward to our next encounter."

  "Me too," Gillian cooed, kissing his lips once more before he winked at her and turned to leave the box. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at John who had a boyish smile playing on his lips. His dimples made him even more gorgeous if that was possible. "You're so handsome, John. I could just sit and stare at you for hours. I have to pinch myself sometimes, because I still have a hard time believing that you're mine."

  "I know what you mean, kitten," John replied, nuzzling her neck. "When I think about how long you were living in London before we met, it just pisses me off. I hate that you've struggled in your past, love. You never will again."

  "I'm going to hold you to that, Bear," Gillian said softly, tears in her eyes as she hugged John closer to her full, lush body. "But if I'm no longer struggling with my past, then you can't either. You take away my pain, and I take away yours."

  John raised up to look deeply into her eyes. Stroking her flawless face, the two of them just stood there, enjoying each other's loving embrace. He silently thanked his creator for bringing him a woman so perfect. Placing a kiss on her lips, he said, "Let's get out of here, sweetheart. Go to the loo, clean yourself up, and meet me downstairs in about twenty minutes. I have a surprise for you. Don't keep me waiting, kitten." John then kissed Gillian's lips once more, pulled down her skirt, and abruptly left the box.

  A few minutes later, Gillian was walking with Luther and three other guards down the staircase toward the back entrance to the building. When they reached the exit door, Luther wrapped a warm, plush blanket around her shoulders. Opening the door, Gillian was stunned to see a white and gold Victorian carriage pulled by two black and white Clydesdale horses. Again, she felt tears spring to her emerald eyes. She could not believe that John had done this for her. It was by far the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her.

  "Do you like it?" John asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his beefy arms around her waist.

  Turning in his arms, she smashed her lips to his before screaming, "Yes, I love it, Bear! I've always wanted to go on a carriage ride. I can't believe you did this!"

  "Well then, ladies first." John smiled, loving the joy he saw beaming on her face. Gillian was always so free with her emotions. He loved that about her. Kissing his lips once more, she walked past John, and Luther helped her into the carriage. The Brit immediately crawled in behind her and covered them with a couple of blankets, to fight against the cold night air. As Gillian snuggled closer to him for warmth, John put his arms around her and allowed himself to relax as well.

  When the carriage took off, she asked, "Who is driving this thing, and exactly where are you taking me, Mr. Kenric?"

  Lying back in the seat somewhat, John pulled Gillian on him as he cuddled deeper into the covers with her. "Luther is driving the carriage, and we are heading to Primrose Hill for some star gazing and a late night picnic."

  "That sounds so romantic, Bear." Gillian smiled, kissing his lips again. "Is that what Patrick is ta
king care of at the moment?"

  "Yes. I needed him to handle a few things for me. Plus, it gives me time alone with you. We haven't had much of that, lovey, and I want to rectify that. Are you warm enough?"

  "I am," she said softly. John emitted so much warmth, it was like he was her own personal heater. "So, have you enjoyed the evening so far?"

  "You couldn't tell?" John smiled, rubbing his nose against hers. "I thought I had made my enjoyment of the evening quite clear at the restaurant and the theater. You surprised me tonight, kitten, and that's not an easy feat."

  "How did I surprise you?"

  "Well, jacking me off in the restaurant was one." John chuckled, his hands resting on her plump bottom. "That was a first for me, and there is not much left on my list that I haven't tried. I was also pleasantly surprised by your submissiveness at the theater. You are a beautiful woman, kitten, but when you are obedient, you are even sexier to me. Seeing you straddling Pat with your hands bound and watching me the whole time…fuck, that made my cock hard. I've never been that aroused before."

  "Why does seeing me submissive turn you on so much? I know you've had other women do that for you before—"

  "Ah, but there is one huge difference," John said, interrupting Gillian and hating the insecurity he saw in her eyes. Couldn't she see how much she meant to him? "I've never loved anyone before you. I also know that you have a very difficult time letting down your guard and trusting others. Your complete submission to me speaks volumes, kitten. It tells me how much you love me."

  Gillian kissed John's lips softly before saying, "I do love you, Bear, more than I care to admit, actually. When we were in the restaurant and you were explaining to me how you feel, I get it, because I feel it too. The emotions are so strong that it almost suffocates me at times. I've met so many people in my life, John, and you are the first one to ever elicit such a strong reaction. I mean, I would be lying to you if I said I didn't feel something for Patrick, but it's different than what I feel for you."

  John hugged her body even tighter to his chest. He absolutely loved this vulnerable, loving side of her. The British billionaire already knew that the American would be his wife; he was just looking for the right time to ask her. He saw how much she loved him every time he looked into her emerald eyes, but he didn't think she was quite ready to say yes. John wanted a very private, intimate ceremony with only himself, Gillian, Patrick, and a preacher. He secretly hoped that she wanted the same thing. He would marry her in a private ceremony but would let the entire world know that she was his wife and she would be queen of the world. After all, a king needed a queen.

  "Bear, can I ask you a serious question?" Gillian asked, resting her head against John's chest as he rubbed her back. "I know our relationship is still new, but where do you see it going?"

  John smiled to himself. It was if she was reading his mind and she didn't even know it. The Brit raised one hand to stroke her cheek. He could feel her insecurity and swore he felt a small shiver. Wanting no secrets between them, he said, "If I'm being honest with you, kitten, I want you to be my wife. If I asked you to marry me at this moment, what would you say?"

  Looking up to meet John's eyes, Gillian was stunned to hear his words. She had not anticipated him saying that he wanted to marry her. Gillian's heart leapt into her throat and she felt a warm sensation spreading across her stomach and chest. Her heart screamed at her to jump into John's arms shouting 'yes', but her head told her to put on the brakes. Was she even ready for marriage? Gillian loved John, but did she know him well enough to marry him? The Brit loved to control everything around him, but she wasn't ready for that. Or was she? John had given her something that she had never felt before, and that was love and a sense of security. She knew that she was safe with him and that he would lay down his life for her, but marriage? Gillian really needed to think about this, regardless of what her heart was saying.

  "Bear…I don't know what to say," Gillian said honestly. "I love you, and I do want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I don't know if we're ready for marriage. I think we should get to know each other more first. I—"

  Gillian's words were cut off as John pulled her up to smash his mouth against hers. His tongue mated with hers as he raised her skirt so he could fondle her bare bottom. Feeling her begin to melt into his touch, John broke the kiss. He looked into her glazed, emerald eyes as a small smile played on his lips. "You make me so happy, kitten. We are going to have the rest of our lives together."

  "But I didn't say yes, Bear."

  "But you didn't say no either," John interjected happily. He had honestly anticipated Gillian giving him an immediate, clear no, but he briefly had seen a flash of joy in her eyes before her brain began overthinking the whole thing. "We can make the engagement as long as we need to. In the meantime, we will get to know each other better. You, my dear, need to stop overthinking everything. Haven't we had this conversation before?"

  "I'm not overthinking things, Bear. Marriage is a lifelong commitment that needs to be taken seriously. When I get married, it will be for a lifetime."

  "Sweetheart, I can promise you that when I put a ring on your finger and you take my last name, death will be the only thing that separates us, and even then, I will be patiently waiting for you on the other side."

  Touched by his words, Gillian kissed his lips once again. She wanted to believe what John was saying, but could he handle being with one woman for the rest of his life? Needing to hear his response, she asked, "Bear, what if you get tired of me?"

  "What kind of fucking question is that, kitten? I would never get tired of you!"

  "Please don't be angry, baby! I'm not trying to offend you," Gillian replied, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "I'm screwing this up, and I don't want to. How do I say this? You are the most handsome man I have ever seen. I understand that you think I'm beautiful and that you are attracted to me, but what if you get bored with me? As gorgeous as you are, I can see why so many women are attracted to you. What happens if someone more attractive than me comes along, Bear?"

  "Oh, kitten," John sighed, shaking his head. "Sweetheart, I wish you could see what I see when I look at you. There is not now, nor will there ever be, a woman whom I find more attractive than you, both externally and internally. Marriage isn't something I take lightly, either. As you know, I can't stand a liar. I will never lie to you, even when I should, to soften the truth. I also can't stand infidelity, kitten. Why do you think I have been single for so long? I've enjoyed the company of many women, but you are the first one who has ever mattered to me. You are the first woman who has ever slept in my personal, private bedroom. You are the first woman for whom I have traveled anywhere to get back, and you, kitten, are the first and only woman I have, and will ever, love."

  Gillian felt the tears spring to her eyes as John spoke. She wanted to believe him and saw the sincerity in his eyes, but John was used to multiple women. He may be attracted to her now, but what happened in five, ten, fifteen years? What happened if she got pregnant with his child? Did her British lover even want children?

  "What are you thinking, kitten?" John asked, playing with the silky strands of her ebony hair. "I can see that you are in that pretty little head of yours. Tell me what has you concerned?"

  With a loud sigh, Gillian placed a gentle kiss on John's full lips. Stroking his well-manicured beard, she said, "I want to believe you, Bear, but you may change your mind down the road, and I can't, no, I won't, share you with another woman."

  "Then you have to trust me, love," John said softly, loving her innocent caresses. "You can't condemn me for something you think I might do down the road. I would never hurt you, sweetheart. I only want to make you happy. Besides, our children are going to need a mother and father who are madly in love."

  Gillian couldn't help the smile that played on her luscious red lips. Although she still wasn't sure about marrying John, the Brit was right. She couldn't be angry at him for something that he hadn't do
ne. At his mention of children, she asked, "So, you do want children at some point?"

  "Of course, I do. Don't you?"

  "I think so."

  "You think so?" John asked, cocking a dark brow at his woman. "What does that mean?"

  "Honestly, Bear, I never saw myself getting married, so there was really no reason to think about having a child," Gillian replied truthfully. "I mean, the thought of having a baby gives me the warm fuzzies. I would be happy if I got pregnant but a little overwhelmed at the same time."

  "I have no doubts you would be a wonderful mum, kitten."

  "I don't know how good I would be, but I do know I would love my child unconditionally." Gillian smiled, kissing John's lips. Pulling back, her brows knitted together in thought as she said, "John, how would you feel if I got pregnant with Patrick's baby? I mean, it's a real possibility, right? Would that change your feelings for me?"

  "Not at all." John gently smiled, smoothing her upturned brows. "If you had a child by Patrick, I would treat that child like my own. I would love you even more for giving him something that he's always wanted. Listen, I know you probably don't understand my relationship with Pat, but I love that bastard like a brother. You know we were in an orphanage together, right? Well, Pat was the first person to ever show me an ounce of humanity, love, or kindness. After arriving at the orphanage, Father Joseph swore he saw me steal some food. Now, that was impossible, because I had been locked up in my room all day. He beat me so severely that night and left me in a puddle of my own blood. Patrick heard me crying and came to help me. He not only held me and sang me a song, but he stole some cookies for us. Pat knew I was off limits and that he would get the same punishment if the priests found out, but he didn't care. He saved me that night, kitten, and has several times since. Pat and I have a bond that I just can't explain. It's as if we've known each other in another lifetime. You're the only other person I've felt that with, sweetheart."