Kamille's POV

The best part was that every time I looked at him, whether he was in pain or joy, I only wanted him to be mine and me to be his. I envisioned us together with our children, one big, beautiful family.

Zeke joined me at the table, his gaze lingering on me until I felt uncomfortable. "What?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Sorry," he said, looking away. "I didn't mean to stare." He gulped down his drink, and we sat in silence for a while.

We were both probably a little tipsy by the end of dinner, even if we still had our wits about us. Not wanting to be seen that way, Zeke escorted me to the elevator leading to the private car park.

The elevator suddenly felt hot. I thought it might just be me, but I noticed Zeke unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket, then undoing a few buttons on his shirt, revealing his perfect Adam's apple and a glimpse of his chest. I gulped.

I wished I could undo my own buttons.

Staring at him made my cheeks flush. It's the wine, I told myself.

I waved a hand in front of my face, trying to cool down, when Zeke took my hand. "Let me help," he said, his voice husky.

Without a word, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. It was hot, hungry—like he'd been starved and was too excited to be gentle.

I didn't care. I craved his kiss as much as he craved mine. As the kiss deepened, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his torso as he pressed me against the elevator wall, his hands exploring my body.

My diamonds! I wondered why he'd ordered a low-cut gown, but quickly dismissed the thought. I liked the easy access, too. More than anything, I wanted him inside me, making me writhe with pleasure.

"Ouch," I cried as he bit me.

"Sorry, you seemed distracted. What were you thinking about?" he asked.

Damn those blue eyes!

"Just shut up and kiss me," I said, leaning in to continue our kiss.

Zeke's hands held my butt firmly as he gently rubbed me against his erection. I moaned softly as he continued. Then he pinned me against the elevator wall, exploring between my legs while trailing kisses along my neckline, making me gasp.

"Zeke," I whispered, as the elevator slowed. "We're almost at the car park."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "I have a presidential suite in this building. The press would never know we didn't leave. But that's only if you want it."

I looked into his eyes and made my decision. "No, I don't want it," I said. "I need it, Zeke."

Zeke immediately texted someone, then pressed the button for the top floor. We continued where we left off in the elevator, the anticipation building. When we reached the presidential floor, he led me to his suite.

Inside, our passion reignited. We tore at each other's clothes, unable to keep our hands off each other. Zeke lifted me and carried me to the bedroom, laying me down gently on the bed. Our kisses were hot and desperate, our bodies moving in sync.

"Kamille," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too," I replied, pulling him closer.

All that separated us was my lacy panties and his briefs. I admired his firm abs, then reached for them, placing my lips on his hardened nipples while my hands roamed his chest, teasing his other nipples.

Zeke groaned and returned his lips to mine, his hands roaming over my breasts. He cupped each one and placed his hot lips on them, one after the other. I moaned as his groin pressed gently against my already wet entrance while he suckled on my breast.

"Zeke," I cried out in pleasure. "Please"

"I don't understand you, love," he replied, his mouth on my nipple.

"Please, Zeke, I need you now," I pleaded, trying to rock my hips against his hard cock.

"Hmmm, anything for you, princess," he replied.

He yanked off my panties and pulled down his shorts. He trailed kisses down my neck, to my nipples, my stomach, and finally settled his head between my thighs.

As I felt his hot tongue on my clitoris, I felt an adrenaline rush and never wanted him to stop. His tongue slid in and out of my wet entrance. I felt my climax building, threatening to explode.

Then he pulled out. "Not so fast, honey, we've got all night," he smiled seductively, returning to my lips.

That's it. I was done letting him tease me.

I flipped over and went down on his long, hard cock. I grabbed him with both hands and buried him deep in my throat. I felt starved as I feasted on his length, using my tongue and hands. I circled his tip, and felt him grow bigger. "Kamille," he groaned.

Before he could say more, he came. I licked him clean.

"Fuck," he cursed, and like a raging bull, he flipped me onto my hands and knees, teasing me with his tip before plunging inside. His thrusts started slow and gentle, but only for a short time. He thrusted deep, hard, and fast, and I loved the wildness of it.

He pulled out, placed me on top of him, and I began to ride him. All I wanted was for him to be mine and me to be his. "Oh, Zeke," I moaned.

He flipped me over again and continued thrusting, planting countless kisses. I felt my climax building again. Our breathing grew too rapid to understand.

After what felt like a lifetime of bliss and pleasure, we both came simultaneously. But that was only the beginning.

We made love again and again with an intensity that left us breathless. Every touch, every kiss felt like a rekindling of our connection. As we lay in each other's arms afterward, I felt a sense of completeness I hadn't felt in years.

"Thank you," I whispered, resting my head on his chest.

"For what?" he asked, stroking my hair.

"For everything," I said, closing my eyes.

"I'll always be here for you, Kamille," he said softly. "I love you, Kamille."

I love you too.