Picture Perfect Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance by Flora Ferrari

Author:Flora Ferrari
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-01T18:30:00+00:00

It’s difficult to act civilized when my woman is sitting across from me. She grips the edge of the table, leaning forward so she can gaze around at the majesty of our private dining hall. It’s the Medieval room, my personal pet project, with a tall roof and the walls ornate and covered in paintings and tapestries.

“This is amazing,” she murmurs.

“Hmm,” I growl. The way she’s leaning forward is giving me a sweet look down at her chest through the light fabric of her dress, her round breasts pressed together. I imagine her on her knees, tits gripped in her hands as she begs me to cover them in my come.

I let out a shivering breath, turning my gaze away.

She truly does bring the beast out of me. I feel like I could leap on her.

“This is honestly like being in a fairytale castle or something. It’s nothing like the rest of the restaurant. At least, the parts I saw.”

I grin at her, or at least I hope I do. The tension she’s causing to move through me could easily make it a grimace.

“I’ve always been fascinated by this stuff.”

“Why?” she murmurs, sitting forward and reaching across the table.

She hesitates for a moment, as though she thinks I’m going to snatch my hand away, so I dart my hand forward and grip onto her. She looks at me thankfully, with the knowledge that I’ll always support the most anxious parts of her.

Forever.

So much passes between us sometimes it hurts.

“The pageantry mixed with the brutality of the time, I guess. Or maybe I’m just trying to sound smart, eh, Sassy? Maybe I just like swords.”

The waiter arrives a few moments later, a tall thin man with a bald head and white whiskers. “Sir,” he says.

“Jerry, how many damn times have I told you to call me Kaleb, my friend?”

Jerry’s eyes crease with a smile, but he doesn’t let his lips follow suit. “I suppose I’m old fashioned,” he says in his upper-class British accent.

“You’re not my damned butler.” I chuckle.

Jerry laughs. “I know, but I’m so thankful, sir, so I feel I have to show some respect.”

“What’s this?” Kelly murmurs, looking between us. “Thankful for what?”

I smirk at her. For a young thing who said she was shy, she seems to find it pretty easy to put herself forward. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. The war between her shyness and her true nature – her sexy-as-fuck confidence – is one of the things I’m looking forward to most, being there as my innocent curvy virgin flowers into her true personality.

I wave a hand. “It’s nothing.”

Jerry shakes his head. “It was certainly not nothing, sir. But I’m sure you don’t want to hear it, ma’am. You’d prefer your drinks.”

I’m nodding, but of course, my sassy queen has got something else to say about it. I can’t help but laugh gruffly at the flaring confidence in her expression, the absolute fucking beauty of that light in her eyes, the beckoning glint that’s going to lead our family through the rest of our lives.

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