Chapter 16.3

Tears glistened in her eyes as she knelt in front of me.

"Mikey," she whispered wiping my tears away.

Helping her up we said our vows to each other as I held her close to me, giving her all the support she needed.

She begged me to dance with her and having no choice I obliged her request.

"You do know you are doing most of the work," she mumbled standing on his toes.

"Good," I can't wait for my reward I told her with a mischievous smile before my father cut our dance short requesting he dance with his daughter ? in-law.

Standing beside Benjamin I could see his eyes following Natasha as she danced with little Ethan.

"It seems you fulfilled your promise Mike. You married the girl after all."

"Yes I did indeed. But it seems soon we will be attending your wedding," he said glancing over at Tasha.

"Hmmm," Benjamin murmured taking a sip of his champaign. "You might be on to something."

Chuckling Michael patted his friends shoulder. "Follow your heart my friend," he said heading back to the dance floor.

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"You look breathtaking dear, I can see why my son fell for you," he said as they danced slowly

"Thank you... dad," she said with a smile.

Swaying to the music Michael returned and swept her off her fee using the excuse that she was tired.

Settling her down onto her feet they cut the cake after Benjamin and Natasha had said their congratulatory speeches.

"Hmmm chocolate cake with strawberries, my favourite," she murmured as Michael carefully fed her a piece.

"Only the best for you querido," he said before eating his piece out of her hand.

Pulling him down she whispered against his lips, "You have something over here," she said kissing him slowly.

"You don't have to use that excuse to kiss me querida. I am all yours for the taking whenever, wherever you want me," he murmured huskily pulling her closer to him.

After saying their farewells they left on Michaels private jet. Giddy with excitement she kept on asking Michael where they were going but he refused. Slowly undoing the top buttons of his shirt he asked, "Mi amore what are you doing?"

"Oh nothing," she sighed as she slowly ran a finger over his exposed chest settling in his lap.

Blowing warm breath into his ear she started to kiss him loving how fast he responded to her. His pulse quickened as she softly bit his lower lip trailing more kisses over his tatoo.

"Jo," he breathed out before she plunged her tongue into his mouth only to pull away abruptly.

"Tell me Mikey," she whispered begging him.

He just stared at her probably debating if he should tell her. Pulling apart his shirt, buttons flew in every direction exposing his upper body to her.

"Jo, what are you doing?" He asked afraid the stewardess would walk in on them.

"Mikey, please tell me," she said blowing hot breath over his skin as she kissed him going down. Tugging at his pants buckle he blurted out, "Haven island," making her look up at him with a smirk.

"We are going to our private island," he said pulling himself together, just as their stewardess walked in with their refreshments.

"See, now that wasn't hard, was it?" She said looking down at his pants with a knowing smile.

"You are going to be the death of me woman," he mumbled leaving her to change his shirt.

They landed a few hours later and drove to the house. Carrying her over the threshold an up to their room he threw her on the bed unceremoniously.

End