The next day

Marc POV

I had ended my trip with six new clients, seventeen renewals and two maybe's. It ended up being a good trip but now I was ready to get home to my wife. Yesterday after her little show, I made some phone calls and was able to leave earlier than expected. I called up my pilot and at four am Canadian time, I headed to the airport and now I was landing back in Wonderland.

We had been here majority of the summer and unfortunately it was time to head back to New Orleans. I was sure she missed her dad and wanted to see him so I had arrange for us to leave this upcoming weekend.

Touching down on the beautiful island I couldn't help but smile. In the last six months, Mel and I had made lasting memories. We had our favorite restaurants and shopping areas and we even had wonderful make out spots.

"Sir your car is ready," my pilot announced. I grabbed my briefcase and exited the plane.

I wanted to surprise her. She wasn't expecting me until this evening so hopeful she could really show me how much she missed me.

Melanie POV

I had just finished taking an early morning swim. I had awakened early and to clear my head, I headed straight to the beach. Since being here, the stress that once consumed me was no longer. I felt refreshed but I was also ready to see my dad and my best friend. Don't get me wrong I loved it here but home was home.

I'll tell you being married to Marc was so different than being his assistant. He was kind and loving and there was also something about that which made my juices flow. I wasn't sure if it was the way he looked at me, or just the feel of his skin or maybe it was the way he simply kissed me, but somehow my mind, body soul couldn't deny him.

He was already my sensei when it came to the matters of the heart. For someone that once wasn't interested in having kids but a career, I was ready to give in to him. I could imagine two little adorable children running around calling out our names. They would probably have Marc wrapped around their fingers and me too. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Mrs. Hernandez your breakfast is ready,"Abraham said as I walked back in the house.

"Can you bring it upstairs?"

"Yes ma'am."

I headed upstairs. Since Marc wasn't coming home to later on today, I was going to go out and do a little shopping. Dommi was headed to Africa with Vlad and Nico while Mona was in New York on business. They had offered me a spot but I wanted to be home when Marc got back.

I sat outside on the balcony and ate. The warm breeze was comforting as I watched the waves crawl across the shore. The sun was almost center and the clouds dissipated almost in a blink of an eye. I watched two birds fly across the water and danced a jubilee as they took away their own breakfast.

I took a bite of my ham and cheese omelet and almost puked at the taste. I wondered if I had eaten them so much, that I didn't want them anymore. Looking down at my plate, I felt like I was all of a sudden starving. I took some butter, cream cheese, strawberry preserves, half of my omelet and crumbled up the remaining bacon sticking it in between my bagel. I took a bite. Yummy! The flavors were popping in my mouth. I gobbled it down and actually wanted more.

I ate some fruit and finished my juice. I couldn't believe I was still hungry. Maybe my swim had taken a lot out of me. I called downstairs and asked Abraham to fix me some french toast, with hot butter, strawberries and warm syrup and a fried egg along with a glass of mango juice. He paused as I gave him my order.

"I'll get right on it."

"Thanks Abraham."

I pulled my hair up, tied up my robe and headed to my dream closet. I picked out a cute strapless Chanel green jumper pairing it with some gold Prada sandals along with the matching gold belt. I went into my jewelry box and coordinated with some handmade earrings, bracelets and necklaces I had bought on the island.

Abraham knocked on the door with my tray.

"Thank you. You can sit it on the table by the sofa."

He did. He poured my juice in the glass and uncovered my food. I noticed he had this goofy looking grin on his face.

"Are you okay Abraham?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You have this goofy grin on your face."

"Oh my apologizes."

"No it's just you are always so serious."

"It's just a beautiful day."

"That it is."

"I will leave you to your second breakfast. Ring if you need me."

Sarcastic much Mr. Belverdere? I thought to myself.

"Can you check my bath water?"

He nodded and I heard the water being turned off. I started to eat and soon after, I was satisfied leaving dirty dishes on the tray. I was so full, I thought about taking a nap but it was a pretty day and I wanted to enjoy it.

Stepping in the bathroom, I headed straight to the tub. Abraham had poured some bubbles in and the aroma of sweet mandarin filled the air. I eased in enjoying the warm water. Closing my eyes I started to relax placing the face towel on my eyes.

"May I join you?"

Wait? Why did that voice sound like Marc's? He wasn't coming back until later on tonight. Okay I had to be dreaming. Right? Maybe I was addicted to him, possibly. I bet its those damn flowers playing with my mind. Damn you Dommi! Damn you! Oh Lord I'm answering myself, I've fallen off the deep end, somebody save me please!

I heard a snicker.

I raised the towel up and opened one eye and moved it to my left.

"Am I dreaming?"

There was another chuckle.

I opened my other eye and there he was in the flesh. Damn he looked good with his after five shadow. That tight polo that stretch showed his muscles and he looked scrumptious and those jeans fit him perfectly. I wanted to just slop him up like biscuits and white gravy.

I jumped up almost falling but he caught me. I jumped in his arms buttass naked and just started kissing him all over.

"Well I wasn't expecting this," he said laughing. His shirt was wet and small bubbles lingered on his face.

"Gawd I've missed you."

"I can tell."

He held on to me and I leaned my head against his. "You didn't tell me you were coming home this early."

"I figured I would surprise you."

"You have no idea how much I've been waiting for you to get back here." I kissed him on the neck.

"Maybe I need to leave more often."

"No, no, no. If so I'm coming with you."

"I would like that. I remember when you loved getting a break from me."

"That was when you worried the hell out of me, but now I can't get enough of you Sensei."

He raised back. "I like that. Say it again."

"Sensei," I repeated. I kept repeating it as I whispered it against his neck. I sucked on it and he moaned.

I pulled back and he captured my lips. I held on to him as he walked us back in the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and proceeded to strip out of his clothes. I crawled up on my knees and helped him. The faster they were off the quicker we could get this private party started.

Once his shirt was off, I kissed him on his chest. Rubbing and nibbling I worked my way back up to his throat. He raised me up where I was now standing on the bed and he went certified muff diving straight to my core. My pearl pulsated against his tongue and the heat, well let's just say the fire and brimstone was coming down heavily against my blistering walls.

I called out his name, not caring who heard me. His face was buried so deep inside of me he had to gripped each side of my ass to keep me from falling over. My fingers were tangled in his hair as my body triturated below.

"Babbeeeeeeee, oh yes! Oh my my, damnya, toodamngood!" I called out before my body jerked releasing only a quarter of my pent up sexual thirst. I trembled and before I knew it I was on my stomach. I heard his zipper and when I looked back he was standing in all his glory. I licked my lips. I wanted a taste until I felt his hand slap my backside. My walls shook wanting more.

Just like a dog in heat, I tooted up and another slap. This time I damn never howled. He kissed me along my spine stroking my flesh with the padding of his soft fingertips. I was ready to do anything for my next fix. He was an addiction I could never let go.

"God I love you," he whispered in my ear before spreading my legs taking his seat at my throne. My arm crooked around his neck and his braced me below my breasts. I tilted my head and he took control. Back and forth, side to side, he was apart of me and I was apart of him.

"Oh Mel, babe."

He worked my body and using the other hand he rested it against my strip. I had to swallow because I knew what was coming next. I waited and my body was wavering in anticipation.

"Oh no," he said sliding out. He flipped me over, spread my legs and went so deep I thought I had lost consciousness for just a moment. Oh yes my sensei was working me and I was loving every single second of it.

He pushed my knees up to my chest and strike after strike my voice became three to four different octaves. I was about to become a verified soprano when he stopped and slammed back into me.

"Shiiiiiiiiitttttttttt, dammmmnnnm!" Was all I could say when my body leaned forward and shook like a seven point earthquake. He came too and the warmth I felt exploding in me felt so good.

He lifted me and I was now the one on top. His hands roamed up my stomach and cupped my melons. He swiped his thumbs across my ripen buds. I watched as he stared at them and I whimpered.

"They seem different."

"What?" My eyes were slowly closing enjoying his touch.

"Your nipples look larger and your breasts are bigger and heavier."

"No they are not. You have been gone  too long." I guided his hands across them.

"Yes they are. I know your body probably better than you do."

"Probably because it's getting close for Aunt Flo to visit." Man, they did seem a little more sensitive than usual.

"Maybe, but they aren't normally like this."

I looked down at them and they looked the same to me. I always do my monthly exams and they seem fine.

"Let me try something." He leaned up and put one in his mouth. He teased and sucked which sent a bolt of electricity straight to my core. I smashed his head against me until he was almost merged with my own skin.

"Yes, oh yes."

He moved on to the next one giving it the same attention and I found myself moving down below. I could feel him starting to rise below and I was ready to ride the train again.

"Do that again." He had taken the tip of his tongue and twirled the bud between his lips.

Moments later I was back on the M train, singing out to the heavens. It started off as a slow grind but quickly escalated into a hardcore porn live action movie. We both called out drained and exhausted. This round had soothed my salvage beast. I couldn't keep my eyes open as the full body workout left me weak. He pulled me in his arms.

I yawned. "Nap time."

He kissed me on the forehead and we went to sleep.

Hours later we showered and headed out to the city enjoying the parade. It was right at brunch when we stopped and ate.

"I would like the ten ounce sirloin with garlic butter topped with cilantro lime hollandaise sauce and crabmeat. I want a twice baked potato with all the fixings with extra butter and cheese. I also want the caesar salad with extra croutons. Let's see what I want to drink. Ah yes a mango ice tea with lemon and limes on the side and a glass of water. That should do it." I smiled at the waiter.

Marc was quiet. I looked up from the dessert menu and he was just staring at me.

"What? I'm hungry."

"Mel honey, you do know two people could eat off your plate and be stuffed."

"Well I'm not sharing."

"I'll take the Tandoori salmon with the asparagus with a caesar salad and a glass of your Valdespino Innocente fino."

"Splendid choice sir," the waiter said collecting our menus.

He chuckled at me and sat back in his chair.

"Okay I was thinking."

"About?"

"I want to go back to work."

His eyebrows hunched.

"Why?"

"Because I miss the hustle and bustle."

"I've already filled your position."

"I know. I was thinking I could generate small accounts. There are a lot of small businesses that could use our help."

"I'm listening."

"According to the US Small Business Administration, there are close to twenty-eight million small businesses in America which accounts for fifty-four percent of all U.S. sales. Small businesses provide fifty-five percent of all jobs and sixty-six percent of all net new jobs since the 1970s. The 600,000 plus franchised small businesses in the U.S. account for forty percent of all retail sales and provide jobs for some eight million people. The small business sector in America occupies 30-50% of all commercial space, an estimated 20-34 billion square feet."

"Maybe your nickname should be Wikipedia or Google."

"Very funny. I was thinking of going after them. Most people don't even know how to invest money or that it takes just a small amount. Especially minority businesses. They struggle to stay a float. I was also thinking about doing symposiums in minority communities to help create wealth. I want to teach them how to become financially smarter."

"Sounds like a good idea but that would take up so much time."

"Actually it wouldn't. My theory is to start it as a grassroots effort. You reach a selected few and they teach. I would train them myself. Once they got the hang of it, then they could open a small office and bring in business for us."

"And if it fails?"

"Then I can say I tried. I know with you as a partner it won't. We could be the dream team."

"You write up your proposal and I will think about. I need to know the initial investment and projected outcomes."

"Well since you asked. BAM!"
I pulled out the nice leather bound notebook with black leather tabs in the inside.

"I'm impressed."

"Thank you."

He flipped through it. "I'll make you a deal."

"I'm listening."

"I will read it on the way back home on Sunday. I will give you an answer by the end of next week."

I jumped up from the table and hugged him.

"I'm not saying yes and I'm not saying no. Either way you can't be mad if I decline your offer."

"I understand. If you do accept it, you can have whatever you want."

"I will take that into consideration." He passed it back to me and I put it in my purse.

The waiter came back with our food and everything looked delicious. Taking a bite of my steak, something tasted off.

"What's wrong Miss? Is it not to your liking?"

"The sauce tastes a little sour."

"The chef makes it fresh for each plate."

I took another bite and scrunched up my nose pushing the plate back.

"Let me taste." Marc took a bite and shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with it."

I brought the plate up to my nose. Taking a whiff I really didn't want it anymore.

"Would you like something else?" The waiter asked.

"Why don't you try the salmon." Marc pushed his plate over and I took a bite.

"Mhm, it's good."

"We will just switch," Marc told him.

I dug in.

"I will have to get this next time. This salmon is really good."

"Glad you are enjoying." I saw him taking the crabmeat off the steak and pushing it to the side. I grabbed my baked potato off his plate and mushed it up.

We finished our main course and I ordered a slice of strawberry turtle cheesecake with extra whipped cream. It was so good I wanted to slap somebody. I shared a bite with Marc but he mostly sat and watched me.

"So we are leaving on Sunday? I am going to miss this place. The beautiful weather, the sandy beaches and the wonderful views."

"We can come back anytime."

"I know but I'm still going to miss it here."

"I'm glad you like it here. So when we get back do you want to find something comparable. There are a few houses on the market back home you may like."

"I think we should wait. Trying to move is going to be too much especially if you agree to my proposal."

"I think we should consider this option sooner rather than later."

"Okay if you think so."

We left the restaurant and walked downtown. The island was a buzzing with carriage rides and taxies. Although the island was secluded, there were quite a few residents along with small businesses. Ian and Dommi owned a great deal of the island but there was a lot of modern technology all around us. Quaint little historic buildings lined the streets with restaurants and retail space along with other businesses.

We stopped in a few stores browsing but nothing tickled my fancy. We stopped at a few more places and then decided to head back home. In the car I rested my head against his shoulder.

"Tired?"

I yawned. "Yeah."

"We have about twenty minutes before we reach home. I will wake then."

"Okay." I yawned again and was out like a light instantly.

Marc POV

I pulled over at one of the drugstores. I left Mel in the car since her snoring had become a new top ten single. I found the aisle I was looking. So many choices. I grabbed one of each and headed to the counter.

The cashier gave me the eye and laughed. "If I were you, I recommend this one."

"Knowing my wife, she won't take the word of just one."

"Okay if you say so."

I paid for my purchases and got back in the car. She was still in LaLa Land so I kissed her on the forehead and we headed home.

"Are we home yet?"

"About to pull up in the front now."

She stretched out her arms and yawned. I opened her car door and escorted her in.

"What did you buy and when did you buy it?"

"When you were sleep."

"What's in the bag?"

"Something for you dear wife." I laughed.

"I love surprises." She clapped her hands. "Let me see! Let me see!" She looked so happy bobbling from left to right.

I passed her the bag. She looked inside and that smile went blank. Digging in she pulled out one of the boxes.

"A pregnancy test?"

"I think you are."

"Please I would know if I was." She fanned me.

"Can you just humor me?"

"I'm not pregnant."

"I've been back for less than," I looked at my watch, "eight hours and you have shown many of the signs."

"So you're a doctor now? Boy please." She started with the neck roll and pointing of the finger.

"Symptoms...like what?!"

"Heavy boobs which I love by the way, eating like a six hundred pound man, and snoring as if you're a foghorn for the night ships."

"My boobs are fine! Are you calling me fat? I do not snore for your information."

"Baby all the island heard you."

She slapped me on the arm and folded hers while she tapped her foot. Here comes Mrs. Attitude, wait for it...

"In all seriousness can you take one of them. The lady at the store recommended this one."

"So you done put my business all up in the street Marcelin Hernandez? Whatever, fine, I will take yo old stupid test, but be prepared when the red line appears." She mumbled something but I couldn't make out the words.

I smiled and chuckled. She had too be. I wanted her to be.

"Well you're coming with me."

"You