Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
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*** Season Eight Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich
Chapter Sixty-eight: "The parentals"
"-Okay, Mo-mee, I'll talk to you then. Bye-bye. Love you, too," I growled into the phone, anxious to end the call already. She'd called me, like, fifteen times since telling me she was on her way to the airport.
Noah pressed himself against my backside and started kissing down my exposed shoulder and collarbone.
"Can you behave for once?" I giggled, but tried to sound mad.
"You can try and make me," he smirked, trying to peel my dress up.
"Babe, stop," I whined, "I have so much to do around here it's not even funny."
He exhaled and made an animated angry face that made me laugh.
"You're too cute, bud," I beamed, pushing him against the sink harder than intended.
His eyebrow raised and he went "Oh?"
I bit down on my lip, shaking my head, and tried walking away to start my cleaning but he pulled me back.
My eyes rolled back and I let out an airy laugh.
He pulled my ponytail and exposed my neck to him so he could suck it and I couldn't help but moan.
"Alright, alright," I gave in, panting for breath as I managed to pull away. I wiped my lips and put my palms to his rock hard chest. "Give me space for, like, two hours, then I'm all yours."
"Come on, babe, that's two hours too long and we had plans," he complained but I found him so adorable.
"I know, I'm sorry, but I'll make it worth it," I flirted, finding his length along his thigh through his sweatpants.
He buckled and said, "Okay, don't do that. See, it's not me - it's always you."
"Is not," I barked back, tightening my ponytail as I circled around the island.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Noah said, raiding my refrigerator.
"Tell me what?" I asked curiously, as I got out my vacuum from the utility closet.
He swallowed a grape and said, "Sky asked me to be her best man. Like, a Maid of Honor except... I'm a man; her fiancé is the girl in the relationship so, she has a maid of honor? I don't know."
