Poppy’s toes curled as Valerian’s lips brushed the top of her head.

“I wish more people knew about this side of you,” she whispered. “The whole world thinks all the stuff Camelia wrote in her book is true, and it just makes me sad—”

Valerian tipped his wife’s chin up so she could see the truth in his eyes. “I only care about what you think.” And God’s, but admitting this was still something he was slowly working on. “I only care about saying and doing the things that will make you swoon—”

“Like what you’re doing now?”

“I haven’t even started, love.”

As Valerian led her up the air steps, Poppy tried to think of something that could be a bigger surprise – literally or figuratively – than purchasing a top-of-the-line private jet.

“Ready?”

Valerian took her hand as he guided her inside, and all Poppy could do was gasp as confetti exploded from dozens of party poppers.

While the guests to her birthday party at home had consisted of family and friends, the ones surrounding her now were all the employees who had stuck by her husband and passionately defended him even when the whole world saw Valerian as a villain.

She had told him once that she was trying to think of a really special way to thank all of them…

“You’ve all been told that we’re flying to Washington DC to talk about our involvement with Risto. That was a lie. This is actually a nonstop flight to Paris, and we’ll be touring Europe in the next two weeks. All expenses shouldered by the company, of course.”

Everyone was crying and rejoicing, and his wife was no exception.

“Happy birthday, love.”

His wife cried even harder after that, and everyone laughed and clapped their hands while yelling encouragement as Valerian swept Poppy up in his arms.

“Where are you taking me?” his wife asked.

“That was just the first half of my surprise…”

Valerian settled Poppy back on her feet when they were inside the master bedroom.

Poppy’s eyes widened when her husband started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Um…”

His smirk said it all, and Poppy tried to make a run for it.

But she failed, as expected, and Valerian only laughed at the way his wife hurriedly covered her mouth as if not wanting to accidentally let everyone know what they were about to do.

“They already know, Poppy. Do you really think they’d imagine us doing anything different?”

His wife let out a strangled gasp, but this quickly turned into a moan as he started undressing her…while kissing his way down her body.

“Now, how do you want to register your membership in the mile-high club?”

Poppy was about to laugh when her husband suddenly pressed a kiss over her mouth.

“That’s Tier 1…”

And then he was kneading and squeezing her breasts before sucking hard on her nipples.

“That’s Tier 2…”

Poppy nearly arched off the bed when his head disappeared between her legs, and aaaaaah.

“Is t-this T-Tier 3?” she gasped.

Her husband didn’t answer, with his mouth too busy devouring her pussy.

The End

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