Page 81 of The Wrong Billionaire
After a walk around the farm to encourage our breakfast to go down, Marcus and I get ready to go out, and before long we’re off in the Bentley with the top down.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” I ask, and he shakes his head and laughs.
I suppose the guy deserves his fun after giving me an amazing orgasm last night. I’m still reeling from it. I find myself having flashbacks of how it felt to have his tongue and fingers teasing me, and what it felt like to come with him inside me. If this happens to most people, it’s no wonder there’s so much written about sex.
I look out of the window at the rolling Waikato countryside, feeling an unusual flare of anger at the history of my lackluster love life. It’s hard to blame my previous partners, because I think they were even more clueless about sex than I was, if that’s possible. No man is born knowing how to please a woman, and if you go by the movies, women are ready for penetration in seconds and come with just a few thrusts.
But Marcus seemed to understand that it takes time for me to get aroused. And not only that; he was prepared to spend time doing it. He actually seemed to enjoy the process.
Will sex with him be like that every time? Or was it a one-off, to show he could make me come, and next time he’ll lose patience and forget about my pleasure? There’s no way of knowing except to try again… and for the first time in my life, I find myself looking forward to having sex.
We pass a signpost, and my heart gives a jolt. It said Matamata, and under that, ‘The Shire’s Rest – Hobbiton Movie Set Tours’.
I stare at Marcus. He’s wearing sunglasses, so I can’t see his eyes, but his big grin tells me what I need to know.
“We’re going to Hobbiton?” I say breathlessly.
He nods. “You haven’t been, right?”
“No…” I’ve never had the money to spend on a tour. “Oh my God…”
“I was worried if I told you too early you’d want to dress up like Galadriel or Eowyn,” he says. “Although now I’m wondering if that would have been an advantage…” He mimes being thoughtful, then laughs.
I’m speechless. Not just becauseThe Lord of the Ringsis my favorite book and movie trilogy of all time, but because he’s been thoughtful enough to arrange something he knows I’ll enjoy. “Oh, Marcus…”
“We’re having a private tour,” he says. “They’ll take us around the movie set and the Hobbit Holes, and then we’ll have a drink in the Green Dragon Inn.”
My jaw drops. “A private tour? That must have cost you a fortune.”
“Benefits of being married to a rich guy,” he says.
“Damn straight! Oh… thank you so much!”
“Should be fun.” He grins again, clearly thrilled I’m so happy.
It only takes us another five minutes to arrive. We park in the huge car park, and then he locks the car, and we head toward the Shire’s Rest, tucked in the Kaimai Ranges. It’s a converted woolshed, Marcus tells me, with a large café, a ticketing office, and a shop.
“We’ll go around the shop when we finish,” he assures me, “and I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
“I’m in heaven,” I reply, “I swear it. This is a dream come true.”
“I’m so pleased you’re happy.” He takes my hand. “Come on, let’s find our guide.”
In less than ten minutes, we’re sitting in a Range Rover, being driven through the 1,250-acre sheep farm by Jolanda, a lovely woman in her forties who is super excited when she finds out we’re on our honeymoon.
“How wonderful!” She beams at us in her rear-view mirror. “We’ll make sure you have a fantastic time today.”
“I already know we will,” I say as she travels along the winding road to the movie set. Marcus’s hand is warm on mine. He’s hardly let go of it, and I’m enjoying his possessiveness, and the way he always introduces me as ‘my wife, Wren.’
“Wren’s a big fan,” Marcus states.
“Jolly good,” Jolanda replies, “We loveThe Lord of the Ringsnerds here.”
Marcus chuckles and squeezes my hand. He’s even more charismatic when he’s excited about something, and he radiates happiness now he knows how much this means to me.
Over the next two-and-a-half hours, Jolanda takes us on a walking tour through the twelve-acre site. She tells us lots of fascinating details about how the Hobbiton movie set was created, and stops frequently to allow us to take photos.
I take hundreds: of the Hobbit Holes—especially the special ones like Sam’s House and Bag End—of the Party Tree, and of all the amazing details that the creators have spent such time over. And Jolanda takes lots of photos of the two of us as well, which I love.
