It has been far too long since I updated this story and I apologize. Thank you all who are still sticking around to read this story. I lost my muse for this story for a while, then I got it back, and I was trying to figure out a way to stop having things being so repetitive. I don't think I've found that way, so this isn't as detailed. But after I got it back I lost it again and then tonight I figured I'd give it a shot, try to finish this chapter, and here it is! This isn't the last chapter of this story but I think we're getting close. Apparently, as I've been told, a lot of people are losing interest. So, I don't know, but enjoy this chapter for now!

"Shit!" She screamed and fell onto his body. Her breath was coming in quick, short bursts. "Oh, God, Bri," she moaned, her eyes closing.

He thrust into her a couple more times, before stopping, rubbing her back. "You're incredible, Liv."

She smiled and moved her head to look at him. "You always are." She leaned in and kissed him gently, their lips barely touching. She let out a gentle breath and rested her forehead on his. "I love you so much."

He ran his hands up her back. "I love you too." He pulled her into another kiss and rolled them over, looking down at her, brushing her hair back behind her ear. "Where are we going today, mon chérie?"

"Mm, you're learning quickly; I love it." She kissed him again and then looked up into his eyes again. "Well, I was thinking we could go to the Palais Garnier. It's the opera house that inspired Phantom of the Opera, then maybe we head over to the Île Saint Louis, bring a blanket, some wine and munchies and just relax."

He smiled and caressed her face. "That sounds perfect, baby."

She kissed him again. "You know what's great about Paris?"

"Mm, what's that?"

"PDA is encouraged, so while we lay out on the Seine, and watch the boats or the people, we can steal passionate kisses, all day long."

"Wine, cheeses, meats, figs, and my incredibly sexy wife, sounds perfect to me." He smirked and kissed her gently.

She kissed him back and smiled. "Come on, let's get dressed," she whispered. She climbed off of him, walking to the closet in the suite. She looked back at Brian. "See something you like?" He climbed off the bed and walked over to her. She was bending down to get something from her suitcase and he slapped her ass. She gasped and shot up looking at him. A Cheshire cat grin stretched across her face. "I'm going to be walking around Paris soaking wet today, aren't I?" she asked in a whisper.

He smirked and pulled her close, their naked bodies pressing together. He could feel her arousal on his thigh. "Appears so," he whispered in her ear, his hands trailing up her body.

She lifted her eyes to meet his. "You keep going we're never gonna leave."

He smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I know," he kissed her gently.

She broke the kiss. "You know, as tempting as it is to take care of this now… We could walk around all day, getting increasingly worked up. Then tonight, when we get back, we'll be ripping each other's clothes off, unable to keep our hands off each other. It'll be…" she closed her eyes and let out a breath.

He looked down at her, her pupils had dilated her breath was heavy, her arousal was evident. "You sure?"

She swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip. "Mmhmm." She took a deep breath. "I got a few tricks up my sleeve to tease the hell out of you all day."

He smirked. "We should get dressed then, because as open and free as Paris is, I'm sure that nudity is still frowned upon in public."

She smiled and took out a dress and a bra and panty set and walked into the bathroom to get dressed, Brian's eyes on her ass as she walked. She slipped into the light blue and white lace undergarments before stepping into the form fitting light blue Chanel dress that fell just below her knee. She walked out of the bathroom and turned around. "Zip me up, baby?" she asked over her shoulder.

He gently ran his hands over her body, so lightly his fingers barely touched her. He heard her gasp, saw her tilt her head to the side. His hands met at her lower back, gently tugging the zipper up. He moved her hair out of the way and pulled her back towards him kissing her neck. "You're so beautiful, Liv. So sexy," he whispered in her ear.

She let out a soft moan. "Mm, Bri," she whined. Her core was throbbing, aching for him. She arched her back and squeezed her thighs together, desperate to relieve some of the pressure.

He gripped her hips. "It is going to be so hard not to touch you until tonight. I can see how aroused you are, it's so hot baby."

Olivia's hands rested over his. "It's going to be nearly impossible, but it'll be so worth it. It's just going to be absolute torture."

"Just know that when I get you back into this room, I'm ripping that dress off of you, throwing you on that bed, and fucking you like you've never been fucked before, I'll make you come so many times you won't be able to breathe."

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a sound between a moan, a gasp, and a squeal. "Dear fuck, Brian," she seethed. "Do you realize that you're going to make me come before you ever touch me tonight? Like in about two seconds?"

"Yeah?" he asked, biting her ear. "Come on baby, it'll be the first of many," he smirked. "Let it wash over you, baby. They'll get better and better as the day goes on until tonight you'll be having one after another, almost on top of each other."

Olivia nearly fell over. It wasn't an earth shattering orgasm, but it was a taste of a much needed sweet release. "Mm," she whined, gripping his hands tighter in her own. Her thighs squeezed together tighter. She sighed and smiled, resting her head back on his shoulder, kissing him gently. "We should get going, baby. Or we're never going to leave." She winked and pulled away from him.

They walked out of the hotel room and walked hand in hand around for a little bit, before arriving at the opera house. Olivia looked up at it. "It's beautiful."

He smiled and her and kissed her temple. "Not nearly as beautiful as you, let's head inside." He took her hand and walked inside the opera house with her. He saw her look around and it was obvious that she was taken aback, but how could one not be, the inside of the opera house was absolutely exquisite. They walked to where the stage was and they wandered onto the stage. Brian stood behind her.

He wrapped his arms around her and got his mouth close to her ear, singing the lyrics to The Music of the Night just above a whisper. "Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Trust me, touch me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin; let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night."

She rested against him and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "Mm," she turned in his arms. "I love you, have I mentioned that lately?"

He smirked and shrugged. "Only a few times."

She caressed his face. "I'll be your Christine."

"As long as you don't leave me for a Raul."

She looked at him, cocking her head. "You are my Raul."

He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, pulling her closer. He broke the kiss and ran his hands up her back. "You want to walk around a little more, or pick up some wine and cheese and meats, head over to the Seine?"

She smiled. "As much as I love it here, I think I want to head over to the Île Saint Louis. I just want to lay with you on a blanket and watch the boats go by. I think I got the most beautiful experience I could have ever asked for here," she kissed him gently and took his hands in her own. "Come on."

They walked out of the opera house, hand in hand, to a little bodega not far from the Seine. They picked up a bottle of wine, a few different kinds of cheeses and meats, figs, and a blanket and walked out to the boats to take them to the Île. Once they arrived, they found a grassy spot by the water's edge that they could still see around them, but was secluded and slightly private. They lay on the blanket and Olivia stole a kiss. "You set up the wine and goodies, I need to run to the bathroom, I'll be right back," she winked.

She got up and walked away, Brian watching her. He poured them each some wine and pulled out the cheese, meats, and figs and looked out at the water. This was really happening. He was on his honeymoon, in the most romantic city in the world, with the only woman he ever truly loved.

Olivia went to the bathroom and slipped her panties off, holding them between her hands as she quickly made her way back to Brian, getting a few whistles and a few offers along the way. She rolled her eyes. "Sorry, boys, I'm on my honeymoon." She sat next to Brian, slipping her panties into his jeans pocket and picking up her wine glass. "There are creeps everywhere."

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes full of concern and worry.

She smiled at his concern and she caressed his face. "I'm perfect," she whispered, crossing her legs at the ankles. "A few guys hit on me on the way back," she shrugged.

He kissed her palm and then her lips. He slipped his hand into his pocket to see what she slipped in and pulled out her panties. "Oh, Fuck, Liv," he groaned, shoving them back into his pocket and pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

She let out a moan and pulled away from the kiss slowly. "They weren't doing me any good, I figured they'd do you better than they were doing me."

"Torture," he mumbled.

She picked up a fig and bit into it, her eyes boring into his. "That's the point."

He watched the juices from the fig drip down her chin and when she pulled the succulent fruit away from her lips he pulled her into a kiss, before kissing the juice off her skin. "So sweet."

She gasped and giggled. "Mm, somebody's horny," she said in a sing song tone, eating the rest of the fruit.

He smirked and pushed her down, climbing on top of her, looking down into her eyes. "I'd say judging by your panties in my pocket, it would be both of us."

She ran her hands over his chest, looking up at him. "Ah, but I've been horny since we left the hotel. This is old news." She propped herself up on her elbows and took a sip of her wine, looking into his eyes. "Come on, baby, let's enjoy the sunset on the Seine and then we'll go back to the hotel and you can make love to me all night long."

He looked at her, gently kissing her neck before he climbed off of her, lying next to her, sipping his own wine and popping a piece of cheese in his mouth. "Alright, alright."

She cuddled up against him, her wine glass in her hand. They nibbled on the snacks they brought with them and sipped on the wine. They made small talk and stole kisses as the day drew to a close. They watched the boats go past on the water and they watched as the sun started to set. "This is breathtaking," she whispered, a smile on her face, tears in her eyes.

He kissed the top of her head and smiled. "The company is pretty stunning too." She looked up at him and he noticed the tears in her eyes. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

She shook her head. "We're here. We're in Paris, on our honeymoon," she whispered and wiped her eyes. "Fifteen years ago did you ever think we'd end up here?" she asked gently.

He looked at her. "You and me," he shook his head. "I honestly didn't think I'd see you again when I left. It broke my heart. A part of me died when I realized I probably wouldn't ever see you again. When you walked into that interrogation room, that part of me came back to life. I knew this was my second chance, and I'd be damned if I was going to let you walk away again without even trying."

She smiled. "Our first night back together, I knew. I knew I was right where I belonged, where I should have been all along; and I was finally ready to admit it. I was ready to let someone take care of me, to let someone love me."

He looked into her eyes. "I'm so glad that you let that person be me."

She caressed his face. "Who else would it be? You're the only one who ever truly loved me."

"David loved you," he pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. "Bri, David promised me he wasn't going anywhere; that he'd always be there. He didn't keep that promise. When it comes down to it, you're the only one who has never broken a promise to me. You're the only one who's never hurt me," she whispered.

He looked into her eyes. "Did you love him?"

She took a deep breath. "I cared for him, deeply, but I don't know that I'd call it love. We weren't together that long. Even if I did, I wasn't in love with him. Brian Cassidy I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you." She kissed him soundly and then looked into his eyes. "How about we stop talking about David and go back to the hotel and ravish each other for the rest of the night?"

He looked into her eyes and smiled. "That sounds absolutely perfect, Liv. Come on." They stood up and packed up their things and walked hand in hand to the ferry and then walked back to the hotel.

When they got back into the room, Brian's lips were on hers in an instant, picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and she let out a gentle moan. She broke the kiss and smiled, feeling his lips on her neck. "Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. I have an idea." She hopped out of his arms and she grabbed all the pillows and blankets she could find, setting them on the floor in front of the balcony doors and she looked at Brian. "Come on, let's be romantic newlyweds and make love in front of the Eifel Tower," she said, putting her hand out.

Brian walked over to her. They quickly undressed and he lay her down on the mound of pillows and blankets. He climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately. They made love all night, bringing each other to earth shattering orgasm after orgasm until the sun came up. They finally curled up in each other's arms in the cocoon of blankets and pillows they made and fell fast asleep.

A/N: Thanks for reading, please review here or on Twitter, UnbrokenBarista. I'm not sure where I'm going to bring the next chapter, if I'll continue them in Paris or if I'll have them back in Manhattan with the kids for a chapter and then do an epilogue. I don't know, we'll see. Thanks again for reading.