Chapter 1: The Proposal Afterglow
The clock struck 1:00 AM as Gambit and Rogue stood at the grand entrance of the Hôtel de Luxe, an opulent Parisian haven with gilded arches and crystal chandeliers casting a warm, seductive glow over the marble floors. The night air was thick with the scent of romance and the distant hum of the city. Rogue, her yellow and green super suit hugging every curve of her statuesque frame—those 55 inches of pure power in her hips and the breathtaking 88U swell of her chest—glanced at the towering doors with a raised brow. Her long brown hair, streaked with that iconic white, cascaded over her shoulder as she turned to Gambit, her brown eyes narrowing.
‘Remy, this place looks like it costs a damn fortune. How the hell did you afford it?’ she demanded, her Southern drawl sharp as a blade, hands on her hips.
Gambit, all 28 years of chiseled perfection in his black and purple super suit, smirked. His short, curly brown hair framed a face that could charm the devil himself, and those ten-pack abs were practically begging to be touched. He leaned in, his voice a low, Cajun purr. ‘Chère, I saved up. How d’you think you’re wearin’ a 10K ring on that pretty finger?’
Rogue’s eyes widened, a gasp escaping her full lips as she glanced at the dazzling diamond on her hand, still warm from the Eiffel Tower proposal just hours ago. ‘Ten thousand?! Remy, that’s too much! You could’ve bought me a cheap ring from a pawn shop, and I’d still say yes!’
He stepped closer, his brown eyes smoldering with intent. ‘Only the best for the love of my life. Nothin’ less.’
Her gaze softened, but suspicion lingered. She tilted her head, voice dropping to a whisper. ‘You didn’t steal this money—or this ring—did you?’
Gambit’s face fell, a flicker of hurt in his tone. ‘Rogue, you know I’m on the up-and-up now. Saved every penny teachin’ at the X-Mansion. Is that all you think of me? Just a thief?’
She instantly regretted her words, stepping forward to cup his face with her gloved hands, her touch firm yet tender. ‘No, sugar. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Can you forgive me?’
A slow, wicked grin spread across his lips. ‘Course, chère. I could never stay mad at you.’ He pulled her in, their lips crashing together in a hungry kiss, right there in front of the hotel entrance. His hand slid down, giving her perfect ass a playful smack.
Rogue pulled back, cheeks flaming, her voice a hissed warning. ‘Remy! People are watchin’!’
He chuckled, unfazed, his accent dripping with mischief. ‘Don’t remember you complainin’ when we were datin’. Matter of fact, you liked it.’
She rolled her eyes, but the blush deepened, her body betraying her with a slight shiver. ‘That’s ‘cause we were alone, you Cajun devil. Let’s just get inside before you cause a scene.’
They strode through the doors, the air between them crackling with tension. At the front desk, Gambit leaned on the counter, all charm and swagger. ‘Booked a reservation here. Name’s Remy LeBeau.’
The clerk, a prim man with a tight smile, handed over the keys. ‘Room 290, second floor, sir.’
Rogue snatched the key from Gambit’s hand as they headed for the elevator, her hips swaying with purpose. ‘Don’t think for a second I’m lettin’ you take control tonight, Remy. I’ve got plans of my own.’
He grinned, following her into the elevator, the doors closing with a soft ding. ‘Oh, I’m countin’ on it, chère. But I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve too.’ His voice dropped, husky and raw. ‘By the time I’m done, you’ll be drippin’ for me.’
Her breath hitched, eyes flashing with challenge as she pressed herself against him, feeling the hard outline of his desire through his suit. ‘Keep talkin’, sugar. But you’d better deliver.’
The elevator chimed, and they stepped out, the promise of the night ahead hanging heavy between them—sweating, panting, and a whole lot of untamed heat waiting to explode.
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