Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
He’s still getting used to being out of control. But when I told him about my interest in restraints at the cabin, he remembered, getting us a few pairs of comfortable handcuffs to experiment with. Then, a few weeks into our relationship, he told me I seemed to like edging too and, after he described what it was, I realized it was true. I love being inside him, love watching him come, but having him here like this, his entire being focused on my every touch, yearning for it, is deeply gratifying.
How could I ever have believed I wasn’t that sexual? That I didn’t think about it or need it all the time?
My husband knew me better than I knew myself.
My husband.
The thought has me climbing up his body, spreading his legs and guiding myself inside his already well-prepared ass without warning. We’re both so sensitive from the extended foreplay and denial that I know it won’t take long to find our release.
“Michael!” he shouts, his back arching, body visibly shaking as I thrust inside him and he clenches around me.
“I’ve got you, Win.” I press my forehead to his and feel the growl rumbling in my chest as my balls tighten in warning.
I murmur a few words in Turkish, the phrase I taught him from his show months ago. The one I know he remembers as he cries out and shatters in my arms with me right behind him.
“No one can touch you but me. Because you’re mine.”
When we’re done riding out our shared climax, I slip off the handcuffs and pull him into my arms, gently rubbing his wrists and hands. I can’t keep the satisfaction from my voice. “What was that you were saying about dinner?”
He groans and burrows his face into my chest. “Who knows? I just came so hard I lost my short-term memory and most of my brain cells.”
I laugh softly. “You’re welcome.”
“Let’s just stay home tonight,” he murmurs sleepily after a few moments. “I only wanted to go to see if anyone knows which island we’re traveling to for next week’s wedding. If Tanaka ever wants people to stop thinking he’s a spy, he really needs to stop acting like one.”
I hold him a little tighter. I know exactly where we’re going. Bellamy told me yesterday.
I doubt Win will be happy about it. It is an island, but not the palm tree, naked beach, Caribbean kind he’s been imagining and packing for.
When I was informed how many people were going to be crowded into a handful of beach houses, I almost said to hell with it and started planning to take Win back to our honeymoon cabin instead. But this event is important to him, which means it’s important to me.
I’m not sure why so many damn people are this invested in Brady and Tanaka’s nuptials when they’re already married.
But then, that’s part of the reason the secrecy was important in the first place. Too many people knowing the location in advance might be dangerous. After the close call with Bex and Kate, Ken isn’t taking any more chances.
I know exactly how he feels. Now that I have Win, I’m quickly discovering that there is nothing I won’t do to keep him happy and safe. Even if it means socializing. Or helping my brother solve a few problems that could end up getting in the way of this wedding ever coming to pass.
This could get messy, but I guess I’m invested now.