“Stop saying that. It’s my pleasure. I benefit from everything you wear as much as you do.”
She laughs a little. “You’re so cocky.”
I stroke my clean-shaven chin. “We haven’t known each other long, but I’m pretty sure you figured that out when we first met.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Speaking of which, we’ve known each other for a week. It hit me as I was walking to your room.”
“Talk about a whirlwind week,” she says.
“From strangers to newlyweds in less than seven days.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Did you get a good night’s sleep?”
“I did. Hands-down, that is the most comfortable bed ever.” She points to the king-size bed. “It was like sleeping on a cloud.”
After what we shared yesterday, not sleeping in the same bed seems ridiculous, but there are enough moving parts to our fake story. Wilder may be in the know about the changes in our arrangement, but Slate and Dad aren’t.
“You can’t take the hotelier out of Dad. He doesn’t kid around when it comes to a good night’s sleep. All the mattresses in the mansion are the same custom-design signature beds we have at the Pompadour. Guests love them so much, they’re always begging to buy them. It took us a while to make the decision, but in the end, we caved in. For the last two years, we’ve been selling them on our website. You wouldn’t believe how many orders we get each and every week. So much so, we had to hire staff to man a dedicated department.”
“You’re kidding?”
“I’m not.”
“Incredible,” she says. “I guess I don’t have to ask how you slept.”
“I didn’t have a good night’s sleep, to be honest.”
“How come?”
I approach her. “I was forced to sleep alone.” I lean in and drop a soft kiss on her lips. “I would’ve rather slept in the same bed as my wife.”
Her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink.
“It would’ve made it a hell of a lot easier for my morning wood.”
I grab her by the waist and pull her body against mine, pressing her against my erection.
“Phoenix. Your father is somewhere in the house and the staff is buzzing about,” she says. “Not to mention, last night was pretty wild and intense.”
She’s right.
After a second raunchy round in the garage, stepping back into the mansion would’ve beenmission impossible. Lucky for us, Wilder came to the rescue. I texted him to grab a couple plush terrycloth robes embroidered with our family crest from the home spa. The few guests who saw us walking back inside assumed we had gone for a swim.
“I’ll behave,” I say. “Ready for breakfast?”
“I’m starved.”
“I could eat a restaurant out of business. I went for a swim early this morning.”
Her eyes widen. “How could you get up to exercise when we went to bed at three o’clock in the morning?”
The festivities lasted until the wee hours.
“It was either that or jerk off to release the tension. Turns out, after a vigorous swim, I still had to take care of my cock in the shower. I blame not being able to fuck my wife first thing this morning for my predicament.”
