“When else?”
“Um”—my heart starts going hard against my ribs—“last night at the restaurant. Bray, listen, I’m so sorry. If you want to split up…” Because that was what we’d agreed to. Brayden gets to sleep with whoever he wants, and I can’t. I knew what I was doing when I fucked Asher, and I did it anyway.
Brayden stops pacing. Pins me with a stare. “C’mere.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” But I approach where he’s standing. Brayden takes my arm—not hard, but definite—and points me so I’m facing out the floor-to-ceiling window that’s open to the bright Chicago morning. We’re high enough up inthe hotel that the only thing that’s immediately across from us is the lake, a few small boats already out on the water.
“See all those people?” Brayden’s mouth is close to my ear, his arm possessive around the curve of my waist.
The hair on my arms stands up—fear?—but no, my nipples are tightening in my shirt. He nudges a foot between my legs, strokes a hand down my spine, bends me forward, stops when his hand gets to my lower, lower back.
“Those people are gonna think I don’t know how to take care of my wife.” He raises his hand, gives my ass a light smack, not even hard enough to leave a mark, just enough that it feels sensitized. My nipples brush the cold window glass. My pussy floods.
Then he stops. Withdraws his hand like he’s just going to leave me here, legs spread, body bent, an ache gathering at my core.
I crane my neck back, looking at him challengingly. “So are you going to go on letting people think that?”
“Greedy.” Brayden comes up behind me, spits on his fingers, dips his hand beneath the front of my waistband until it’s between my legs. Feels where I’m wet. “Did he make you come?”
I hitch a breath. It sounds incredibly loud in the silent room. Nod.
“No, let me hear you.” Brayden’s fingers quicken their pace. “In fact, let everybody hear you.”
“Yes.” The word comes out shaky. “Yes, he made me come. Once when you were in the house. Another time in the restaurant.”
Brayden snorts. “Only twice? Fucking amateur.” He yanks off my shirt by the hem, pulls down my shorts. Bends me until I’m completely bare and open to him. Plunges two fingers in, working me from a different angle until my nerves light up andmy body starts to go liquid. “Did you fuck him raw?” Brayden asks.
“You wanna know how his cock felt inside me? You want to hear about how he filled me up so good?” I say it nice and loud. It’s possible that Asher is in the next room, aware of exactly what’s happening. It’s possible he’s furious, the way Brayden supposedly is, or that he has his hand on his cock and he’s jerking off thinking about me—about Brayden and me together.
“Keep that up.” Brayden spanks me again, this time without a layer of cloth between his hand and my ass, sending tingles through my body. “In fact, keep talking about him and see where that gets you.”
He spanks me a few more times, enough that I start to drip, then stops that in favor of pinching my nipples, hard enough that it’s just on the painful side of pleasure.
“One day, I’m gonna make you come just from this,” he says. “But today I’ll be nice.” He drops one hand from my waist to my pussy, positions two fingers right under my clit, curving back. Strokes and winds a hand into my hair, tugging sharply enough that I cry out right as I come.
My orgasm shoots through me, a blink of white. A shake in my legs. Brayden eases me toward the floor, smiles when my mouth ends up level with his cock. “We’re not finished,” he says. “Go get that fucking vibrator.”
For a second, I think I misheard him. “What?”
“You want to fuck yourself with a toy he got you? So go get it.”
I’m about to peel myself off the floor when Brayden shakes his head. “Crawl.”
I should tell him no. Tell him that if he wants the vibrator, he can go get it himself. I’m not a princess, but I don’t crawl. Yet, my hands start moving of their own accord, slowly, then faster, as I make my way across the room. It should be humiliating—the floor has plush carpeting for a hotel, but it’s still hotel carpeting,slightly rough under my hands and knees. When I look back, Brayden is watching me, palming himself through the fabric of his joggers.
It takes a full minute to reach my suitcase. I dig through it and withdraw the charging case where I stored the vibrator after I cleaned it last night. “It’s, uh, here.”
“Get on the bed.”
I do, walking on my knees until my hands are against the padded half-headboard. Brayden comes up behind me. I crane my neck back. His joggers are tented, a wet patch forming on the gray fabric. Slowly, he pulls them down. His cock is rigid against his belly, head almost purple from how hard he is.
I clench my thighs together, motion obvious.
“So greedy,” he says. This time it sounds like a compliment. “You look good like this. But you’re gonna look better coming all over my cock.”
He strokes himself a few times, then stops. “Bare okay?” He asks it quietly, like he doesn’t want Asher to overhear. “I got checked in April.”
“What about since April?” I ask.
