I spill inside her, keeping my arm locked around her.
Whatever else this morning brings, one thing is for damn sure: my sweet little wife will remember exactly how fucking good it feels to wake up with me.
Maisey
I’m still comingdown from another insane orgasm when Travis rolls in a room service cart full of every breakfast food I could imagine. It’s not until I smell the pancakes that I realize how hungry I actually am.
I guess a night of incredible sex builds an appetite. Not that I’m complaining.
If learning how good sex can really be is the only thing that comes from this whole crazy experience, then it was worth it.
Never mind the money.
“I hope that little smile means you’re thinking about how good it felt to wake up with my cock inside you.”
My face flushes, but I laugh, already feeling comfortable with Travis as if I’ve known him for years.
“Yes,” I admit. “But I’m also thinking about that prize money,” I add honestly. “I don’t think you know how much it’s going to help me out.”
He pours me a cup of coffee and, when I point, adds a sugar cube and a splash of cream before handing it to me. “Is that why you went along with your bitchy stepsister’s plan? You need the money?”
I nod and take a sip of the coffee. It’s perfect.
“Honestly, yes. I know it probably seems stupid, but I just graduated, and I can’t get a job in my field anywhere. Patty was a bitch about it, but she wasn’t lying when she said I work in a coffee shop and I’m super broke.” Maybe it should feel strange confessing everything to him, but it doesn’t. “I’m drowning in debt. This money is going to be a lifesaver. Besides,” I add quickly, “he told me it wasn’t real, remember?”
Travis chuckles. “I remember.”
“Do you think it’s hard to get an annulment?” I reach for a pancake and drown it in maple syrup. “I mean, this is my first time getting accidentally married in Vegas.”
“Mine, too,” he says. “But we’ll figure it out.” Travis offers me a little smile, and maybe it’s my imagination, but do I see a flash of regret in his eyes, too?
Maybe it’s just what I’m feeling. Not that I canactuallystay married to him. That’s crazy to even think about.
Even if he is the sexiest man I’ve ever met, super easy to talk to, and he really does seem to like me. And, of course, there’s the fact that he is an incredible lover.
Still, that’s not a real reason to stay married to him.
“What’s that?” I notice the envelope on the cart, next to a platter of fruit.
“That,” he says, picking it up and sliding out the papers inside, “is the contract and details of our nuptials.” He waves the papers in the air. “And our prizes.”
“Ooh.” I sit up against the pillows and dive into the plate of pancakes as if I’ve never eaten before in my life, listening while Travis starts reading aloud.
First, he lists the prizes, but we already know most of them. There are a few vouchers in the envelope as well: one for dinner, a helicopter ride, and even one for matching tattoos.
We laugh and toss them to the side.
“That all sounds great,” I say. “Is the check in there? I guess we can cash it on our way back from getting the—what?”
While I’ve been busy stuffing my face, Travis has been reading ahead, and judging by the look on his face, he didn’t like something he read.
“Travis?” I push when he doesn’t answer. “What?”
“It’s…well…let me double-check something.”
The pancake catches in my throat. I swallow it down with a gulp of coffee and wait.
I watch while he reads through the entire package of documents and then again. Finally, he puts them down and looks at me. I know right away I’m not going to like what he has to say.
