I’d made him lose control.
Another orgasm pulsed through my body and I didn’t know what to think. I’d never had a triple before and I didn’t know if I was so turned on because this was our first time or because hewas my husband. Because his tongue had been so soothing on the bar earlier or because he gripped me so tightly right now. I clenched and felt him pulse inside me.
He tied off the condom, cleaned up, and got back into bed next to me.
As we came down, turned on our sides, and he kissed my forehead and said goodnight, I knew that this wasn’t the time to ask any more questions. I was too tired and had had too many cocktails to think this through right now.
“Goodnight, Husband,” I whispered.
He flipped my body around so I could cuddle into him, wiggling my hips.
“Oh, you think we’re done?” he said.
“We’re not?”
“I told you,” he said, reaching a hand around and lightly rubbing a finger between my legs. “Sex slave for life. Or did you not read that part of the marriage certificate?”
“You didn’t write that in there,” I scoffed.
I felt his lips brush my ear. “Did you read the fine print?”
Something coiled in my stomach, in a good way. “Can’t say that I did.”
“Well, don’t. Just trust me on it,” he said in a low chuckle.
CHAPTER 9
DUSTIN
Six hoursand thirteen minutes into marriage.
I blinked my eyes open on the bed as light sneaked in through the curtains.
Of the shower.
Because I had fallen asleep in the tub.
Made sense.This was Vegas, after all.
Thirstywas the first word that crossed my mind as I came to consciousness. I wasn’t a stranger to a solid hangover, but this morning, even myachesached. After taking a few deep breaths, I propped myself up on my elbows in the bathtub.
How did I get here?
And why was I naked?
I wasn’t the first guy to ask these questions after a night in Las Vegas, and I wouldn’t be the last. But that thought didn’t do much to comfort me at the moment. I cleared my throat, and I thought I probably sounded more like a bear than a human.
As I opened the door, I froze at what I saw.
There was a beautiful brunette with olive skin pacing the penthouse. As she came into focus, my stomach knotted and Iflexed my jaw. My head pounded, but the night came flooding back to me as the ring on my left hand came into focus.
Dear God, please send the brain cells I lost last night to some poor kid who needs them. Amen.
“Morning,” I said, and the word vibrated in my throat sounding like I was some blues singer with a freakishly deep voice. “I fell asleep in the tub at some point last night,” I pointed out.
Because you’re my wife and we tell each other everything.
“Oh,” she replied, holding her arm in front of her nipples to shield her breasts from me.
