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“It’s a secret.”
Chance’s laughter makes me turn around. “Mommy!” He presses his little finger to the glass. “Look!”
A group of younger children are out for a walk through paths carved into the rolling property. Younger ones being pulled along by the older children in a red wagon with big, knobby wheels.
“I’m sure we’ll check it out later,” I assure him.
The front desk staff already has a room for us. They even lead us there personally. Aware we were traveling with a child, they have a toddler-sized robe and slippers already laid out for Chance.
“Mommy, look!”
“I see.”
Z chuckles and speaks to the manager for a minute before closing the door.
“Of all the things here, he’s most excited about the pint-sized robe and slippers, huh?” he asks with a smile on his face.
“Looks that way.”
“Buddy, come here. Let’s check out the view.” Z holds out his hand and Chance eagerly grabs on.
“The view is amazing. How’d you know I’d love this?” I ask.
“I think I know a little about you by now.”
“It’s probably not the honeymoon you had in mind.”
He slips his arm over my shoulder and pulls me closer. “I never thought about honeymoons at all before I met you, Siren.”
I rest my head against his chest and stare out at the sea with my family.
Z leans down. “Did you happen to notice the private balcony off our bedroom?”
I pick up my head and glance over. “That’s ours too?”
“Yup.”
“Where’s Chance sleeping?”
“Sofa bed, if you think he’ll be okay.”
We explore the suite and then decide to explore the property. Chance can’t wait to get down to the beach and we have our hands full keeping him out of the water.
“Did you have a good day, Mrs. Frazier?” Z slips into our room after tucking Chance into bed. He was so excited about having the whole room to himself, while I’m paranoid he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and be disoriented in the unfamiliar setting. Z had to wedge a chair against the front door and stuff the thick wooden bar from one of the hotel’s hangers in the track of the sliding glass door leading out to the patio before I’d settle down.
“The best. What about you? I know none of this is ideal.”
“What are you talking about? This is exactly what I wanted.” I click the light off, leaving the bathroom light as the only illumination in the room. He tilts his head. “Let’s check out the view from the balcony.”
“I was going to change…”
“No, leave your dress on a little longer. You look so pretty in it.”
My heart does a little tap dance as I take his hand and we step outside. The wind picks up my hair, swirling it in front of my face. Below us, the moonlight glitters off the ocean.
I lean over, resting my elbows on the low wall enclosing the balcony. “This is beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” He traces a line down the length of my spine.
A shiver of desire mixed with nerves races over me.
“Are you cold?”
“No.”
He slides his hand from the small of my back around my waist. “Did you notice how private the balcony is?”
“We’re still outside. At a large resort.”
“Mmm.” His hand moves from my stomach to my hip, to my thighs, fingers slowly pulling up my dress.
I arch my back to shift my ass against his hard length. “Our son’s inside asleep.”
“Sound asleep,” he whispers against my neck. His hot, wet tongue traces a line against my neck. “Lilly, I want to fuck my wife.”
Oh god.
My knees buckle.
He uses both hands to gather the rest of my dress up around my waist. As if he has all the time in the world, he wraps one strong arm around my ribcage and slides his free hand down my belly. His fingers glide over my panties, finally focusing on the area over my clit. He uses the light touch that drives me crazy. My hips restlessly shift, my core aches for him.
“Z, please.”
“I thought you were worried someone would see us?”
“Please don’t tease me.”
“But I love teasing you.”
I whimper again and a low rumble of laughter vibrates against my back. He presses a kiss to my bare shoulder before reaching under my dress to tug my underwear down to my knees.
“Leave it,” he orders when I try to take them off.
My heart hammers at the sound of his rough voice.
He presses a hand between my legs, running his fingers to my clit. There’s a glorious second of delicious sensation before he trails back up. He keeps tracing that lazy path, gradually adding more pressure.
I’m trembling. So close. Each pass wets his fingers even more. He stops and cups my pussy, the tip of his fingers toying with my clit again. My hips jerk.
“Please.” Every stroke and movement I can hear how slick I am.
“Hold on to the railing.”
I hang on for dear life.
“How can you be so calm?” I rasp.
Instead of answering, he slides his cock between my legs.
“Oh, fuck. Stop teasing and fuck me.”
“Shhh.”
He continues, slowly teasing me until I think I’ll go insane. His hips flex against my ass and he slides into me.
“Thank god.”
He chuckles and pushes deeper.
“Finally,” I sigh.
He thrusts hard and fast, but somehow manages to fuck with a tender determination. The deeper he goes, the more I lose control.
Not that I had any to begin with today.
I thrust against him and he encourages me, fingers digging into my hip, pulling me back. With his other hand, he strokes his thumb along my ass. I let out a groan of desperation, furious at how bad I want him to fill every part of me. He thrusts his thumb against my ass, slowly pressing inside. The hand on my hip moves to my clit, rubbing and lightly pinching.
I let out a strangled moan.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Come on.”
He thrusts again and all three pressure points converge, exploding into an exquisite pleasure. My heart pounds. My breathing stops for a second. Stars burst behind my eyelids. My nails dig in, scratching against the rough stone.
“Fuck that’s good. I feel you clenching around me so tight, Siren.”
A bunch of nonsense words flow out of my mouth.
“Shhh,” he warns.
Abruptly he pulls out. The shock of cool air where his hot body had been seconds before devastates my senses.
“What are you—”
My question’s cut off, by him tightening his arm around my waist and lifting me into the air. Like a possessed caveman, he storms back into our room, tossing me on the bed. He tightens his fist in the underwear that is now twisted around my ankles and lifts my legs in the air.
“Fuck!” I cry when he slips back inside me.
The orgasm I thought was finished thunders back to life as he pounds into me. At this angle, I feel every bump and thrust.
He slams into me over and over, finally squeezing his eyes shut, moaning my name and shuddering to a halt. He rests his head against my foot, still propped on his shoulder, and kisses my ankle.
I’m still floating on a cloud of bliss, so no words come to me. My racing heart slows to almost normal. He pulls my panties off and tosses them aside, helps me sit up, slides my dress up over my head, and unhooks my bra. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.”
The bathroom has a large shower separate from the tub. He pulls open the shower door to start the water and laughs. “We’re definitely fucking in here.”
“I’m not sure I can.”
I finally realize what has him grinning. There’s a full-length mirror in the shower.
“What pervert put that there?”
“
I don’t know. we’ll have to thank him later, Mrs. Frazier.” He grabs my hand, tugging me inside.
Z
Obsessed. That’s how I feel about my bride. I can’t get enough of her sweet lips against mine, her long hair spilling all over my pillow, invading my space, her silky skin rubbing up against me.
“Good morning,” she whispers before the sun’s completely up.
My hand’s already reaching between her legs.
She clamps them shut. “Little ears are listening.”
I glance down and find Chance sort of nestled between us. “When’d he come in here?”
“Maybe half an hour ago.”
“He all right?”
