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I snap my attention to her. “Strong, but good. Thanks.”

It’s so fucking bitter I have to control my facial expressions not to cringe every time I swallow. But she made it for me it, so I’ll drink it.

“Well, if you, for some reason—” She pauses, looking around the villa, shaking her head. “And by reason, I mean the world is exploding—need me, I’ll be out there getting a tan and napping.”

I salute her as she heads off into her bedroom. As soon as the door closes, I let out a breath and finish my coffee in silence.

Something I haven’t heard in years. I could get used to this. It’s moments like this you realize how noisy life can get, and maybe I do need to take breaks before I end up in the ground. I don’t want to be buried next to my parents yet. I ain’t lived enough. I haven’t traveled. I haven’t… laughed enough either.

I finish my coffee and spread out the blueprints of the restaurant we’re scoping out tonight. From what I've seen online, it seems pretty popular and lively. It’s a Greek restaurant that turns into a bar with karaoke in the evening. Small parking lot. Only three exits. We need a table right by the kitchen because if Nikos or Stefanos are connected to these men, I just need to figure out which one will lead me to them.

A flash of heat covers my face and spreads down my throat, making sweat pool on my forehead. I grip the counter, staring at the blueprints, and wipe it away.

The fuck is going on?

It’s like my head is trapped in a vice, pressure building right behind my eyes.

“Fuck,” I hiss. I pour a glass of water and chug it back until the burning in my face subsides.

My heart is racing, the same way it did when Ace rode on the back of Gravedigger, the bull that nearly killed two guys before him.

“G!” I shout. I’m pretty sure I’m having some kind of medical emergency. Maybe the sexual frustration of being around my wife is about to give me a heart attack.

Or stress from my daily fucking life.

She struts in front of the double doors leading to the pool, in a black string bikini… that barely covers any of her. I can nearly see her damn nipples. My hand covers my crotch and my dick gets painfully reactive.

She leans against the doorframe, popping out a hip. Holy fuckin’ shit. The oil on her skin reflects against the sun. Those damn curves in that barely there bikini. My mouth waters and my cock is about to explode out of my pants.

She pushes her oversized sunglasses on top of her head, and that devious glint in her eye takes my breath away.

“Everything okay, Colten?” she purrs.

Her gaze darts to the coffee and then to my hand over my aching dick. And all the puzzle pieces fit together.

“You didn’t,” I hiss.

She laughs. “I didn’t what, husband?”

Her tongue runs along her red lips, and I almost cry out, in pain and pleasure.

“G.” I sound desperate, like I’m pleading. Maybe I am. “Did you drug me?”

“Maybe.” She shrugs.

I grip the counter tighter. “What with?”

“A little Viagra, Colten. Nothing that’ll kill you. Welcome to prank wars with your wife.”

My heart races way too fast to be normal, and my dick is pulsating against my hand. If she did this back home, I’d be furious. Vacation Colten is pissed, but I can appreciate the effort.

She shakes her head, backing away. “Go lay down, Colten. Think about your actions. Maybe replay our night together in your head, over and over. That might help, right? Just like you said. I did promise you I’d get you back; perhaps after today, you’ll make it back in my good books.”

I grit my teeth. “Do you realize how dangerous it is giving probably one of the horniest men on this planet a viagra while alone in a villa with you?”

She rolls her eyes, and I squeeze my dick over my pants.

Please no. Please don’t come simply by looking at her.