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I need to punish her for her recent defiance.
She's my wife. No matter what I've done, she made a promise to always be mine.
I pick up my phone and email my assistant.
Connie,
Make sure I have two adjacent suites. Have the hotel remove the doors between them. I don't care what it costs, but it's to be done immediately.
Riggs
Tonight,I'm reminding my wife why she married me and who's in charge.
7
Blakely
Colton and I rehearse for an hour, then I go through my solo performance. After I finish, Noah claps and declares, "Nailed it!"
I admit, "I'm a bit nervous."
"Don't be. You're going to kill it," he praises.
I glance into the arena at the thousands of empty seats, imagining what it's like when it's full. My stomach flips again, and I put my hand over it.
Noah announces, "There's a few-hour window if you want to get some rest in your hotel room."
Before I can say anything, Riggs steers me out of the building and into an SUV. As soon as the door shuts, I accuse, "You could have let me decide to leave or stay."
He glances at his phone and swipes his finger over the screen. He replies, "You decided when you admitted you were nervous."
"What? That makes zero sense," I admit.
He leans over me and twirls a lock of hair around his finger. I inhale a lungful of his intoxicating aroma and try to stay annoyed, but it's hard. I clench my thighs together, and he slides his hand between them, cupping my pussy.
"Riggs," I warn, but my pulse races. It's been so long since he touched me.
He declares, "You seem to have forgotten I'm your husband."
"I'm fully aware," I state.
He grunts. The blues in his eyes remind me of the calm chaos of the waves and the yearning to return to the beach house and have everything be normal again resurfaces. He claims, "I don't think you are."
I tilt my head and glare at him.
He squeezes my pussy three times, and I inhale sharply. His voice lowers into the tone he uses when commanding me in bed, and everything inside me aches. He says, "It's been too long since you've submitted."
Heat fills my core. I pull at his hand, but he's got it firmly locked on me. "Remove your hand, Riggs."
"You know the safe word," he replies.
I tug at it again, squirming in the seat and hating how much I love the sensations filling my lower body.
He challenges again, "Say the safe word."
I've only said it once, and it wasn't during anything sexual. It was when I was leaving him the night I found out what he did. And maybe we're connected more than I want to admit because it's like he has ESP and knows I'm thinking about that moment.
"You said it before. Say it again," he half-seethes, half-smirks.
