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He chuckled. “Because you didn’t let the features the dealership installed stop you from opening this body up to full speed on the highway.”
I arched a brow. “Are you seriously using a bad car metaphor on me right now? Are my parents or the church supposed to be the dealership?”
“I didn’t think it through that far.”
“And am I supposed to be flattered about you comparing me to a machine?”
“An expensive, super cool machine.”
A laugh escaped me, squeezing more cum from my body. I grimaced. “Oh my god, you’re such a dork.”
“But I’m your dork.”
“And here I thought you were my bunion.”
“Same idea.” He kissed my temple, and I made myself relax even though I really wanted to get back into the shower. My hair wasn’t even completely dry yet from the last one.
“I feel like you fucked my ass with a flamethrower, by the way.”
“Sorry. I should have grabbed the lube, but I got carried away. I’d just planned to watch.”
“You owe me,” I grumped, teasing.
“What would make you feel better? Anything you want is yours.”
“I want you to let me peg you.”
He got very quiet. I bit my lips together, trying to keep a straight face. I wasn’t at all interested in pegging him, but making him sweat for a minute was good for him.
“If that’s what would make you feel better, okay. Fair’s fair.” He seemed so sincere that it made my heart squeeze. I knew he’d rather throw himself into a volcano, but he’d allow me to do it to make amends.
“I don’t really want that.”
He deflated under me, and I realized he’d been holding his breath. “Thank god. I promise to use lube next time.”
“I don’t need a promise, Sir—only try to remember if it’s not too inconvenient.”
“Deal.”
“Considering the fact that you know how it feels now, you should be more aware.”
“Oh, I am.”
He held me for a long while, chatting and being sweet, and eventually, the dark shadows that clung to my mind eased back. Later, in the shower, he took careful care of me, cherishing me the way he always did.
If my husband wasn’t horrified about what we’d done, then why was I letting the old guilt win? I threw it off as best I could, forcing myself to enjoy the afterglow and teasingly grumbling about how sore I was.
“You better treat me like a princess until I head back to Prague.”
“Don’t I always treat you like a princess?”
“Yes, unless you’re treating me like your little slut.”
He kissed me deeply, pulling me against him and running a possessive hand down my back to cup my ass and pull me even tighter against his body.
The next morning, as we were checking out, I reached into the pocket of the coat I’d left hanging in the closet all day yesterday. Something cold, metal, and ring shaped greeted my hand.
I pulled it out.
