Page 15 of Deceitful Dreams

“You’re gonna be the death of me. Cover that pretty pussy, baby. I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”

Chapter Nine

Wyatt

We’re nearly to the strip before she realizes where I’ve taken a detour.

Sophie turns to me with a bright smile. “Vegas?”

I shrug. “Figured you wouldn’t mind if we added an extra day. Have you been before?”

She shakes her head. “No, my friends wanted to fly out for our 21st, but it didn’t work out. We went to Miami instead.”

Jealousy curls inside me. I don’t want to think about what she got up to on her birthday in Miami.

Her laugh bursts in the air. “You’re pouting. We hung out at the beach and went shopping and to a few bars. But we weren’t wild.”

“I don’t have a right to be mad about your past, anyway.”

“Considering you’re married to my mom?” she teases.

I scowl, unhappy to be reminded of the situation.

“I want to visit the M&M shop,” she says before I can comment, as if knowing I would appreciate the change in topic.

“Candy? Of course, I’m not surprised,” I tease her.

She rolls her eyes. “I have a sweet tooth. Sue me.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s sweet.”

Sophie snorts, pushing my shoulder. “Ohmygod. You’ve evolved. That’s some dad humor.”

“Or husband humor,” I tell her, giving her a pointed look.

She blushes and bites her lip before turning to watch out the window. I wish it was darker out so she could experience the Las Vegas strip at its fullest potential. It’s a good thing I called ahead to ensure a suite was available at my family’s regular hotel. She’ll get one of the best views.

“You hungry? We can stop somewhere before we get to the hotel?” I ask her.

She shakes her head before reaching over to entangle her fingers with mine. “I could go for a slushie.”

My cock hardens as she bites her lips.

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“Look,” she smiles widely, pulling on my arm and bringing me closer to her side. “You can make custom M&Ms.”

“You know what these would be cool for?”

“What?” she asks, glancing over the options on the printer. I wrap my arm around her waist, kissing her temple.

“A little souvenir for a small wedding,” I whisper in her ear.

She gasps, her head tilting back on my shoulder, and I take her mouth. I pull away gently, wanting to keep our PDA to a minimum.

“You would do custom M&Ms with our initials for our wedding?”

I smile. “I’ll do it right now. Maybe add a little heart too.”

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