Page 103 of Priceless

A low growl came from across the car. “We’re taking you to a party about sex toys. No one will be using them at the party,” Everett said. “Nobody gets to see that but us.”

My whole body sizzled with heat. I hadn’t meant that, but the possessiveness in Everett not wanting to share me with anyone else made me feel things.

“You were okay with people hearing me,” I teased.

His eyes blazed with heat. “Hearing? Fine. Let them listen to me make my wife come. But if they take even one look?—”

I smirked. “You’ll kill them?”

“You’re getting to know me so well.”

Shaking my head, I leaned on Cam’s shoulder. “Did we pack things for this kind of party?”

“We have people who will meet us with clothes.”

“Even for me?”

Cameron turned my face to his. He smiled, but his eyes were serious. “Did you think we wouldn’t include you in that? Of course, sweetheart.”

The fact that it was a given. I sighed and nuzzled further into his shoulder. Then I froze. “This will be the first time we’re in public together. Are you sure you want it to be at a sex toy party?”

“I very much want it to be that,” Micah said. “I don’t think there’s anything better than showing the world how much we love our wife. And that we can use any way to pleasure her.”

I was glad the divider was up between us and the driver, because the air was suddenly flooded with my perfume. Cameron pulled me in, holding me. “Sleep, wife. Take a nap before we ravish you in the car and the driver hears us too. We’ll be there soon.”

How the fuck was I supposed to sleep now when they’d put that vision in my head? But Cam’s purr soaked through me, relaxing me so quickly that I slipped under, savoring the sound.

“Wake up, princess.”

I opened my eyes to fresh air brushing my cheeks. The door to the car was open, and Micah held his hand out for mine. It hadn’t been that long, but fuck, that was a good nap. I supposed jet lag would do that to you.

As soon as I stepped out of the car I forgot all about sleep. The surrounding city was old and beautiful. Cobblestone stretched behind us with tall buildings that looked like they were older than the world, and in front of us spread water that led into the canals of Venisi. An older city that was built on the water, with bridges everywhere and boats with men who would sing to you as you rode.

A boat waited for us, but it was a regular, motorized kind, to get across the substantial water between us and the sea-soaked portion of the city.

Gray clouds pooled in the sky, threatening rain, but it was beautiful and moody and I felt a profound sense of peace. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yes. It is.”

I looked at Micah and found his eyes looking nowhere near the view. They were entirely focused on me. Just me.

He laced our fingers together and gently tugged me toward the boat, Cam, and Rett. “Come on.”

Micah held me against the railings as we rode, the spray from the water misting us both. It was a little foggy, the ancient buildings appearing like ghosts out of the air.

The atmosphere was at once eerie and soothing, though that seemed impossible.

As we entered the canals and grew closer to the center, more people walked along the canals. There was press everywhere. Bright lights and a red carpet. “That’s where we’re going?”

“Close,” Micah said. “We’re in the hotel behind it.”

We pulled up minutes later to a set of stone steps, brightly lit, music playing, and uniformed employees who rushed down to grab our bags and help us out of the boat.

I didn’t speak the language, but my head snapped up when Everett spoke fluently. He smirked when he saw me and pulled me to his side. “What’s that look?”

“That’s just… really hot.”

He laughed and kissed me. Not just kissed me, but kissed me. In front of all the employees, the people milling around the lobby, and anyone passing by. Everett kissed me like he was going to lay me out on the floor and fuck me right here, and I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything other than his lips on mine.

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