Page 76 of Tempting God

“Yes, sir.”

“You may come.”

His words send me over, as fiery hot pleasure courses through my body. My orgasm goes on and on until I can’t breathe. I’m vaguely aware of him coming a moment later. It really is quite nice that he always makes sure I finish first.

Exhausted, I collapse on the bed, closing my eyes.

“Holy shit,” I murmur. “That was intense.”

Grant gently pulls out of me before lying next to me. “I fucking agree.”

I roll over to face him. “Guess you were right about me being a brat.”

“You’re my brat, though,” he says with a smile.

I yawn before I can stop myself.

“I should shower, but I really just want a nap.”

“Then let’s nap. We still have a few hours before we land in Mexico.”

My eyes are already closing as I drift off to sleep.

17

Greer

We’ve been in Los Cabos for eight wonderful, sex-filled days. Neither of us have checked our phones once. It’s been nice to disconnect from the world and just be in the moment with each other.

Grant and I are lounging outside of our room at our private pool. I stretch, looking over at my husband.

“I’m not ready to go back.”

“Me either,” he says with a sexy smile. “It’s going to be a real pain not being able to be inside of you all day.”

“Same.” I pause, not sure if I want to know the answer to the question I’m about to ask. “So…what’s next?”

“Well, we’re going to enjoy the last night of our honeymoon.”

“You know what I mean.”

“My campaign managers released a joint statement for us the day we were married. They spun our relationship to make it seem like we’ve been together longer than we have.”

“How did they do that?”

“There are a shocking number of photos of us together at the same events. A few well-placed friends have talked about how they knew we were in love, and it spread from there.”

Hearing him say the word ‘love’ does something to me. I rub my hand over my chest.

“When we get back, the press will be waiting to catch their first glimpse of us, which will be at the rally in Denver.”

“Well, this ought to be interesting.”

“That it will. Now, come here. I’d like to make love to my wife.”

“How can I say no to that?”

Twenty-four hours later, our jet lands in Denver. I smile at the bodyguard waiting with an umbrella, so I don’t get wet.

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