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“I’m not sure.” It’s the honest truth. I tingle, and I ache a little.

“She may need a breather.” Pax shrugs

“You have time for a bath, if you’d like,” Link says.

Not wanting our connection to end, I trace his jawbone.

“An hour long enough for you to get ready?” he asks.

“Ready?” I ask, frowning. “For what?”

“We’re going to lunch, maybe take in a few sights.”

“Maybe a cupcake from the ATM at the Royal Sterling?” Pax suggests.

Are they serious?

“We’re on our honeymoon, and we’re in Las Vegas,” Link says. “Tonight after dinner and the cabaret show, we’re scheduled for a helicopter tour of the Strip.”

“Dress comfortably,” Pax tells me. “You’ve got a long day?—”

“And night,” Link interrupts.

Pax nods. “And nightahead of you.”

Am I going to survive my husbands and their never-ending demands?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Tessa

The warm water cascades over us, steam filling the air as I stand beneath the expansive showerhead with Pax and Link.

I’m not sure I’ve ever been more exhausted.

Under the ever-watchful eye of some Hawkeye agents, we had an amazing lunch on the Strip, walked forever, then stopped in at the Royal Sterling for a coffee and salted-caramel bourbon cupcake topped with flaked sea salt and thin dark-chocolate shards.

I’d suggested we install an ATM that dispenses goodies at Link’s house. He hadn’t been very agreeable, even though Mira agreed my idea was a good one.

Afterward, an SUV had picked us up and zipped us back to the Bella Rosa where we changed clothing, then headed for the steak house. Then after the riveting burlesque show at the Royal Sterling, featuring the amazing the Sensational Miss Scarlet, we’d been dropped off for that helicopter tour.

I’ve never been so terrified and exhilarated all at the same time.

Then we came back to the hotel suite, and Link drew me to the bathroom.

Now Pax takes the shower wand from its holder, adjusting the setting until it’s pulsating gently. He looks at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he kneels in front of me.

“No,” I whisper, as horrified as I am excited. He can’t mean…

“Oh yes,” Pax confirms. “Spread your legs.”

A little nervous, I take my time doing as he says.

Link stands behind me, and he reaches around me to part my labia, opening me up completely to Pax. I gasp at the sudden exposure, but the sound is quickly replaced by a moan as Pax directs the warm, pulsating water between my legs.

“How sore are you from the last twenty-four hours?” Link asks.

Water pulses against my clit, making words impossible.

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