Page 15 of Burning Your Lies

I roll my eyes. “It’s no surprise Xavier wants to keep me close by keeping me employed at XR Securities. But that helps us.”

He hums under his breath. “From the inside, we slowly knock his walls down and watch his empire burn.”

9

Savannah

“Are you ready togo?” The toiletries splayed out across the bed give me my answer before he can. “Why are you still packing?”

He arches his brow. “Why are you in a rush? Xavier’s wedding present to us was a private jet to the Maldives. It will leave when we are ready.”

“Maybe I’m excited to be alone with my husband so we can consummate our marriage.” The grin on my faces unsettles him.

“Oh. After last night, I wasn’t expecting to…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, going back to packing his bags.

“What? You don’t plan to fuck your wife on your honeymoon?” I gasp. “How scandalous.”

His unimpressed gaze lands on me. “No. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to jump into that so soon.”

I crawl across the bed until I’m in front of him. “I would have ridden you until sunrise last night. But I wanted to experience just laying in bed with you. For the past fifteen months, I’ve had a nurse invading my right to sleep in peace. But it’s been alongtime and I want my husband to claim what’s his.”

His lips press against mine. “We have the rest of our lives to fuck like rabbits.”

My laugh comes out as a breath. Backing away, I pick up the box of condoms and toss them into the bin. “We don’t need those.”

Huxley fishes them out. “Yes, we do. We’re already planning to get Elise back. We don’t need another baby in the mix.”

“It’s a good thing I picked up the pill this morning, then.” When he freezes, my good mood deflates. “Are you still worried that I’m going to fuck Xavier?”

“No!” He rubs his temples. “I’ve just never … notused one.”

My mouth hangs low. “Never?”

“While there are only a few notches on my belt, they’ve been one-night stands, and I wasn’t risking anything.” His cheeks tinge with embarrassment and it pushes me into a burst of laughter.

My arms wrap around his neck, and I coo at him. “Aw! It will be like fucking a virgin! How sweet.”

Huxley steps out of my embrace with a stony expression. “I think you’ve forgotten how hard I’ve made your eyes roll. Condom or not, I hardly lack experience.”

I’m off the bed and pressed up against him. “We’ll see. But when you’re deep inside me, where you can feeleverything,” I whisper, “every pulse and spasm while my wet walls aregrippingyour hard cock, it will feel like your first time. And then we’ll see whose eyes are rolling back.”

The short walk from the car to our home for the next two weeks has left a sheen of sweat on my skin. The small villa is nice and secluded. No matter what window I look out of, I’m metwith beautiful scenes of blue skies and bluer water. Humid air prevents me from admiring the view from the balcony for long. An arm pulls me back into the bedroom. “What are you doing?” I laugh as he kisses my neck. “I’m dirty from travelling.”

The hunger in his eyes makes me forget about the cold shower I’ve been dreaming about since we landed. “I like my womendirty.” The tip of his nose travels up the length of my neck. “I’m so fucking thirsty. Be a dutiful wife and give me something to drink.”

I nibble on his earlobe. “Are you fucking your wife or PA?”

He grabs my ass. “I’m lucky to have a two-in-one. But the benefit of you being mywifeis that I can demand you do it in your underwear.” His eyes meet mine. “Strip for me, Mrs Huxley Ray.”

I push one strap of my dress down my arm. “Why don’t you do it for me?”

The soft groan is music to my ears. His knuckles run down my neck before pushing the straps down my arms. His fingers hook into the neckline and pull the fabric down my torso until my white lace bra is on display. The dress pools around my feet, giving Huxley the chance to eye the lingerie I bought for our wedding night.

“Is that…”

I stroke the soft silk. “Did you think I wouldn’t want the image of you pulling this garter down with your teeth?” I step back. “But first, let me get you that drink.”

He grabs my arm when I go to walk past him. “Not the drink I want, sweetheart.” He leaves me standing in the middle of the room as he takes a seat at the foot of the bed. “Let me just admire that perfect view.” The lust and love in his eyes are incomparable. “Turn around.” When I do, he lets out another soft moan. “Fucking hell. I’ve missed that ass. I don’t know if I want to fuck you with that on or off.”

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