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I don’t want to admit this to him because it feels raw and uncontrollable, so I whisper the words so they don’t break my heart. “It’s been the best week of my life too.”

Colton takes my hand, fingering the gigantic diamond. “I think we knew what we were doing last night.”

“I think the tequila knew what it was doing last night.”

“The tequila tunes into your subconscious. Our subconscious minds made the decision for us. Just like they did last weekend.”

Lila, you are out of control.“I don’t know. Tequila and I aren’t on speaking terms right now.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

I fall back onto the bed, slinging an arm over my eyes. “I know. I’m an idiot.”

Colton moves, displacing the sheet. I peek under my arm to see his engorged,huge, angry-looking erection. “Or a gorgeous evil genius who has me so tightly wrapped around her sweet little finger I can’t breathe, see straight or get my fucking hard-on to deflate, one of the two.”

“I just don’t know how you can be so casual about this.”

“There’s nothing casual about my hard-on, baby girl. Come here and let me make love to my beautiful wife.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“It’s true. You are my wife.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

Colton pulls me up onto the pillows, spreading my legs and crouching over me.Damn it.He knows his colossal, seeping manhood drives my inner sex goddess insane. HeknowsI can’t resist him.

He licks my pussy. “Look how ripe and juicy and fucking perfect my wife is.” Climbing up my body, he slides his thickcock into the tight wetness, all the way in. Pulling out only a little to drive deeper, the hard, swollen ridges of him rubbing slickly against all my most sensitive triggers.

One thing I can’t deny is that our souls click and our bodiesfit.

This is crazy. Obviously, we’ll have to do something about the ridiculousness of this sham Vegas wedding. We can’t be married. We can’tstaymarried. Real Life begins again tomorrow.

But right now all I can see and feel is stars.

24

Saturday

Las Vegas, Nevada

My eyes blink open.

A few low lamps are still on and the neon lights of Vegas paint the dark purple walls with flashes of color.

I need to pee.

A digital clock on my bedside table reads 3:21.

Colton doesn’t stir as I climb carefully out of bed so I don’t wake him.

Damn it. I’ve fully lost my mind. We still haven’t dealt with the fact that wegot married. Instead, we ended up once again fucking like rabbits and falling asleep in a blissed-out love nest, entwined, kissing, sweaty and fully sated.

My body aches in places I didn’teven know I had muscles. My lips feel puffy from his kisses. My nipples are tender and sensitive from his greedy hunger. My cheeks and my thighs are sore from his rough beard. And the soreness on my thighs stings a little from the trickles of moisture.

Once again Colton Maddox has filled me up with hishot seed, as he loves to describe it. Once again I’m bruised and used and overflowing with it.

It reminds me.

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