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I wrap my arms around her and kiss her again, more passionately this time.

“I’m gonna have to miss practice today,” I murmur against her lips.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. My wife’s talking about babies, I’ve got work to do.”

She arches a brow. “Work, huh?”

“That’s right. And I’m a model employee.” I kiss her cheek, then the side of her neck. “I’m very dedicated to my work. Kind of a workaholic, actually.” I squeeze her ass and she gasps with surprise. “I’ve got a home office in our bedroom, want to see it?”

She grins. “Absolutely.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Suki

SIX MONTHS LATER

“What are you wearing, Mrs. Stanton?” Carter wraps his arms around my waist from behind and I lean back into him, smiling. “I’m not sure I want other men seeing this much of my wife.”

He nuzzles my jawline, a couple days’ worth of beard growth sending a little shiver through my body.

We’re at the very private Hawaiian vacation home of Carter’s team owner, billionaire Hudson McClain. It’s paradise—a tropical compound with nine bedrooms, twelve bathrooms and two pools. Carter and I renewed our vows on the beach at sunset two days ago with all our family and many friends in attendance. This afternoon, we’re alone on the balcony of our suite, which has a sweeping view of the ocean.

“What, this?” I tease, turning to face him. “Just wait ’til you see the dress I’m wearing to dinner tonight.”

Having a husband who openly lusts after my body has built my confidence up a lot. Today I’m wearing a black bikini with aHawaiian print wrap skirt that has a slit all the way up the side of one thigh.

“Yes, that, you vixen.” He tugs on my ponytail. “You want to be my wife; you better put a shirt on. You’re dressed like you want to be my whore.”

“Maybe I want both.”

He kisses me, squeezing my ass. His erection presses against me and I murmur a laugh into his mouth.

“Apparently twice this morning wasn’t enough for you?”

He hums and dips his head to kiss one of my full breasts. “I see these and all I can think about is you riding me the other night while they bounced in my face.”

I groan, my body reacting to his mouth on my skin. “I wish we could do an encore right now, but we’re supposed to be downstairs in two minutes to leave.”

“They’ll all understand why the newlyweds are late.”

“Yeah, probably. Including my dad.”

That sobers him right up. He moves back with a grunt.

“I don’t get him. He sleeps with his wife, right? Why does he expect me not to sleep with you?”

I put a palm on his chest. “Because I’m his daughter. And it’s not that he expects that; he just doesn’t want it thrown in his face. If we show up late and my hair is a mess and my cheeks are flushed, that’s kind of a dead giveaway. And you guys are just starting to get along.”

Carter laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “So him not trying to fight me anymore is us getting along?”

It was only one time, but it did happen. Carter and I went to visit my parents a few months ago for their anniversary party. My dad had too much to drink and got all puffed up in front of his brother and friends. It took my brothers taking him aside and telling him Carter could a hundred-percent kick his ass to make him finally back down.

“He got to walk me down the aisle and he’s happy about that.”

Carter nods. “Hopefully that was enough for him to not stab me and toss my body overboard when we go fishing tomorrow.”

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