Page 121 of Axton

“Please?” She batted her eyelashes up at me.

I held her left hand up. “See this shiny thing?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t ever want to share you.” I kissed her cheek.

“I don’t want to be shared, I just want to watch. Please, Michael?” She begged again.

Two hours later, I stood in the suite looking out the window regretting my past. I lived a certain lifestyle far too long and I didn’t want it to spill over to my marriage. But, I would have been a hypocrite if I didn’t give in and let her take a glimpse into my past. I was taking the last drink of my whiskey when I heard her shut the bedroom door.

“I’m ready.”

I turned and almost dropped my glass. She was packing her clutch as my eyes took in yet another one of Belle’s surprises. She was wearing a midnight blue dress with spaghetti straps and sequence. The top swooped down to show cleavage and it was short…very short. “Where the hell did you get that?”

She was all smiles when she looked at me. “Do you like it?” She turned around and showed me the back, which barely existed. “Morgan sent my photo to her stylist, and she sent me several pieces to wear here in Spain.”

I swallowed hard then ran my hand down my face as I soaked in the view. “A dress like that could get me thrown in prison.”

Her eyes grew. “What?”

“Belle, I don’t think you understand how gorgeous you are, my God, men are going to want to be all over you, despite the wedding ring. They won’t give a fuck that I’m your husband.”

She gave me a sly grin. “Then let’s go make them jealous.” She winked then walked to the door.

I groaned, knowing I was going to hate every moment of our night. I followed Belle like a lost puppy to the elevator. I wasn’t sure I liked that part of her curiosity. Belle wanted to see other people have sex. Mother fuck… Her curiosity was endless, where my only curiosity was under that dress.

“You’re going to freeze.” I put my suit jacket over her shoulders.

“You just want to cover me up.”

She was right and my protectiveness of her only grew with time. When we first got together I was turned on with the idea of exploring with her, but having her, she was mine. I had no desire to see another woman or allow another man to lay his eyes on her amazing body. Yes, I had a tantrum in the cab, and yes she rolled her eyes at me. Where the hell did all my dominance go? Who was I kidding? I was becoming the damn submissive, fucking hell I liked how she took charge. Dammit!

When we arrived, my wife didn’t just let me hand over my credit card, that woman asked for a fucking upgrade! With my credit card! Instead of enjoying the dance club and letting her see bits and pieces, she bought an entire night in the fucking grotto. No, it wasn’t good for three or four hours. Oh no, she had to go for checkout at noon the next day.

“You’re not going to like this.” I warned her.

She took my hand as we followed our escort to our room for the night. He opened the door to our room, and I watched Belle’seyes as they darted from the left, to the right, then grow big as they looked forward. “Oh.”

“I told you.”

She reached into my back pocket and pulled out my billfold. “Have a nice evening.”

My jaw dropped. “Belle!” Dammit why couldn’t I have been mad?

She pecked my lips. “You said money is no object.” She took my hand and ran it up her thigh.

I gulped. “I was pointing at the menu last night. I meant dinner.” I shut my eyes then they sprang open when I realized there were no panties. “Mrs. Axton!”

She pecked my lips. “Let’s go to the club for a bit.”

She glanced at the open wall of glass that faced the grotto, blushed then turned to walk out the door.

Thankfully, she held my hand as we walked through the sea of dancing people. The music was loud, the lights flashing were bright, and I stared down every man that dared look at my wife. We took a seat at our very expensive designated balcony that gave us both the view of the club downstairs and a different and less private view of the grotto.

She sat on my lap and watched some dude fucking a woman up against the stone wall of the grotto. “He has a cute butt, but I can’t see anything else.”

“Cute butt?”

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