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“Blimey.”

“Remember that night at Prism, right after we opened? The night where you gave over full control to me and pretended to be such a good boy for a short while. I want that. All of that.”

“You bloody would.” I groaned, already bricking up at the mere mention of another night as Sloane’s toy. “Deal.”

“Mmh, good boy.” She hummed, kissing me again. “My perfect bad boy, who’s only good for me.”

Chapter 33 – Sloane

Turnedout,thecrazyold lady was right.

Honeymoon sex was freaking hot. I had been thoroughly fucked on every surface of our suite, as well as in two separate cabs and countless bathrooms across the Vegas strip. And there wasn’t a single part of me that was ashamed or embarrassed by how deeply I ached for Tamen.

My husband.

Jesus, what a weird change of events our trip took.

Actually, my whole life since he walked into it a few months ago and derailed every plan I had with his cocky, snide, self-righteous attitude.

And now he was my husband. Imagine that.

I was loving the little bubble of honeymoon bliss we had encapsulated ourselves in, but tomorrow morning we were going back to Boston and Prism, where reality would either find a new norm, or pop our bubble completely.

Which was why I had something special planned tonight for him. And he was going to hate every second of it.

The dinging of the private elevator in the foyer announced its arrival with my delivery and Tamen looked up from his spot opposite of me at the table where we just finished our room service dinner. “Expecting something, Wife?”

Damn if I didn’t shudder every time he said that.

“I am, actually.” I rose, wiping my mouth on the napkin and kissing him on the temple as I walked past him to the foyer. He gave chase, following me out to the private entrance as if someone was going to nab me from the marble floor if he wasn’t near, but I didn’t mind. His protectiveness always excited me, because I knew he could back up that ominous, dark threat he used. “Ah, perfect.” I greeted the four different employees that came off the elevator with a cart ladened down with supplies. “Please take that all right into the primary bathroom. Thank you so much.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” One employee said with a nod before they all scurried off to set up the things I ordered. I could only imagine what they were thinking, though if they were long-time employees of the hotel, I was sure they’d seen their fair share of weird.

My purchase wasn’t weird, but it was bold.

“What did you do?” Tamen asked, sliding his hands around my waist to crowd me into the wall of the foyer.

“I ordered you a long night of sexual stimulation.” I smirked, gliding my hands up his chest with a naughty wink.

From the bedroom, the loud sound of the air pump started up and Tamen leaned around the wall to chase the sound visually in confusion. “What the hell is that?”

“Them inflating your blow-up doll.” I rolled my eyes, “Duh.”

He leaned back over to me and glared. “I don’t know whether to allow myself to get excited or fear for my life right now. I thought we agreed to a relaxed evening tonight after all the crazy shenanigans we’ve gotten ourselves into over the last week.”

“Oh baby,” I purred seductively, sliding my body up and down against his, “I promise you’re going to besorelaxed when I’m done with you. That’s the whole premise of tonight.”

He opened his mouth to reply but stopped when the employees came back out of the bedroom pushing their empty cart. “You’re all set, Mrs. Bryce. Have a wonderful evening.”

I froze at the title, but Tamen slid in and acknowledged him. “Will do, thank you.” When they were all in the elevator on their way back down to the lobby, he stared back down at me. “Everything okay,Mrs. Bryce?”

Elbowing me in the ribs with a glare, I shook my head. “It caught me off guard, that’s all.” I mentally brushed off the slip and slid back into excitement for the night. “Mr. Bryce, your room is almost ready for the evening. Give me ten minutes and then come in.”

“Very well.” He stepped back, letting me have the evening I planned, even though I knew he wanted nothing more than to derail it for the fun of it.

He was going to love the plans I had for him. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw what we were doing.

Ten minutes later on the dot, he called out from the other side of the bedroom door.

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