Page 159 of Menace in Vegas

“Intimacy, baby. Get used to it.”

I shove at his chest until he finally releases me. I stumble into the bathroom, flip on the light—and freeze at the mirror.

My mascara is smudged. Hair wild. And one of Gram’s fake pearl necklaces hangs around my neck.

How? Why? What ritual did she perform last night?

I yank it off and return to the bedroom to find Connor sprawled out like he just conquered a small country and is waiting for someone to feed him grapes.

“Should we talk about last night?” I ask, crawling back into bed beside him.

“Only if we’re talking about the part where I made you moan like a sea siren during the booze cruise.” He winks. “You outdid yourself with that blow job.”

I give him a flirty smile before swatting his arm. “Not what I meant.”

He raises a brow. “Gram declaring her love for a man who probably can’t legally operate heavy machinery?”

“That part.”

He sighs and tugs me close. “I vote we pretend it didn’t happen.”

“She wore his captain’s hat to bed.”

“She also whispered,‘Tie me to your mast, Captain Jimmy’in her sleep.”

I’m horrified. “Connor!”

“I didn’t make that up,” he swears. “It’s burned into my soul now. I’ll never recover.”

I bury my face in his chest. “This is our life, isn’t it?”

“Yup. You, me, and Gram third-wheeling our honeymoon with a nautical romance arc. Kind of the dream.”

I tilt my head, studying him. “You’re really happy?”

His gaze softens. “Happiest I’ve ever been.”

I kiss him, slow and deep, and for once… no one barges in.

No screaming.

No flashing.

No churros used as love confessions.

It’s just us, breathing each other in like we’re the only two people in the world.

And I take advantage of it.

I shift, tugging his boxers down. His cock springs to attention, thick and hard, ready for me.

“We’re finally alone, baby.” I wrap my hand around him, stroking from base to tip.

He moans. “Best way to wake up. No Gram. No interruptions. My wife giving me a?—”

I take him into my mouth, cutting off his words with a moan of my own.

His hands tangle in his hair as his tip brushes the back of my throat.

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