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“This has to stay here. Us, this way, doesn’t leave Vegas. Okay?”

He slides into me with a satisfied groan. “Whatever you want.”

Arms stretched out, my fingers curl around the edge of the table as Beckett pushes into me. He holds my hips and thrusts into me again and again. We both vocalize our pleasure. We haven’t even finished breakfast, and I’m almost two orgasms in.

Yeah, the only sight I want to see this wedding weekend is Beckett’s naked body, and I have no doubt he’ll be more than happy to comply.

CHAPTER TWENTY

BECKETT

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

That expression has always been comical to me because of the over-sharer I am. Nothing that happens anywhere stays a secret for long.

However, Elena is taking the expression at face value.

Things have gone back to the way we were since getting home. We’re comfortable roommates—hanging out and watching TV and having dinner together every night. She sleeps in her room and I in mine. We drive separately to work every day “in case one of us needs to run errands after PT.” Elena is so worried about these possible errands, yet we’ve been home for a week, and today is the first time she’s gone anywhere after work.

I get it, I suppose. There have to be some boundaries, or things are bound to get messy. However, the way I see it, if you’re going to have a live-in spouse, why not enjoy all the benefits? I’m capable of being intimate with someone without feelings getting involved. Maybe she isn’t, and she’s insisting on a platonic relationship to make things easier for her. If that’s the case, I can respect it, but I don’t like it.

But I miss the uninhibited, carefree, fun—and fine, I’ll admit—naked Elena. Vegas weekend was the best weekend I’ve had in a long time. We didn’t leave our hotel suite once after our wedding night. We ordered room service and spent the entirety of our stay in, pleasing one another. Elena is the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen, but Elena in bed is smoking hot. Nothing is sexier than a woman breaking free of her inhibitions and fully committing to the moment. I’ve had a lot of hot sex in my life, but nothing compares to our wedding weekend. Elena is going to make some man very lucky someday.

I don’t know, maybe she’s right. Definite feelings are involved. How can there not be? I miss sleeping with her at night, like actually sleeping. My king-sized bed is suddenly too big for me to sleep alone. I need Elena’s soft skin up against me. I miss the intimacy and the connection we shared. I realize I shouldn’t, but now that I’ve had her, it’s hard to be without.

I’ve finished loading the dishwasher and am closing it as the door to our condo bursts open. It’s quickly closed, and Elena comes running into the kitchen with a broad smile on her face.

“What is it?” Amusement lines my voice, and I find the way Elena beams with excitement completely adorable.

“Today is a good day, husband.” She raises her eyebrows. She only uses the descriptor when she’s in a playful mood, and admittedly, I love it. Something about the word falling from her lips drives me crazy in the best way possible.

“Oh yeah?” I chuckle. “Why is that, wife?”

She takes my hand and leads me to the living room. “Sit,” she orders.

I plop my ass onto the couch cushion. Leaning back, I get comfortable as she paces before me.

She talks adamantly, moving her hands about. “Well, after work, I drove to my father’s.”

“You did? Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gone with you.”

She gives me a warm smile. “I know, and I appreciate it, but I wanted to talk to him on my own. I felt it was important that I arrive alone, stand up for myself, and prove that I’m capable of inheriting his fortune.”

“Okay.”

“So I did. First.” She raises a finger. “I showed up without an appointment or notifying his lawyers. You’re right, I shouldn’t need to schedule an appointment to see my father through two stuffy old men, so I didn’t. I just showed up. He was there, of course, because he has little strength to do anything else. I handed him our marriage license, and he called his lawyers.”

She continues. “While we waited for his legal team to arrive, I talked, and he had no choice but to listen. I went over everything I’ve done and accomplished in the past twenty years. I told him about Ariana and the perfect human she’s turned out to be. I voiced my regrets that my relationship with him had to be the way it was. I let it be known that I would’ve loved to have him in my life if he would’ve just accepted me for me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “He didn’t say much, but I expected that. He’s too proud and stubborn to admit he was wrong, and I knew he’d never take any blame, apologize, or voice regrets, and he didn’t. But he heard me. He understands where I stand and what I feel. He knows he hurt me and that he missed out on a relationship with his amazing granddaughter. I mean, nothing I said changes anything, but I needed to say it.”

“Okay, good.” The corner of my mouth tilts into a grin, and I’m filled with pride. She faced her fears, and she’s better for it.

“Yeah, it was good. Then the lawyers came and had all the new paperwork ready. It’s all laid out. Everything—every business, asset, and cent—goes to me. And I’m sorry to tell you, but he had it written in there that if you and I were to get a divorce after his death, you don’t get a penny from his estate.”

“Oh, bummer. Well, that sucks… you know I’m only doing this for your money.”

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