Page 11 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

What I want is to do it again. Preferably in a bed next time. Maybe after that on a table. Then against a wall. And in a hot tub. And—

The drug is definitely still working.

“I don’t know what I want,” I admit. “This wasn’t exactly in my Vegas itinerary.”

“Spontaneity looks good on you, Tatiana Cole.” He steps closer, tilting my chin up. “Almost as good as I did.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help smiling. “Your ego is showing.”

“Among other things,” he quips, and I laugh despite myself.

As we prepare to rejoin the others, Dom catches my hand. “For the record, this wasn’t just the drug.”

“No?” I ask, something warm unfurling in my chest.

“No. But it definitely helped bypass some... barriers.”

Before I can process that confession, Leo’s voice booms from outside the door. “You two done christening the facilities yet?”

Dom rolls his eyes but smiles. “Fuck off.”

“So that’s what you’re doing in there, huh??” Leo retorts with a laugh.

I look at Dom and we exchange a giggle.

I keep expecting my self-consciousness to kick back in. Normally I’d be super embarrassed about doing something like this in a bathroom next to my besties.

But I’m only smiling.

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Dominic

My heart is still pounding in my chest like I just ran a fucking marathon. I can’t remember the last time sex made me feel like this. Actually scratch that. I can’t remember sex ever making me feel like this. Is it her? Is it the drug?

I don’t fucking know any more.

“By the way, before we rejoin our friends...” I trail off, running a hand through my hair.

Tatiana looks up at me with those intelligent brown eyes, still hazy with whatever Leo gave us. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her hair a wild mess. She looks nothing like the perfectly polished assistant who guards Christopher’s office with military precision.

I like this version way better.

“Yes?” She asks, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Are you always that... responsive?”

She blushes. Even with drugs flooding her system, she still has the capacity for embarrassment. It’s oddly endearing.

“No,” she admits. “Never like that.”

Pride surges through me. “Must be my superior technique.”

She rolls her eyes but laughs. “Or the drugs.”

“Definitely my technique,” I insist, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Want me to prove it again?”

Her neck tastes so fucking good. The drug is still working its magic. Everything feels electric, heightened. Colors are more vibrant, sounds more immediate. And Tatiana. God. Every curve of her body seems designed specifically to drive me insane.

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