Page 34 of In the Light of Day

Wide eyed, I stare at him as he empties one of our shopping totes and starts to collect the assorted toys. But, despite my utter panic, Ace picks the first one up. A transparent glass plug and takes his time inspecting it before placing it in the bag.

“Ace! Don't look at them for fucks sake.”

“Oh, this one has a remote.”

“ACE,” I shriek, shoving his shoulders to hurry him along.

“Easy now, love, or I’ll be forced to put these on and model them for you,” he says, holding up a pair of edible undies.

“Those are for women. I'm the one who's meant to wear them,” I say, frustrated at his lack of urgency, only realising what I've said as the final word leaves my mouth. Gasping again, I quickly push everything aside, taking the first clothes I see and race back into the bathroom, mortified. Don't get me wrong, I like toys. Love them in fact. What I don't love, is having the man I'm desperate to have a proper physical relationship with smirking over the sudden appearance of a variety of sex toys.

I'm absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt going to have to kill Charlie and Mila now. That’s literally the only way forward for us.

My shoulders drop and my stomach rumbles, knowing I can't stay in here forever. A gentle tapping on the bathroom door brings me out of my pity party.

“Darlin'? I promise all thingsadulthave been removed from our bags.”

“Bags? There were more of them?”

I can hear a faint chuckle through the door before he says, “There was a strap-on in my bag and seven bottles of lube in the snacks.”

“Not the snacks. Is nothing sacred. We're going to have to kill them now, you know,” I moan, resting my forehead against the door.

“Can you open up? Dinner should be here in a few minutes and I want to have a quick shower. We can talk about all the ways to pay them back when we eat. I could always pick the lock?” His voice is calm and soothing, and I suddenly don't care about everything that's just happened. I want a hug and some food. Comfort from my husband is nothing that a bag of sex toys is going to get in the way of. Turning the latch, the door unlocks and Ace gently pushes the door open, standing before me with slightly pink cheeks.

“There was a tentacle dildo,” he blurts out.

“Ace!” I practically yell, swiping his chest as he laughs, pulling me into a hug.

“I'm mortified,” I muffle against his hard muscles, defeated. He gently rubs my back, and I melt into his embrace like every other time we’ve hugged.

Three sharp taps, followed by a call of room service cause us to pull apart. Ace swiftly moves toward the door, pulling a gun out of nowhere and hiding it as he pulls it open. I'll never understand where he hides all of the weapons he carries because I never feel them on him, but looking at him now as I pull down some plates from the small kitchenette cupboard, I can't help but smile at him, knowing that even if I could change something about him I wouldn't.

He's perfect.

He's mine.

Chapter 27 - Ace

You are the Reason - Calum Scott?

Closing the door to the bathroom, I rest against it, quickly grabbing my hard cock through my trousers. Giving it a squeeze to relieve the pressure. A silent groan escapes me reliving the sounds she made. I don't think she knows how loud she was in the shower, and I stared, shell-shocked at the wall while her whimpers rang out.

She made herself come.

When we were standing in front of the mirror, I deserved a fucking Nobel Prize for the level of restraint I showed in leaving her like I did. The way she was panting from my touch, gripping the vanity so hard her fingertips were white. There is no doubt in my mind that she was thinking of me as she touched herself. I can almost picture what it would look like. Her fingers stroking her pussy, teasing it, playing with it until she couldn’t hold back any longer. I wonder how wet I made her and if it would be enough to take some of those toys in her bag, raw. The idea of her dripping for me is more enticing than I ever realised and I can't wait to taste her, to lick the tears that roll down her thighs.

Quickly stripping off my clothes, I lay them over the vanity, careful not to wrinkle my wedding day suit. It’s one I’ll look at with fondness, a memory forever ingrained in the fabric it's made from. I waste no time getting in the shower, quickly washing my hair before I fist my cock, hoping to ease some of the tension I’ve been feeling, quietly groaning as I come on the shower tiles. One thing is for sure. Nova and I need to have an honest conversation about us moving forward as a couple. What her expectations are, and given her past, the most important thing I need to know is her limits.

Walking out into the small room after my shower, I’m intentionally flaunting myself. Wanting to see her reaction as I saunter over to my bag wrapped in only a towel. I can feel a few missed water beads rolling down my back and I flex a little as I reach down to pick some clothes. Quickly pulling some boxer briefs and track pants on, I take off the towel wrapped around my waist and roughly dry off my hair. Pulling a t-shirt from my bag, I keep hold of it, as I close the distance between us.

Dinner is half served from the several takeaway containers I ordered from the front desk, but Nova stands there watching me, a large serving spoon in hand, her mouth slightly ajar.

“You want me to finish dishing up?” I ask, leaning down to quickly kiss the corner of her mouth as she stands there motionless.

“Darlin'? You alright?” I say chuckling as I stand behind her, loosely pinning her to the bench and taking the spoon from her hand. Her ass presses up against me and I relish the feeling. It's a weird thing toact normalwith each other, because I’ve done this a thousand times, well not the kissing on the mouth part but everything we do now is laced with the idea of this being a romantic relationship. I've always loved how much we touched each other, but being able to express my true love for her brings a whole new meaning to everything we do. Wrapping my free arm around her waist, I continue to dish up our dinner as she rests against me, her body relaxing into mine.

“I think ... I think ...” She repeats her words as if she's deciding if she will actually say them, so I take the opportunity to rip the band-aid off and tell her what I think we need to do.

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