Page 13 of His Bride

Turns out my husband is supersneaky.

“We’ll have these cleaned and bring them back with us next time,” he says when I whimper about having come in spectacular fashion in that chair—spectacular, butmessy.

“You could have told me that while I was freaking out about the orgasm barreling down on me,” I say, stillshaken.

“What would be the fun in that?” He kisses my knee. My leg is still bent over the arm of the chair. I’m sure this is just a break between orgasms. We spent all afternoon walking around the island. We have naked time to make up for. He holds up the wine glass we’re sharing. “Are youthirsty?”

“Mmm, yes.” He has to hold the glass for me, because my arms arebound,too.

It’s a hard life, being catered to by the man I love. Cared for and worshipped, always safe and secure in his ropes orhisarms.

I sip the wine slowly, and when he sets it down, he leans in to taste it onmylips.

That kiss quickly deepens into a hungry claiming, and Gavin loosens the knot at my arms, then frees mylegs,too.

We tumble onto the floor and he thrusts into me from below. This is how we’ve been making love since we arrived. Kink, sweet, kink,sweet.

Not a bad start to married life, that’sforsure.

All too soon,our last day at the cabin arrives, and we spend the morning preparing for our departure. Our honeymoon here has flown by, and I’m sad to be leaving this stunningly beautiful and peacefulplace.

I pack away a little baggie I’ve filled with pebbles, sea glass, and sand dollars. Mementos of walks along the beach surrounding Tree TopIsland.

“All packed up, sweetheart?” Gavin asks as he comes into thebedroom.

“I think so, I just have to close my suitcase.” I let out a long sigh. “I wish we had a bitmoretime.”

He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head, his hands coming to rest on my belly. “Me too, Sprite. I’d forgotten just how much being here recharges mybatteries.”

I sway against him. I’m happy to make this our default vacation spot, especially once we have kids. As he absently rubs against my tummy, I let myself hope, just a little, that this amazing place is where we’ve started our family. “We’ll bebacksoon.”

He grins down at me and kisses me hard. “Of course we will. I’d hate to have gone to all that trouble modifying our bedroom if we weren’t going to make an effort touseit.”

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Gavin

August

Ottawa

There arepeople in myoffice.

Normally, thisisfine.

Right now, it’s very muchnotfine.

Ellie’s getting on a plane in three hours. Which means she needs to leave for the airport in about twenty minutes, and I need to fuck herfirst.

She’s one of the people in my office, so we’re halfway there. I can already taste her. I just need to ditcheveryoneelse.

Theproblem?

She’s the one who’s still talking. And everything she’s saying is really good stuff. Whip smart, mywifeis.

But she’s wearing too many clothes as she talks about innovation and Montreal being a new North Americantechhub.

Well, she’s actually only wearing three very light pieces of clothing. A pale blue dress over a matching pair of silk underthings. I know, I zipped her up hours ago, as I was just arriving home from a red-eye flight back from Vancouver, and she was dashing out the door to a meeting at theuniversity.

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