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“Oh my god, are you okay? What happened?” I didn’t see any poo, so hopefully that was a good sign.
He grimly nodded. “Remind me next time that butt plugs, allergy season, and Mexican food don’t mix. Okay, baby?”
My eyes widened as I spotted the butt plug on the ground next to him and…
Well, I’m not too proud to admit I screamed with laughter.
When he shot me a pained grimace that only made me laugh harder, and I had to sit on the hot tub steps because I could…
Not.
Fucking.
Breathe.
“Oh… my… god!” I cackled. “I… I-I’m sorry!”
He finally sat back and arched an eyebrow at me, pointing at the butt plug. “How about you take care of that and then makeme a cup of hot chocolate and bring it out here? And that’s not a request—it’s an order.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “O-okay!” It took every ounce of strength I had to pull myself to my feet. Still laughing, I snatched up the makeshift projectile and stumbled back inside to the bathroom.
When I emerged outside ten minutes later, I found Vic relaxing in the hot tub, eyes closed.
I couldn’t hold back my snickers, though. “Here you go.” I handed him his mug and kissed him before climbing in with my own.
“Thank you, baby.” He finally peeled one eye open to look at me. “You know, a lesser man’s pride would be wounded that his girl gave him a butt-plug ball tap.”
I had to set my mug down and pray I wasn’t breaking a resort rule because they could probably hear me howling all the way to Bozeman. I finally sank below the surface to let it out, because the memory of him kneeling there, in pain, was…
Well, funny as fuck, to be honest.
Mortifying for me, yes, but I was beyond the point of caring.
When I finally broke the surface again, he eyed me as he sipped his hot chocolate. “I’m sorry,” I managed, no longer bothering to contain my smile.
He reached for my mug and handed it to me. “I never dreamed I’d have to list ‘butt plug projectiles’ as a hard limit for myself,” he said, “but it’s definitely been the weirdest forty-eight hours of my life, so here we are.”
CHAPTER 18
Victor
I mean, no, I never imagined I’d face more pain and injury from a personal sex toy fired at me from my girlfriend’s ass like an F-16 launching a Sidewinder than I had throughout all my years working The Shift in the Secret Service.
It could’ve been worse.
At least it didn’t arrive with a biological weapon payload.
Still snickering, Kayley snuggled against my side in the hot tub while we sipped our hot chocolate.
“Let’s take butt plugs off the table for this vacation,” she finally managed, still snorting in amusement. “Maybe revisit them at some… safer time.”
“Agreed.” The little fucker hadn’t hit me particularly hard. Surprised me more than anything. But the angle at which it struck with the edge of its base, andrightin my balls, had effectively quenched my desire for a little while.
Thank god it hadn’t been the huge, fist-sized one.
Ouch.
“I’m sorry,” she said, followed by another snicker. “Want me to make it up to you?”
