Page 103 of Endurance
“Brilliant.”
We walk over there and when she turns to face me, she has a frightening twinkle in her eyes. It’s that same dangerous one she gets when she’s getting ready to go down on me. Where I can’t quite tell if she’s going to suck me like a champion or bite it off and dance on my grave.
I grab her and pull her toward me.
“I’m not here for that.” She pulls away from my lips.
“What?” I murmur against her neck. “You said you wanted privacy and you have that look in your eyes. You know where my mind goes.”
“Tanner, be serious,” she states as I run my finger over the scrawling text on her forearm.
On the night of our wedding, Belle and I got matching tattoos. Mine is scrawling text perfectly entwined in my sleeve that says, “Love her but leave her wild.”
Belle had her ink cherry popped with, “Love him but leave him wild.”
It’s the perfect mantra to our marriage. We fight and we push each other to our breaking points, but we’ve learned that fighting is our foreplay.And I do so enjoy playing with Belle.
“Tanner, we need to have Deep Talk right now,” she states, pulling my mind out of the gutter.
“Yes, my wife?” I half smirk at her, removing my hands from her arse.
She licks her lips. “What if I told you that I found a donor to double all of the funds we raised today with one simple stipulation?”
“I’d tell you I love you and ask you where we can go for a victory shag,” I rush out, grabbing her around the waist.
She gives me a look. “We’re not shagging, Tanner.”
I sigh heavily. “So another dream dies.”
“Do you know a Frank McElroy?”
I frown. “A mate of Hayden’s, right? Yeah, I met him at Vi and Hayden’s engagement party. He’s a funny bloke. Not exactly your type seeing how he bats for the other side.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, apparently he comes from loads of money. I’ve heard the McElroy name in my father’s circle, but he’s not a prat like them and he had an idea to make today an even bigger splash.”
“Okay…” I say, my curiosity more than piqued.
“If you and your brothers do this, he’ll match all the proceeds raised today.”
“I’m listening!” I exclaim. This is incredible.
“And remember that time I picked you up naked on a street corner and you said you’d owe me one?”
“Yes…”
“Attending my hospital fundraiser wasn’t nearly enough, so…” She giggles and bends over to pick up the bag. She pulls out a bright neon green strip of fabric.
“What’s that?”
Belle smiles. “A mankini.”
“A what?” I ask, completely confused.
She holds it up more clearly. It’s a tiny strip of underwear with straps that go up over your shoulders. The back is—
“Belle, the back is a thong!” I say incredulously. “What on earth are you going to do with that thing?”
She gets that look in her eyes again. Pure fucking evil.
