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As much fun as the incredible array of kinky activities The Hideaway offered were, he was looking forward to being more traditional honeymooners today. Thankfully, The Hideaway also offered pretty much everything a kinky couple on vacation could want, from the vanilla to the fetish and the ocean to the bedroom.

“That sounds good to me,” she said, smiling back at him. For all intents and purposes, she seemed to have forgotten that Hayleigh and Connor were across the room. Saul squeezed her hand again.

It was going to be a good day.

Chapter Three

Connor

As much as he’d enjoyed the… less vanilla aspects of their vacation, he had to admit Hayleigh had been right about the luau. It was more fun than he’d expected, just hanging out with other visitors and watching the dancers. Not to mention the food, which was beyond excellent. If it hadn’t been their honeymoon, he probably would have talked his way into the kitchens to see what secrets he could glean from The Hideaway’s chefs. As it was, he was already working out the best approach to talk Derek into letting him dig an imu so they could roast their own kalua pork back at the Ranch.

For now, he was more than satisfied to sit back and watch his beautiful wife, her brows drawn together in concentration as she tried to copy the hula instructor’s steps. The long strands of her grass skirt parted, exposing the smooth, creamy skin of her upper thigh and his mind immediately shifted from recipes and roasting techniques to getting her back to their villa for an entirely different kind of tasty treat.

“Connor! Hi!” Vicky’s excited squeal carried across the beach as she dragged Saul over to where Connor was standing.

Tearing his gaze away from Hayleigh’s curvy form, Connor grinned at Saul, who was currently shaking his head at his wife’s antics. “I was wondering if we’d see you two here.”

“Some party, huh?” Saul responded with a grin of his own. “That pig smells delicious.”

“It is. You should see the setup they have for roasting it. I can’t wait to try it back at the Ranch.”

Saul’s eyes lit with interest, but before he could ask for details, Vicky tugged on his sleeve, demanding his attention. “I wanna dance!”

“Sure thing, babygirl. I’ll be right here, watching you.”

With a roll of her eyes, she sprinted off toward the dancers. After being gifted a grass skirt of her own, she took her place beside Hayleigh, who squealed and paused dancing to throw her arms around Vicky’s neck.

Seeing the two of them so excited to see each other had Connor’s stomach twisting into a guilty knot. Maybe it had been selfish of him to want all of his Little girl’s attention this week. He’d just been so excited to not have to share her with the other Littles at the Ranch, or her family, or Vicky. But perhaps completely forbidding them from having any contact at all had been a bit of an overreaction.

“Maybe we should have dinner—”

“Do you think we should let them—”

Turning to each other, he and Saul burst into laughter. “Great minds think alike, huh?” Connor said once he’d gotten himself back under control.

“Apparently. You were saying?”

“Dinner. The four of us.” Connor sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “I feel like an asshole, not letting them spend any time together this week.”

“Same. What about tomorrow night? The only demonstration they have going on tomorrow is for knife play, and neither Vicky nor I are particularly interested in going.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” When he spotted the girls headed their way, Connor dropped his voice. “But let’s make it a surprise.”

“Agreed.”

Holding out his arms, Connor pulled Hayleigh in for a quick kiss. “Hey, jellybean. Are you having fun?”

“So much fun! But um, Vicky needs to go to the bathroom. Can I go with her? We’ll be right back, we promise.”

After a quick glance at Saul who nodded his agreement, Connor smiled down at his wife. “Go on. We’ll wait for you here. But no dilly-dallying.”

“Oh my god, what does that even mean?” Vicky asked with another exaggerated eye roll.

“It means, you better bring your butt right back here if you don’t want everyone to see you get it busted,” Saul shot back with a teasing grin.

“Okay, okay, we get it! No fun allowed.”

Before either of the men could say anything, they were off, running across the beach toward the bathrooms. Shaking his head at them, Connor turned back to his friend. “Okay, so, dinner tomorrow night. Why don’t we make an evening out of it? We could meet up in the afternoon, take the girls for a swim, then back for dinner.”

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