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We stagger back onto the sidewalk laughing.

“I want more tequila,” she announces.

“You need water.”

“Water is for wimps.”

Halfway down the Strip, a bachelorette party swarms us. There’s screaming, and more photos. I nearly walk into traffic holding a boa.

I pull her into a jewelry store inside the Bellagio, swapping our cheap bands for platinum.

I order another car, knowing Neomi isn’t going to make it much further in the heels I bought for her.

She looks at me, swaying slightly. “Where are we going now?”

I cup her face and kiss her hard. Once she’s breathless, I pull back and say, “Back to the hotel. I want to fuck my wife.”

I don’t remember makingit back to the suite.

What I do remember is the door shutting behind us. I remember her laugh breaking against my mouth as I pressed her back into it. I remember my hands everywhere, her waist, her thighs, the bare skin at her back—like if I didn’t keep touching her, I might wake up and this would all disappear.

Vegas shines outside the windows, the lights of the strip bleeding into the dark, but in here there’s only her—only us.

My mouth trails down her neck and back up to her ear. “Fuck, Bella. You’ve made a mess of my mind.”

The words are true, but there’s part of me that hates that I spoke them out loud.

“Lars,” she breathes against my mouth, fingers clawing at my arms, and the sound of my name like that—soft and wrecked—undoes me. I lift her, carrying her the last few steps to the bed.

She watches me as I stand, eyes dark, lips swollen, dress shifted up her thighs.

“As gorgeous as you are in that dress, take it off,” I command,

Her eyes shine in the low light of the room as she slides thestraps of the dress down her arms. She lowers the zipper at the side and then lifts her hips to shimmy it down her legs. She’s so beautiful, her smooth skin being revealed inch by inch as she strips away the red silk. I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my shirt; clothes discarded to the floor. My cock is thick, aching to be inside her. She affects me in a way no one has before, with the way her skin warms under my hands, the way she leans into my touch. The way she turns pliant under my gaze.

She lies on the bed in just her thong, and I reach down, stroking my cock. Her eyes narrow in on the movement, and she leaves the bed. She slowly leaves the bed to stand in front of me, dropping to her knees. Her hand replaces mine, and she gazes up at me with a look in her eyes that could steal my very soul.

“I want to taste you, Lars.” She moves her hand and I could come right then and there with her on her knees for me. “Will you fuck my mouth…husband?”

A low curse leaves me as I cup her jaw, forcing my thumb into her mouth, opening it wide.

“Tongue out, show me you want my cock.”

Her tongue juts out, and I guide my dick into her mouth. Her lips close around the tip and her moan vibrates through my cock, straight to my balls. She slides off, then her eyes never leave mine as she flattens her tongue along the underside of my shaft and licks from base to tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum from the head. I curl my hands into her hair, and she takes me back in, sucking, her tongue swirling as her head moves.

“Shit, you’re doing so good, Neomi.” My hips begin to rock, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. I reach down, gripping her hair to slide her off, then guide her back to her feet. I lace my fingers into her hair, pulling her lips to mine.

“I don’t want to come like this, little bride.”

I reach down and swipe my fingers against her clit.

“I want to come deep inside this perfect little cunt. Lie down.”

She crawls onto the mattress, ass in the air, but I flip her ontoher back to face me, her legs curve around my hips instinctively. I hover over her, breath heavy, forehead dropping to hers.

“Condoms are in—” she starts, but I stop her with a kiss.

“No, Bella. No more condoms,” I say against her lips as I reach down, sliding the head of my dick through her slick heat. “Nothing between us now.”