Page 168 of Reverie
Well,husband,” I say, drawing out the word. “It’s a very big ask to request that I not worry about this.”
He twirls a lock of my hair around his finger, rubbing the strands with his thumb for a moment before letting it spring back near my eyebrow.
“I know.” He gives me a light kiss on the lips. “I just want you to be happy, to make the most of this time where things arerelatively calm to just enjoy being alive. All I ever want is for you to be happy. Blissful.”
He kisses me again.
“Can you understand where I’m coming from?” he asks, his tone gentle. He punctuates his sentence by picking up the fork and putting it in my hand.
Oh. Well.
“I understand, H,” I say, subdued.
His shoulders relax.
“But with that in mind, maybe we can make a deal.” I put the fork down.
He sighs but then grins, kicking his mouth to the side. “A deal?” He folds his arms, ready to negotiate.
“I want to go to shore today. We’re near Martinique, and I want to do some shopping.”
The look he gives me would be absolutely comical if I weren’t so serious.
“You want to go shopping?” His voice sounds strained. He leans a hip on the counter.
“Yup!” I say, my voice bright. “And I want it to be a surprise, so I want you to stay behind. You know, so you can ‘work’ with Misha.” I make air quotes.
He exhales as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders.
After staring off for a long moment, he says, “Okay. But here are my conditions.”
I mirror his cross-armed pose, still seated, but swing to face him. “Okay, Mr. Brigham. State your requirements.”
He grins again, then his face turns serious.
“You go with all three guards. You’re gone for no more than three hours. That’s an hour to get there, an hour to shop, and an hour to come back. You spend as much money as you want. I will keep your tracker up on my phone while you’re gone, and if youdeviate off the main street at any point, I’m coming after you. Do you agree to the terms?”
Holy hell. The way he commands me to do all of these things, including spending his money, makes me stupidly hot. There's a lot to unpack with his stipulations, but I can’t really focus on any of them. My nipples tense against the fabric of my bathing suit top.
“Out of curiosity, if I agree but violate any of the terms, what will happen?”
Heat flashes in his eyes and my cooch clenches in an involuntary flutter.
“What do you want to happen, Mrs. Brigham?” He runs his thumb over my nipple. Of course he’d zero in on the fact that I’m turned on.
“I think you’d have to punish me,” I whisper. He steps into the space between my parted thighs and drags me to the edge of my seat. Our faces are so close; our bodies are so close. I feel the heaviness of his erection against the vee of my legs, and I’m tempted to lift my skirt so he could shove my swimsuit bottoms to the side and impale me on his cock.
I’m turning into a nympho.
“Don’t tempt fate, Sunbeam,” he says, sliding his hand into my bottoms. I grip his tense biceps as he finds my clit, rubbing the nub in a familiar and highly efficient pattern before dipping down and sliding a long finger inside my channel.
When I start to moan, he brings my face to his, crushing our lips together in a punishing kiss. He knows my body so well now, and in some ways, he knows my body better than I do.
So when he has me on the edge of combustion with a few expert twists and thrusts of his hand, I can’t help the cry that releases from my throat.
I’m so close. I’m so, so?—
“Wait!” I yell, but it’s no use. One moment I’m seconds away from coming, the next, Hunter is two feet away from me, smiling like the Cheshire cat inAlice in Wonderlandwhile he licks my cream off his fingers.