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He had no idea how badly I wanted to spend the day with him naked in my bed. “I mean, technically, we’re still on our honeymoon, and I don’t plan to go in tomorrow.” I shifted so I could run my hand up his thigh. “Plus, I kinda have this fantasy about doing some really dirty things to you in our bed.”
Austin stared at me until the car behind us blew their horn. His jaw tightened as he glared menacingly into the rearview mirror. “Okay, fucker,” he muttered through gritted teeth to the guy behind us.
He hit the accelerator and made a right at the next block. “We’ll pack it all tonight, then get dinner. We’re gonna need our strength.”
I ran my hand up to his very erect shaft. “One bag will do tonight. And we’ll order in. It’s faster.”
He grunted when I gave it a little squeeze. “Even better. And stop that if you don’t want to get us arrested for fucking in the car.”
I smiled to myself, then sat back.
Mission accomplished.
Austin parked on the street in front of the building. “Wait for me,” he said as he climbed out of the car. I watched as he walked around, eyeing our surroundings, then reached for the door.
The soft click of the door opening had me staring into the outstretched left hand of my new bodyguard husband. It was my favorite hand and made me grin like a loon as I took it.
“I’m not a celebrity who needs protection, and I can get out of the car without assistance, sweetheart. I do it all the time.”
He laced our fingers together as he dug out his keys from his pocket. Walking me to the door, he leaned in to speak quietly. “You’re a celebrity in this town, and you have a pending lawsuit. Plus, you’re my husband. Did you think I wouldn’t protect you? That’s my job, baby.”
More smiling like a damn loon. I guess he had a point. “I see your point.”
Austin unlocked the door to the lobby, then led me up the single flight of stairs to the first condo that sat above street level. Sliding the key into the lock, he listened before opening the door.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
He shook his head. “Nothing. Just making sure Dreamboat isn’t entertaining anyone. He’s a noisy fucker.”
I chuckled at his assessment of his friend as he opened the door. But when we stepped inside, we got quite a surprise.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Austin yelled before slapping his hand over my eyes and banging my head against the door. With his body pressed to mine, not being able to see the show wasn’t so bad.
CHAPTER 32
AUSTIN
Dreamboat popped up off the floor like the mole in the Whack-a-Mole game, startled at my sudden appearance. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in Costa Rica until Wednesday?”
I craned my neck around to find him standing there in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips, looking at me like I was the one in the wrong here when he was bare-ass-naked with the Commander.
“Today is Wednesday, asshole. But I think the better question is, what the fuck are you doing with that giant ass dildo?” I squinted to look at it over my shoulder. Was that a ... “Wait. Is that a horn?”
I didn’t know what to say, and I sure didn’t want Greer to see this crazy shit going on in here. It didn’t faze me to see him like that, but I sure didn’t want my new husband to see him like that. Dreamboat was hot, but no. Just no.
But Dreamboat just looked down at the dildo, then to the commander, who was... glistening?
My brows furrowed as I stared in disbelief. “Why the fuck are you so shiny? What have you two been doing while I was gone?” I really didn’t want to know.
The giant bear of a man pointed at my friend. “Ask that asshole,” he growled, reaching down to grab the towel. “All I did was take a shower and came out looking like this!” He gestured to his impressive physique and the coating on his skin.
“Is that oil?”
Dreamboat nodded, then laughed. “Yep. It’s baby oil. But the prank was supposed to be on you for calling him. Apparently, this old guy doesn’t know his colors.”
The Commander reached out to grab him again, but Dreamboat slipped out of his hands, cackling like a loon as he jumped behind the sofa.
Before I could yell at them again, Greer groaned behind me. Evidently, I was so caught up in oil wrestling I forgot I had him pressed to the door with my body.
