Page 114 of A Match Made in Vegas


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She nods. "Tomorrow. Today, I want to enjoy this. So. Where do we start?"

"With wardrobe," I say. "You want to go first?"

She nods. "Give me ten. I know just the thing."

Daphne waitsin the main room while I dress.

I don't have a jacket, but I have slacks, a button-up shirt, a tie, and dress shoes. Enough to set the scene. Enough to give her the power dynamic she wants.

When I'm finished, I open the door a crack. An invitation for her to enter.

She waits for a moment, then says, "Close your eyes while I set up."

I do.

Immediately, my imagination stirs. What's in her vision? What fantasy am I filling for her?

Reality is always different than fantasy. Some people find the actual experience a letdown.

Daphne knows better.

Still, I need to do my best for her. I want to make this an experience she remembers. One she comes back to again and again, on her own. With other—

No. I can't think of her with someone else. I can't think of anything twenty-two days out. Only of this time I have with her. Where she's mine.

I take a deep breath and let out a steady exhale. There's a heavier weight to this already. She's my wife.

I need to make this count.

Three weeks with the most eager, curious, fascinating woman I've ever met. That's not as good as forever, but it's more than a lot of people get.

I take another deep breath, and I say, "Come in."

She moves with slow, steady steps. I feel her warmth, catch her scent as she passes me. Apricot and lime and something all Daphne.

What is she doing? Wearing? Thinking?

My head whirs with a kaleidoscope of possibilities.

Then she says, "I'm ready," and my eyes and thoughts go right to her.

Daphne is better than anything I can imagine.

This is better than any fantasy.

She's in that same crop top and shorts, only this time, she's not wearing anything under the shirt. Her nipples show through the thin material.

Her chest heaves with each of her inhales.

She's already lost in this, and I want to be the one to find her.

I want to tear the fucking cotton in half.

I want to have my way with her right now.

And I want to savor every minute.

Then she pulls a condom from her pocket and tosses it on the bed, and shoots me a cheeky smile and I want to claim her even more.

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