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  “I don’t think we’re supposed to do this in here,” I whispered. “What if Hilde catches us?” I gasped when he pushed a finger inside me.

  Jer tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. “You’re cute. Do you know that?” He waggled his eyebrows as he worked the remnants of the lacy thong down my thighs.

  I threw my arms around his neck. My hips rocked forward. “How cute?” I taunted. My eyes locked on his. Sometimes that look was enough to make my insides quiver and vibrate.

  Why did Jeremy Hartwell marry me? Why did he choose me for this insane scheme? Why had I gone along with it so easily?

  “Fucking edible,” he growled, dropping to his knees.

  I smiled.

  2

  Jeremy

  Twelve hours into this sixteen-hour flight and I’d barely said two full sentences to Evie. Sasha had thrown me a curveball. Nothing was right about the contracts she had emailed. I didn’t know if it was intentional. She’d never tested me before, but now that my business partner’s cards were on the table, I had to wonder what her motives were. Instead of spending the flight with my wife, planning paddle boarding sessions and snorkeling dives for our honeymoon, I reviewed profit and loss statements. I emailed investors. I checked account standings.

  I knew Evie had been sitting next to me worried and anxious. I watched her fidget out of the corner of my eye. She had flipped through every station on the flat screen, not settling on anything for more than a few seconds. She tried a crossword and gave up. She picked up a book and a magazine, before failing at both. I ordered champagne, hoping that would lull her to sleep for the rest of the flight, but she couldn’t stop staring at the ocean.

  When Evie left with the flight attendant for a couple of hours something finally snapped in me. It clicked. I had let her go without much effort. It had been easier to let her struggle on her own than to step in. I’d witnessed a marriage like that my entire life. My parents were miserable people, and horrible spouses. I had sworn not to follow their path.

  My wife needed me. She was nervous about the flight, and what the fuck was I doing? Reading financial statements.

  She needed a hot shower and a massage to calm down, and I was sitting in our pod like a dick. I had promised not to be that man anymore. I was supposed to be the kind of man she could count on. I had told her that much. Maybe I wasn’t a real husband, but I was her partner in this.

  Everything could come crashing down if Evie and I didn’t convince the world we had a rock-solid marriage. The kind of marriage that produced a bouncing baby boy. My boy. I had to keep up my end of the deal. I needed to protect her. Take care of her. Try to knock her up every chance I got.

  The flight crew knew we were on our honeymoon. Convincing Hilde to unlock the private room and let me into the showers with Evie wasn’t hard. It was funny how people acted around newlyweds.

  This morning when we checked in to our flight we received congratulations from the pilots. The gate attendant gave Evie flowers, and there were heart shaped chocolates in our seats. People were idiots when it came to romance. Fucking clowns. But every gesture made Evie smile. I saw the sparkle in her soft eyes when someone asked about the wedding. She didn’t think it was stupid. She liked being a bride. She had since the night at the Magnolia Inn. I needed to recognize that and give my bride something else she wanted.

  This was where I needed to be now. With her. In this shower.

  I knelt in front of her. The steam was thick between us. I looked up as she stared at me. Her lips parted. She was already breathless. Her fingers curled through my hair.

  I grinned before diving between her thighs.

  “Ohh.” Her hands moved to the narrow walls, surrounding us. “God, Jer.”

  I was thirsty for her. Thirsty to hear her moan. To hear her call my name. To feel her pulse around my tongue as she came in my mouth. I wanted to fill a void for her. Take away the fear and the nerves. I’d comfort her with one orgasm after another.

  My tongue worked relentlessly, separating her folds and darting over her clit. Evie buckled and I caught her. My hands held her soft ass, digging into her flesh.

  “I think you should relax for this.” I leaned her into the heated bench seat and spread her knees to feast.

  “I can’t relax.” She shook her head. “There’s no way.”

  “Try,” I coaxed.

  “Not with your tongue there, I can’t,” she whimpered. “I can’t think.”

  “I don’t want you to think, baby. I want you to fuck,” I growled.

  “But Jer—”

  I ignored her as my tongue twirled and plunged inside her delicious pussy. I was a happy man licking and sucking my wife to delirium. Her hips danced under the pressure, jerking higher and higher as I drew her orgasm to the surface. She braced for the impact with her palms supporting her on the marble bench.

  She panted quick short breaths as her walls tightened against my tongue and she jerked with needy frenzy. I flicked her clit on the last second she had gravity before the climax claimed her. I growled between her thighs, reveling in what her body could do. The sounds she could make. The places she could take me with her sweet soft curves.

  I ventured out from her heat, kissing her knee and her shin. I looked at how gorgeous she was. Her tits bobbed and I had my next target. My tongue made a feathery line along her hipbone, over her navel, and I latched on her tit.

  “Oh shit,’ she hissed. Her head fell backward.

  I sucked, tugging against her skin with my teeth. I wanted to kiss and touch every inch of her skin. I wanted to bury myself inside her. I wanted to fill her.

  I grinned. “Are you distracted yet?”

  The steam was like a thick cloud. Our skin was dewy and heated, but turning the dial down wouldn’t change that.

  “Is that what this is about?” Her eyes narrowed.

  “I wanted to spend time with you on the flight.” I lifted her from the seat, wrapping her legs around my waist. She fit perfectly with my body.

  “I thought you had important contracts to fix.” She pouted.

  My cock was a solid steel rod, ready to drive home inside her pussy. It ached to be inside this woman. My wife.

  “They can wait.” I positioned my head at her entrance. “This is more important. I shouldn’t have ignored you. You need me right now.”

  Her eyes closed as she sank onto my shaft with one long roll of her hips. “Oh fuck, Jer. It’s always like this between us.”

  I had to brace myself against the wall. She was right. It always was. Brain-numbing. Fucking stars on the ceiling. Electric jolts through my veins. Every. Damn. Time.

  She rocked into me, and I thrust into her. I didn’t hold back. Time was screwed up. We’d been on this airplane longer than a day. I didn’t want to right the hands on the clock. I only wanted to fuck my wife and make her come.

  My hands moved to her waist where I could work her body, sliding her up and down on my cock. Her eyes opened wide when the lights overhead blinked and the shower echoed a chiming ring.

  “What’s that?” She gasped for air.

  I pressed into the wall for more traction. I thrust again. “I think we’re supposed. To. Sit. Down,” I grunted fucking harder with each word on my tongue.

  “Jer, oh God. We should get buckled in. What if we crash?”

  I wiped the damp tendrils from her forehead and kissed her. “If we’re going down, I’m going down a happy man. I’m not stopping.”

  She nodded. “Don’t stop. God. No, don’t stop.”

  I dragged her bottom lip between my teeth. The glow of the lights flashed over our heads, but we didn’t go off course. Hilde knocked on the door, but I was too busy pumping my cock inside Evie’s beautiful body. I ignored another round of interruptions from the flight attendant.

  Evie’s nails dug into my shoulders. Almost there. So close. Another thrust and I felt my spine tighten and seize. “I’m going to come, baby.”

  She smiled. “Fuck me, Jer.”
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  I groaned as my cock twitched with an explosive release. I filled her, driving my come deep inside with every vibration of our bodies. I wanted to root myself deep inside her, spilling every ounce I had until she was carrying my baby. Sex with Evie was filled with undeniable primal need to get her pregnant, and nothing turned me on more. This kind of sex was on another level.

  “Oh shit,” she whispered as I held her close to me. My knees were tested as the plane swayed beneath us.

  “Maybe we can sit now.” I lowered Evie next to me. The plane rattled and I saw the sudden fear return to her eyes. I hadn’t distracted her long enough. “It’s just a little turbulence.” I tilted her lips to mine and covered her mouth in a kiss that left me wanting more.

  How was that fucking possible? How could one kiss make me want to start all over? Kiss her. Lick her. Possess her over and over.

  “Better?” I asked.

  “I think so. I promise I’ve never been afraid to fly before, but I’ve never been on a sixteen-hour flight either. It’s so long. All I can think about is the water.”

  “You’ll get used to it.”

  “Why? Are you planning lots of Tahiti trips?”

  “No, but we have London and Paris coming up.” I hadn’t mentioned the travel plans yet. “The flights aren’t nearly as long from New York. You’ll get used to the planes and the long trips.”

  “I just want to make it to Tahiti.” She looked overhead at the soft glow of the warning lights.

  Our heads turned when Hilde knocked on the door again. “Mr. and Mrs. Hartwell, are you using the safety belts?”

  “Yes,” I bellowed. “We’re fine.”

  Evie giggled. “I thought she was going to walk in here a minute ago.”

  “I don’t think it’s the first time she would have seen sex on this jet. It probably happens all the time.”

  “No.” Evie looked surprised. “In the spa?”

  “I think spa is code for mile-high fuck room on this plane.”

  She slapped my chest and I squeezed her ass playfully. “Do you want me to leave you so you can finish your treatment alone? I can go back to the contracts. Let you relax, or sleep.”

  She grabbed my arm. “No. Don’t go.”

  The lights stopped flashing.

  The jet seemed to settle into an easier flying pattern. The ride was smooth and calm again. Evie’s grip on my bicep relaxed.

  I slid next to her. “I’m going to turn the shower on. Are you ok with that?” I reached for the faucet handles. It wasn’t as if there was a lot of water pressure. The water sputtered a steady stream overhead.

  It felt good to cool off after the steam. We sat next to each other, letting the shower wash away the sweat of sex.

  I exhaled, wanting to sit here until the damn plane landed. Evie stood and reached for a bottle of body wash. She lathered her hands with something that smelled light and fresh, not too feminine. She ran her hands over my chest coating it with a film of bubbles.

  “Feels good.” I watched as she worked the lather into my skin.

  Her hands moved in circles until she had covered my ribs and abdomen.

  “I don’t think I’ve told you—you work out too much.”

  I chuckled. “Too much? Probably not enough.”

  Her hands moved to my dick. It still throbbed with aftershocks. She washed it and I groaned at how she held it in her hands. Her fingertips trailed back to my chest.

  I gripped the sides of her face, brushing my lips against hers. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

  She blinked. The water droplets splashed off her cheeks. “I’m fine. It’s ok.”

  It was there in my chest. A pounding like I’d never felt. It wasn’t from sex. It wasn’t from the heat of the steam. It was Evie. Every time the blood pumped in my veins it was because she was under my skin. In record time, this woman had done something no one else had.

  “It won’t happen again,” I promised. “It won’t.” There was nothing else to say. I wouldn’t let her down like that.

  My wife deserved so much more.

  3

  Evie

  “Are you coming?” Jeremy called over his shoulder. “I had no idea you were this slow.”

  I clutched the straps on the backpack, securing them under my arm. “Yes,” I squeaked.

  He was at least thirty feet ahead of me, stomping through tropical brush and whistling. The whistling had to be the most annoying part of this adventure. No, it was the fact that we were hiking through a tropical trail without a tour guide on our honeymoon.

  I had pictured today lounging by one of the many resort pools, gazing at aquamarine waters with a fruity drink in my hand. I was going to read trashy magazines and watch my sexy husband swim laps. I had a vision of picture-perfect honeymoon day. Not this. Not the heat. Not the sweat. Not the army of mosquitos that had decided to attack us.

  “Evie, you have to see this.” Jeremy finally stopped to make a full turn in my direction.

  “What?” I groaned, letting too much frustration seep through my voice.

  “Aren’t you having fun?” He offered a hand to help me step over a log.

  I nodded. “So much.”

  He frowned. This was one time I was glad I couldn’t see his eyes. They were covered by mirrored aviators.

  “This waterfall is going to be worth it. You’ll see. It’s a bucket list item.”

  I reached for my water bottle. “Can you tell me again why we’re doing this on our own instead of with a group or a guide?” I asked. I took big gulps of water.

  Everyone at the visitor center tried to persuade us not to do the hike alone, but I had learned Jeremy didn’t like the word no. It seemed to fuel him even more. The more protests, the more convinced he was we could find the falls by ourselves. I did want to see a waterfall that plummeted almost a thousand feet into a crystal pool. I did, but the hike was killer. My calves already hurt, and we still had a long way to go. Was this what life would always be like with a professional athlete? Had I signed up for years of physical torture?

  “Because, we don’t need a guide. We can do this hike.”

  “You. You can do this hike.” I shoved the water bottle back into the pack.

  “Oh come on, it’s fun. It’s different. We’re outside. There’s no city smog. It’s beautiful out here. It’s our honeymoon.”

  I gritted my teeth and looked ahead at where I thought the trail was supposed to be. It was so thick with heavy leaves and flowers I wasn’t sure if we were going in the right direction. Jeremy didn’t seem worried. He was alive with adrenaline. This hike gave him a rush. I hadn’t seen this side of him yet.

  I exhaled. “Let’s go. We have to find the waterfall.”

  He grinned. “There you go.” He pinched my ass playfully as I took the lead.

  “Have you done this before?” I asked. “Extreme hiking?”

  I knew he didn’t use his money to take expensive vacations, but I wondered if there was a time in his life when he had gone on outdoor adventures. I could picture him white-water rafting, or rock climbing. He definitely had the physique for it.

  He chuckled, jogging in front to help me climb to the next plateau.

  “I always thought I’d have the time. I never did.” I appreciated his strong arms when the next step was half my body’s length. “I was either at practice, conditioning, or playing ball. And now I’m running my own companies. I can’t take off and do this kind of thing.”

  “But is this what you’d do, if you could?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t think about it. I don’t think about down time. You know that.”

  “Right. Too much to conquer in the baseball world,” I teased. He was nothing if not ambitious.

  “I kind of figured this wasn’t your thing, but maybe it could be. Maybe it could be our thing.”

  “Hiking exotic waterfall locations?”

  “Why not?”

  I slapped a mosquito that had landed on my shoulder. “Because I hate bu
gs and pain,” I whined.

  “Aww, it’s not that bad. You’ve got to leave that Newton Hills girl behind.”

  “What? And be the other half of your power couple?”

  “Something like that.”

  I almost tripped. I wasn’t focused on the slips and cracks in the trail. I was caught in Jeremy’s words. Was that what he truly wanted? A stronger woman than me? A woman who would see a two-mile hike up a volcano as an adventure that needed to be tackled, that she would never pass on? I was the woman who wanted to pass it up. I wanted to sit on the beach and bask in the sun’s rays. I wanted to read a book and have a lazy pool day. Was Jeremy pushing me to try new experiences, or was I conforming to be the woman he wanted? Shit. My head was spinning.

  “Jer—” I stopped before I said something I might regret. This wasn’t the right time to confess, or to press him for answers.

  “What?” He had one foot on a craggy rock point. I didn’t want him to lose his balance. I was already unfocused enough for both of us.

  “How much longer?” I asked, lying.

  “I’m not sure. But there is a flat spot up ahead. We can stop and eat some lunch. Ten more minutes. Tops. Can you do that?”

  “Sounds good.” I smiled weakly. I didn’t know how to silence the doubts in my head. I grew quiet, thinking and analyzing. Wondering if I was always going to doubt what Jeremy wanted, or if I was going to end up twisting myself into the girl that fit into that role.

  I tried to focus on the birds of paradise and the hibiscus blooming wildly on the trail after lunch. I even paused a few times and took pictures. But the clawing doubt was in my heart. I kept hiking, keeping it to myself.

  A couple hours later we emerged in a clearing. I was still. The beauty of what we witnessed wrapped us and held us breathless for what seemed like immeasurable minutes.

  I looked down as Jer slipped his fingers between mine. The only sound was the constant gushing and roaring of the waterfall. Our faces were misted. Our bodies were hot from the hike. But the bug bites didn’t bother me anymore, or the pain in my hamstrings. I forgot how irritated I was that Jeremy had talked me into this. His palm was flat against mine, warm and strong. I’d never felt so grounded. So in awe of everything in my life in a single second.