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“Are we stopping here for the night?” I ask.

“Yes, we will find somewhere to stay.”

I smile and lean over and kiss the side of his face. “Thanks for letting me sleep,” I whisper into his strong face.

He turns and kisses me gently on the lips. “I have an ulterior motive.

I need you to stay awake tonight.”

“Why is that?” I ask.

“Because I need to relax.”

“And?”

“And I need you to suck my dick.” He kisses my fingertips. “Among other things.”

I smirk. “I’m your relaxant, your all night sucker?”

His dark eyes hold mine and he nods.

“That could be arranged I suppose.” I hesitate. “What’s in it for me?”

He grabs my hand and places it over his crotch and I feel the hard steel beneath it. I feel my insides start to pulse. He’s as horny as hell. Fuck, I love this man.

“What have you been thinking about while I have been sleeping?” I smirk.

“You.” His eyes flicker over to me. “You on me. Me on you.”

I smile broadly. He knows exactly what I need when I need it.

We pull into a swanky looking hotel and the luggage men all swoon at the car. I smile as I watch their reaction. It’s so much fun having money. The bellboy opens the car door and Stace climbs out. “Do you have any rooms for tonight?” he asks.

“Yes, sir.”

He leans back into the car. “This will do. Out you get.”

I nod as he opens the trunk, retrieves our bags, and I climb out. “Do you have any money in your wallet?” I ask.

“Yes, I think so.” He quickly opens his wallet and checks. “All good.”

He passes the keys to the bellboy and the young man’s eyes widen in excitement. It’s not every day you get to park a Ferrari.

“Be careful with it,” Stace tells him.

“Yes, of course, sir.”

We walk through the lobby and up to reception where the three girls behind all take a double take at my beautiful companion. Wearing tight black jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs every muscle, he is looking mighty fine, even if he does have a banged up face. “I would like a room tonight, please,” he tells them.

The beautiful brunette smiles nervously and begins to type. “Yes, of course, sir.” Her eyes linger on his face.

“He’s a boxer.” I interrupt. “His face is bruised from fighting.”

“Oh.” Her eyes flicker to me and she seems embarrassed that she forgot that I was here. Stupid bitch. What is it with slutty reception chicks?

“What kind of room would you like?” she asks. “We have an executive suite, a terrace room, a master suite, or a penthouse.”

“The penthouse, please,” he replies without thinking. He looks at me and I smile. What an amazing life this would be? Being married to him, crazy rich without a care. We could travel the world. There isn’t a thing we couldn’t do. For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like and I smile stupidly.