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Take Me to Paradise (Sinners on Tour 6.5)

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“If you say we should call Trey, I’m locking you on the balcony and making you sleep out there with the seagulls.”

He had been about to mention Trey, but he wasn’t dumb enough to admit it. “I brought this.”

He pulled a short, thick, bumpy vibrator from the case. It had two rings near one end for a finger grip. He watched Myrna’s body quiver from where he stood at the side of the bed.

“That will do nicely,” she said, her hand sliding down her belly, fingers pressing between her folds.

Brian watched her touch herself with his mouth hanging open.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” she asked.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, kissing her briefly before flipping her onto her stomach, her legs dangling beyond the edge of the mattress and her toes just touching the floor.

As he applied the hot lube to her slippery pussy, he made sure to rub a healthy supply into her clit. He was sure he’d smeared enough into her flesh when she cried out with a body-quaking orgasm.

“Brian,” she moaned, his name muffled against the covers where her face was buried.

He slickened her back entrance with the chilling lube and covered the vibrator with a thick coating.

“Hurry,” she panted, squirming in anticipation.

He added additional warming lube to his cock before touching its head to her opening. Standing behind her, he claimed her slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of him as he entered deeper territory. When he had nothing left to give her, he slowly withdrew until he was free of her body.

She groaned as he repeated his careful, slow invasion followed by complete retreat. Again and again. Each time he pressed deep, he increased his tempo ever so slightly. When he was certain she was focused on the feel of his cock inside her and nothing else, he switched on the vibrator. Her entire body shuddered in anticipation. He grinned to himself as he changed tactics—not giving her what she thought was coming. Instead he thrust into her ever-hotter pussy faster and faster until she was rocking back to meet each thrust. When her back arched and her pussy clamped down on his distractingly hot cock, he touched the vibrator to her ass and slid it deep.

She came so hard, the feel of her clenching pussy almost pulled him along with her. And dear God, the vibrator in her ass felt amazing against his cock. He began to experiment with angles and tension and velocity, fighting orgasm for as long as he could as he found the perfect motion of fucking her pussy and ramming that delightful vibrator up her ass. He was so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he was only slightly aware of his wife’s excitement—just enough to know she was getting off too.

He fleetingly thought he should have opted for a cock ring to prolong this experience as he peaked and let go inside her. He wasn’t sure which of them was yelling louder, trembling harder, or experiencing the most intense pleasure, but there was nothing in the world more perfect than coming with his woman.

The vibrator, teasing his cock throughout his intense orgasm, became too much for him to handle. Still twitching with excitement, he pulled it free and then collapsed on top of Myrna’s sweat-slick back.

She murmured something unintelligible into the covers beneath her face, and he grunted something equally unintelligible that he meant as, “What did you say?”

Myrna apparently understood after-mind-blowing-orgasm-Brianese, because she turned her head and said, “I love you.”

He grunted an answering sentiment, his body still laboring for air, his mind still blank with bliss. It took him a while to find the strength to move onto the bed and tug Myrna into his arms. His face buried in Myrna’s sweet-smelling hair, a smile of contentment on his lax face, Brian was almost asleep when she stiffened suddenly and sprang up, grabbing a pillow to cover her naked breasts.

“There’s someone out on the balcony,” she said.

Chapter Nine

Myrna jumped when Brian leapt from the bed and raced for the patio door without warning. By the time she tugged his discarded T-shirt on, he already had the peeping Tom by the throat and crushed against the balcony railing.

She wasn’t even slightly surprised to recognize Kev at the end of Brian’s arm.

“Don’t kill me,” Kev shrieked as Brian’s rage gave him enough strength to lift the pudgy guy’s feet off the ground as he pushed him back against the railing. Myrna’s heart thudded in her chest as she approached them, trying to figure out how to prevent her husband from winding up with a murder charge on their honeymoon.

“What the fuck are you doing on our balcony?” Brian yelled.

“I didn’t want to do it,” Kev said hoarsely. “She made me do it. And we can really use the money.”

“What are you talking about?” Brian’s hand tightened until Kev’s eyes bulged.

When he started to choke and wheeze, Myrna decided she’d better step in. She gripped Brian’s shoulder to gain his attention. “Brian, let him go.”

Brian’s normally intense brown eyes narrowed dangerously. “Before or after I push him off the balcony?”

“Now,” Myrna said.

Brian’s grasp slowly loosened, and he took a single step backward, still crowding Kev against the railing.

“You better start talking,” Myrna said to Kev.

“Gail, she’s really into celebrities.” Kev’s gaze darted from Brian to Myrna and back to Brian. “So when we saw you at the airport, she looked on celebxchange.com and there was a posting for you. Well, for you and your wife.”

“What is celebxchange?” Myrna asked. She’d never heard of such a thing.

“It’s where people buy and sell pictures of celebrities. Mostly regular people selling celeb photos to tabloids.”

“Weird,” Myrna said, unable to wrap her head around the idea that people actually cared enough about someone’s private life to buy pictures of it. She wasn’t one to follow tabloids or even care what celebrities did in their free time. She was too busy living her own life to be obsessed with someone else’s business. So to her, having pictures taken of her and sold to a complete stranger was totally bizarre. It felt like it must be happening to someone else, because why would it be happening to her? She wasn’t a celebrity. She was just Myrna and when Brian wasn’t onstage, he wasn’t a celebrity either. At least she never thought of him that way.

“So you not only took pictures of us, you sold them?” Brian said, his voice low and hard with anger.

“Some of them. The buyer only wanted the ones with you two kissing or touching or having sex. He didn’t want any of those pictures you posed for on the beach. He paid us a thousand dollars apiece for the sexy ones, though. And the one Gail got of your wife sucking your cock this morning? For that one he gave us five grand. Five grand, dude. That’s a lot of cash.”

“Can I kill him now?” Brian asked, shifting his gaze to Myrna for a fleeting moment.

She was still puzzling over why this had even happened. “Who would pay that kind of money for compromising pictures of us? It’s not like we’re superstars. And we’re married, so catching us making love can’t be used as blackmail.”

Brian shrugged, and then his brows drew together. “I can’t think of anyone who’d want to see us have sex, much less pay cash for it.”

“Eric isn’t that desperate, is he?” Myrna asked.

Brian laughed. “Uh, no. I highly doubt it.”

To Kev she said, “Do you know who the buyer is?”

Kev shook his head. “No. They used a screen name.”

“Which was?” Myrna pressed.

“Um, something weird.” Kev scrunched his face into a mask of concentration, and then his eyes widened. “I remember—1724 Beechnut. Not like the ocean beach, but like the beech tree.”

Myrna’s blood turned cold, and her knees went weak. Brian grabbed her as she swayed.

“You know who it is?” Brian asked.

“Jeremy,” she whispered through the knot of fear in her throat. “I’m sure of it. That was our address w

hen we were married.”

Brian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. “I thought he was in jail.”

“I thought so too.” They’d never been able to keep him in jail long. He had too many connections in high places and too much money to be treated like an ordinary criminal.

Brian’s arm shot out and with a resounding crack, his fist connected with Kev’s mouth. “You sold pictures to her fucking psycho-abusive ex-husband, you idiot!”



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