VICTORIOUS (A Quantum Novel)(94)

“Was that okay?”

“Nat, Christ, it was the best I’ve ever had.”

Propping her chin on my belly, she looks up at me. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Come up here.”

Straddling my hips, she crawls up my chest and into my arms. I cuddle her in close to me, needing the contact, the scent, the essence of her. The buzz of the vibe in her panties has my cock stirring back to life.

“Are you going to turn this thing off?” she asks after a quiet moment.

“Not until you come.”

“How do you want me?”

“Sit up and move against me.” I guide her into position, my hands on her hips, her hands flat against my chest. “That’s it, sweetheart, now move however you need to. Take what you need.” I’ve never recovered as quickly as I do with her, especially when she’s writhing on top of me, her entire body flushed with heat, her nipples high and tight, her lips parted and her eyes closed. She’s a f*cking goddess, and she’s all mine. “Give into it, love. Let it happen.”

Her entire body goes rigid in the seconds before she comes, biting her lip to hold back her cries of pleasure. I can’t wait to be completely alone with her in Mexico so I can hear those cries over and over again.

She sags into my arms, and I toss a blanket over her back. I hold her for the rest of the flight. I feel myself relaxing in a way I seldom have before. I can’t wait to focus on nothing but my beautiful, sexy wife for the next six days. I plan to give her a honeymoon that neither of us will ever forget.





Flynn’s home in Cabo San Lucas is breathtaking. Situated high on a hill that looks down over crystal-blue water, it’s all terracotta tiles with white paint and colorful pottery. I absolutely love it at first sight. The rooms are big and airy, the furniture designed for comfort and relaxation.

“What do you think?” he asks after showing me around.

“It’s fabulous. I can see why you love it so much.”

He slides his arms around me from behind. “We’re completely alone here.”

“What about security?”

“None, other than the gates that surround the place. Hardly anyone except my family and closest friends even know I have this place. It’s where I go when I truly want to run away from it all.” He tugs on the zipper to my dress as he drops hot, openmouthed kisses on my neck. “Since we’re completely alone and the house is fully stocked with everything we’ll need, it’s probably a good time to tell you this will be an entirely naked honeymoon.”

I’ve been so caught up in what he’s doing to my neck that his words take a second to register. “Wait. What did you say?”

“You heard me. Six full days. No clothes allowed.”

“By no clothes, you mean—”

With the zipper fully open, he runs his finger down my side, over my ribs, stopping at my hip. “No. Clothes. I want to see you and only you the whole time we’re here.”

The thought of it has my entire body zinging with sensation. My heart is beating faster, and my skin suddenly feels tight and constricted. “We can’t loll around in the nude for six full days.”

“You don’t think so?”

“If that’s what you want, why did you pack a bag?”

“I’m glad you asked. Once you remove your dress and everything you’re wearing under it, you can unpack our bag and put everything on the bed. I’ll be in shortly.”

I stand there for a second, feeling frozen in place.

“Natalie?” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “You know how to say no, sweetheart.”

His softly spoken words remind me of the rules of our game and the power I have in a single word that can stop everything. I don’t want to stop this. I want to have this experience with him, to see what he has planned for us, to enjoy every second of the time we have alone together.

Our lives will be busy and complicated once we return to reality. To have this slice of time completely alone where we’re able to explore our every desire is exciting, even if the thought of six full days in the nude is disconcerting. Before him, I didn’t like to be naked in the shower, a thought that makes me smile as I pick up the duffel bag and head for the bedroom.

When he showed me the room, he opened the doors to a deck. A warm breeze billows into the room, making the gauzy white curtains flutter. The ceiling fan is made of bamboo and palm fronds, and the bed is a huge four-poster with white linens. I place the bag on the bed, and after I remove the dress that is barely clinging to my shoulders, I unzip the bag.