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I get up out of bed, retrieve my robe from the floor and tie it around my waist.

Flynn groans. “You didn’t say I had to get dressed for this.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want to.”

I take him by the hand, and he follows me up the stairs, caressing my bottom as we go. “Flynn, stop!”

“I’ll never stop. This is my favorite ass in the whole world.”

I lead him into Hayden’s bedroom. “What do you want to show me in here besides the biggest bed in the universe?”

“I know! What does he need with a bed that big?”

He doesn’t reply.

“What I want to show you is in here.”

“How did you happen to end up in Hayden’s closet?”

“I was looking for the laundry room and Fluff came in here. I chased after her, and one thing led to another, which led to this.”





Chapter 19





Natalie steps aside, and I nearly gasp at what I see. Hayden’s f*cking playroom. Natalie is in Hayden’s f*cking playroom, and I have no idea what to say right now. I’m feeling panicked. I knew Hayden had a room in his house in town but I didn’t know he had one here, too. If I’d known that, I never would’ve left Natalie alone in the house. And why in the name of f*cking hell isn’t it locked?

“Flynn?”

I glance over at her to find her looking at me curiously. That’s when I realize my dick is hard and giving away my true feelings about the room.

“I guess Hayden has his secrets.” I don’t know what else to say.

“So you didn’t know about this?”

I’m on a very slippery slope, and it’s getting slipperier by the second. “No,” I say, because it’s the truth. I didn’t know he has a room here.

“Oh.”

Does she sound disappointed or is that my hopeful imagination at work?

“Do you know what goes on here?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I venture a glance at her. “Do you?”

“I looked it up.”

“Oh.” The thought of her looking up information about sex playrooms and other such things only makes me harder, which she notices but thankfully doesn’t comment on. I’m dying to ask her what she thinks of it and whether she wants to try it, but then I remember what happened when I pinned her hands above her head. So I don’t ask. Rather, I dodge the subject. “Since we’re moving home tonight, we should hit the beach while we can.”

After a long pause, she says, “Sure, whatever you want to do. Let me put the clothes in the dryer, and I’ll be right down.”

She goes out ahead of me, and I close the door to the playroom. My heart is hammering on the way downstairs. Fuck, f*ck, FUCK! If she ever finds out what I’ve kept from her, she’ll never forgive me, especially after all the painful things she’s shared with me and no one else.

Maybe I should see this as an opportunity and just tell her the f*cking truth once and for all. But the thought of that makes my skin feel hot and tight the way it did when I had hives once as a kid. I can’t tell her. I just can’t, even though I know I should.

We pass a relaxing afternoon at the beach. At least she’s relaxed. I’m wound so tightly, my chest aches from the stress. After dinner, we pack up our belongings and head back to my place in the Hollywood Hills. The paparazzi gave up when they saw no sign of us there for more than a week.

Natalie has been unusually quiet, which I chalk up to the decision about her job that’s hanging over her. I want to ask her what she’s thinking, but I’m afraid of what she might say. I don’t want to go back to New York. I want to take her to Mexico on the honeymoon she deserves. I want to spend some more time completely alone with my wife.

Then it occurs to me that she probably doesn’t have a passport. “Hey, Nat,” I say from my perch in bed. Thrilled to be back in my own bed, I’m waiting for her to join me.

“Yeah?”

“Do you have a passport?”

“Uh-huh. I got one when I changed my name.” She comes into the bedroom rubbing lotion into her hands and wearing a gorgeous nightgown I haven’t seen before. “Ironically, David Rogers suggested I get one while we were taking care of everything else.”

“Is it here or in New York?”