Victorious(79)

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.

He hasn’t brought a single stitch of clothing for either of us, but he has brought a large selection of toys, which I remove one by one. I find an assortment of dildos in various shapes and sizes, rubber plugs, a flogger, a paddle, progressively larger rubber balls on a string, a curved item with two heads, a thick rubber ring, a large bottle of lubricant, silk scarves, a box of condoms, long pieces of Velcro, a length of red satin ribbon, a chain with clamps at either end of it and another chain with a third clamp, three glass plugs in increasingly larger sizes and several scented candles.

I line up each item on the bed until they stretch from one end of the mattress to the other. My husband has clearly put a lot of thought and planning into this honeymoon I didn’t know we’d be taking. Anticipating his arrival and whatever else he has planned, I move quickly to remove my clothes. I hang my dress in the walk-in closet. It’s the only item in the huge closet, which makes me giggle. He’s made sure there are no other clothes to be found in the house.

When I step back into the bedroom, Flynn is standing in the doorway. He’s beautifully, gloriously naked and fully aroused. “What do you think of what I brought?”

“I was afraid we’d be bored with this all-naked-all-the-time business, but I see you thought of that possibility and planned ahead.”

His smile stretches across his face. “I did indeed.”

I eye the items on the bed with a feeling of trepidation that’s countered by overwhelming desire. “So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. How about we eat and take a swim?”

And he loves to keep me deliciously off balance by revving me up and then making me wait.

“Am I expected to cook in the nude as well?”

“Of course not. There’s a lovely local woman who made us enough food to feed an army. All we have to do is heat and eat.”

“Mmm, locally made Mexican food?”

“Only the best for my wife.” He holds out a hand to me, and I cross the room to him. His arms slide around me, bringing me in tight against his body. “We’re going to have the best time. I promise.”