It takes a lot of concentration to carry on a conversation when your husband has the remote control to your underwear.

The thought makes me snicker.

“What’s up with you?” Willow asks. “You’ve been grinning like a fool all night.”

I shrug and shake my head. Willow and I haven’t reached the sharing-stories-about-our-sex-toys stage of our friendship yet. I don’t even think I’d tell Hope about this one and I tell her almost everything.

Once again, Wyatt’s proved what a clever devil he is. Except for when I was in the dressing room with Hope—when Wyatt swore he wouldn’t mess with the remote—I haven’t had a second to think about anything other than what his next move will be.

Every knowing look he sends my way makes my panties wet.

Despite the Spanx under my dress, at some point the gadget shifts. The next time Wrath flicks it on, I barely feel a thing.

I suppose I could keep quiet. But that sort of feels like cheating at our private game.

My gaze travels around the club not finding my husband anywhere.

“I think he’s outside with Ravage,” Serena says, hopping onto one of the bar stools.

Turning around, I force a smile on my lips.

She raises an eyebrow. “Wrath. I don’t think he’s getting a lap dance or anything. I’ve never even seen him look at another girl.”

Willow hip-checks me. “You two are inspiration for girls everywhere.”

“What?”

“Hot, overprotective, worships the ground you walk on, and faithful,” Willow says. She glances over at Hope and Rock. “Now, Rock’s all those things, plus outright obsessed with his wife.” She laughs and slaps four shot glasses on the bar. “Tequila?” she asks.

“Uh, no.” There’s no way I’m drinking when Wrath and I are engaged in a game of orgasm chicken.

Before Willow tries to talk me into a drink, I pour two ginger ale and cranberry juice and hand one off to Hope.

Wrath finally shows up, crooked grin in place. I swear I almost combust at the sight of him.

Especially when he leans down to whisper in my ear, “I forgot to tell you how pretty you look tonight.”

The warmth and sweetness in his voice seems at odds with his Viking-biker appearance. Maybe that’s why it’s extra swoony. “Thank you.”

He runs his hands over my hips and ass. “You need more things in this material.”

Chuckling, I turn, catching him for a quick kiss. “There’s a problem in paradise.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“There’s a malfunction. Down there.”

He still seems confused, but checks to see if Rock needs him and then pulls me away.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Somewhere private.”

At first I’m worried he means the VIP rooms, but he steers us in the opposite direction, heading for Z’s office. He pulls out a key and flicks on the light before pushing me inside.

“What’s going on?”

I point to my crotch. “Your little torture device isn’t working right.”

He barks out a laugh. “Torture device. Tell me you’re not loving it.”

I glance away, because we both know I’d be lying.

“You didn’t want to adjust it yourself?” he asks.

Placing my hands on my hips, I narrow my eyes. “I didn’t think you’d like your wife shoving her hand down her panties in front of everyone.”

“Good call.”

“Everything okay out there?” I ask.

“Yeah. Waiting to see who else shows up.”

“Ugh. Tawny’s not coming, is she?”

He gives me an are you serious look. “Fuck no. Sway wouldn’t bring her to this when there’s so much free pussy running around.”

I give him a little kick for the “free pussy” comment. “You’re not hoping for a lap dance later?” I tease.

He takes the question more seriously then I intended. “Only woman I want dancing on my dick is you and you can do that at home.”

“You don’t want a private dance from your wife in the gladiator room?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “There isn’t enough disinfectant in this club to make me take you in there. You wanna pole dance for me, I’m more than happy to install one in our bedroom, Angel Face.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “You better not let Z overhear you say that. You’ll hurt his feelings.”

“Quit stalling and hike up that dress so I can take care of my pussy.”

“Your pussy,” I grumble, wiggling the dress up around my hips and wriggling my Spanx off.

He cups my face with his hand and places a rough kiss on my lips. “Try and deny it.”

“Nope,” I whisper.

“Good, now get up on the desk so I can fix it so we can go back to the party.” He cocks his head and a there’s a devious curve to his lips. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll even let you come.”

I drape myself over the desk and put my feet up the way he asks.

“One of the snaps came loose,” he mumbles and curses as he fixes it, the whole time ratcheting my excitement higher and higher.

A few seconds later, he flicks it on and I jump. “Shit! It’s working now.”

It goes up another notch.

“Oh, fuck.”

“That’s right,” he encourages in a low voice. He presses a kiss to my knee and strokes my inner thighs with his hands.

I lose track of time, lose track of everything except the steady, glorious buzz, Wyatt’s firm touch and commanding voice.

“Wyatt.” I reach for him and he takes my hand.

“Come on. Let go for me, Trinity,” he whispers.

My head falls back and I’m not sure what he’s up to until he lifts my hips and slams into me. He thrusts hard and deep. There’s no time to brace myself or appreciate the fullness of him.

“Oh my God!”

“No, just me, Angel Face.”

I can’t help laughing and I reach up to touch his face. He leans into my palm and closes his eyes for a second. I curl my other hand around his forearm.

“That’s right. Hold onto me,” he urges. “Let yourself go. Come for your husband.”

He fucks faster, hammering into me with long, deep strokes.

So much pressure builds, racing through me and finally bursting into intense pleasure. I let out a low, guttural groan as wave after wave washes over me. My body jerks as I glance up and find Wyatt’s eyes pinned on me. So many emotions without having to say a word.

He keeps thrusting until he comes with a long groan of satisfaction.

I need a second to figure out where I am. I’ve been painfully hard most of the night thinking about the little vibrator snuggled up next to Trinity’s clit. It was only a matter of time before I dragged her into a private room to fuck her senseless.

That she so sweetly told me about the malfunction and wanted me to fix it was the real kicker. I never needed to fuck her more than I did that second.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Z shouts behind me. “What the fuck, Wrath?”

“Get out!”

I couldn’t give a fuck less if he sees my bare ass, but I don’t want him embarrassing Trinity.

The door slams shut and Trinity falls back on the desk, covering her face with her hands. At first I think she’s crying, but the hysterical noises coming out of her are laughter.

“Oh my God. Poor Z.” She laughs even harder.

When she finally catches her breath, she hops off the desk and leans up to kiss me. “Thank you for letting me come,” she purrs.

Z might be out of luck and waiting out there for a while.

I help her clean up and put herself back together before fixing myself up. She smooths her hair back into place and raises an eyebrow.

“All straightened out.” I circle my finger over her chest and cheeks. “Except for the freshly fucked glow you’ve got going on.”

“That, I’ll wear proudly.”

“Hey.” I curl my arm around her waist, clapping my hand over her ass, and haul her against me. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Letting me be a filthy beast with you.”

She lets out a soft sigh and reaches up to kiss me again. “I love my filthy beast-man.”

I hug her tighter and make a few growly noises against her throat until she’s laughing and pushing me away.

“Seriously!?” Z shouts from the other side of the door.

Trinity chokes on her laughter and waves her hand at the door. Keeping my arm around her, I open it and face a pissed-off Z.

“My desk? Really? Weren’t you just bragging about having a house to fornicate in?”

Like the dick I love being, I scratch my chin. “I’d say sorry, but I’d be lying.”

“Get out of here.” He pushes past us and slams the door behind him.

Trinity’s gaze darts to the door. “You think he’s really that mad at us?”

“No. He’s mad at me. And he’ll get over it.”

I test the remote and she jumps. “Jesus, Wyatt, give a girl a second to recover.”

“Just making sure it’s working, Trin.” I lean down and brush my lips against her ear. “And reminding you whose pussy that is.”