“Do you want other men to stare at me?”

“Computer coded men, I’m fine with. I thoroughly enjoyed our audience fantasy last week. However, anyone real? No fuckin’ way.”

She laughed softly. “That Scottish accent you have going on is making me want you again.”

“Oh, yeah?” I raised an eyebrow, withdrawing a little only to plunge back into her. “How much?”

“Enough to do this.” Bringing her knee up, she successfully dislodged me, unlinking us with a wince and a wet glide. Before I could compute that I was no longer inside her, she rolled to her hands and knees, shoved away her broken dress, and bolted from the ruin and into the woods wearing only sheer white stockings and a garter belt.

And wasn’t that the best view in the world? My wife’s perfect ass running away from me.

She wanted me to chase, to catch, to fuck.

It will be my fucking pleasure.

Pushing to my feet, I shoved off my kilt and ran after her.

Chapter Two

“GOOD MORNING, YOU TWO.”

I looked up, peering through my sunglasses where Sully and I sat on the terrace at Divinity Dining. Now that no guests stayed on Goddess Isles, the restaurant hub of the island had become a central location for breakfast for me, Sully, Jess, and Cal.

I grinned as Jess ducked to kiss my cheek before slipping into the chair beside me.

“Good morning to you,” I said. “You look chirpy this morning.”

Cal rolled his eyes as he nodded at Sully. “She’s chirpy every morning. It’s like being married to a perky chipmunk.”

Jess threw a napkin at him. “It’s better than being married to a grumpy walrus.”

“Walrus?” Cal raised his eyebrows as he cupped his smooth-shaven jaw. “No whiskers.” He pinched his trim waist. “No blubber.” He scowled. “Use an analogy that works, little chipmunk.”

“He’s just a grumpy git.” Sully smirked. “He’s sulking because he knows we’re leaving tomorrow, and he’s waiting for an invitation.”

A squawk sounded, followed by the flurry of emerald feathers. Pika landed face first in the grape bowl, while Skittles descended elegantly, perching on the rim of a dish holding freshly cut dragon fruit.

I grinned, tickling Skittles under the chin while Sully grabbed a grape and bit it in half so Pika could nibble at it.

“Good morning, tiny parrot,” I cooed. “Did you sleep well?”

Skittles fluffed up, cocking her head so I could scratch her favourite spot under her left cheek. She looked drowsy in the morning sun, and Pika looked more chaotic than usual, wobbling a little as he attacked his breakfast.

“Pika’s drunk, which means they’ve been in the hibiscus blooms.” Sully smiled, his five o’clock shadow, handsome jaw, and gorgeous blue eyes making my heart skip a beat. “I’m guessing they didn’t sleep but have been gorging themselves all night.”

“And I don’t think they were the only ones who didn’t sleep much last night,” Jess piped up.

My eyes shot to hers as I dropped my hand from cuddling Skittles. “Okay, out with it. Cal’s right. You’re like an annoying chipmunk the way you’re smirking at me. I swear you have nuts stashed in your cheeks.” I grinned as Jess burst out laughing.

“Not nuts. Just...information.”

“What information?”

“About what you two dirty lovers got up to last night.”

I smirked, fluttering my eyelashes. “I have no idea what you mean. You live on the opposite side of the island. There’s no way you know what we got up to.”

“Oh, I have my ways.” She giggled. Leaning closer, loud enough so Cal and Sully heard on the other side of the table, she said, “Cal and I enjoyed a little Euphoria time of our own last night.”

Cal groaned as if he was used to our oversharing but still kinda shy.

“Oh, you did, did you?” I laughed. It wasn’t new to discuss what fantasies we all indulged in. Jess and I never shied of talking about what we found a turn-on and coming up with new and wonderful concepts for Sully to code.

We were lucky.

We had two amazing husbands who liked to play with us. And the fact that we all enjoyed a healthy night-life and didn’t share a prudish bone in our bodies meant that during some evening meals, if the cocktails had been flowing, our conversations turned downright explicit.

“Imagine my surprise when I logged into the Euphoria app, minding my own business, perusing the choices for a night of entertainment, when I came across a newly uploaded cypher.” Jess’s hazel gaze shot to Sully. “Was it your idea, Sullivan, or Jinx’s?”

Sully deliberately took a big mouthful of dragon fruit, shrugging. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I laughed as he winked at me. “But if you think you can mock me for the title, that was all Eleanor’s doing.”

“The Horney Highwayman.” Jess laughed again. “Catchy.”

“And rather fun.” I peeled a lychee, licking at the juice as a droplet ran down my palm. “And before you ask, the idea wasn’t mine.”

“You were the one reading some smutty book about Scottish scoundrels.” Sully ran a hand through his dark and sun-bleached bronze hair. “A particular chapter was well read by the looks of the pages...I just obliged and made you the heroine and gave you what she got.”

“Might have to try that one myself,” Cal muttered, a grin on his face as he typed something on his iPad. “Handsy Scots and unwilling damsels sound like a fun night.”

“Oh, the damsel wasn’t unwilling.” Sully smirked. “Not once I showed her a different kind of sword to the one she was threatening me with. If I remember correctly, her refusal quickly became a beg.”

I threw my lychee at him. “I distinctly remembering you begging when you chased me into the woods and I got on my knees and put my mouth on your—”

“Codfish.” Sully kept a straight face even though the table erupted into sniggers. “I do remember stuffing something down your throat so you couldn’t scream for help.”

“Oh, I wasn’t screaming for help.” I climbed out of my chair and crossed the short distance to Sully. “I was screaming because my husband is the best fantasy, highwayman, and monster combined.” I bent to kiss him, and he parted his lips to greet mine, his tongue entering my mouth a second later as if laying claim to me all over again.

Jess laughed under her breath as I pulled away and sat back down, plucking another lychee from the bowl.

“I might have to borrow that book.”

I gave her a nod. “It’s good. I’ll leave it for you when we go tomorrow.”

Cal sniffed. “And we’re back to the fact that you’re leaving with no idea when you’ll be back.”

Sully rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t stay away from here for too long. It’ll be a week, two weeks tops.”

“And I have to stay and run the science stuff while you sail to another set of islands that makes you a fortune.”

“Exactly.” Sully slapped him on the shoulder. “Peter Beck and I have been working closely together lately. Our new research on Spetrex looks as if it has the ability to rejuvenate cells that lead to cognitive disabilities. We might finally have a cure for dementia. If there isn’t reception on the boat, then I need you to be online to approve any additional funding as we move to the next stage of testing.”