I read the note I’d written for June and left it on her bedside table.

“Wear something sexy, tonight, I’m taking you out.”

It’d been a month since that night against our hotel room window. An entire month since we’d left Hawaii, and I was still stunned at how well it had all gone. And at how fast it had.

Life settled down into something normal. But that’s not say it wasn’t a little tough after the honeymoon was over. After all, now we were going to be living together, under the same roof, per the terms of the arrangement. And we’d be doing it in the real world, not off in Hawaii in fantasy-honeymoon land.

We’d faced the problem with grins though. By the time we’d left the island paradise, we knew we didn’t want to live apart. There was no point, mainly because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, or stay out of bed. Or the wall. Or the door, or damn, the beach. My cock went hard as I remembered that session on the beach. Hell, or any of the times.

June had a wild streak she’d never explored before, but I’d started her on that road of exploration, and I was about to take her even further. Tonight.

I left the house we’d rented together and went out to my car. I had some business to take care of for the bar, and my thoughts went back to the last few weeks. We’d both agreed that the palace my father had lived in that was now part of my inheritance wasn’t exactly a place you could call a home. As soon as the inheritance was mine, I’d donate it as a museum or sell it, but I was never going to raise the child we were meant to create there.

June wasn’t pregnant yet, though I’d taken every opportunity I could to make it happen.

…Every opportunity.

I’d loved that first time with her—no condom, just the smooth, slick, slide of her juicy pussy against my cock. And we hadn’t used one. I knew it was a matter of time, especially as we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

We’d found a house we could both agree on, and had moved our mutual stuff into it, Oscar included. Man, her cat was an oddball. White, with long fur and green eyes, the little bastard really did hate her. He’d scratch her when she tried to pet him, bite her when she tried to feed him, and generally didn’t want to be near her.

Furry little douchebag.

I didn’t know why, she tried to love the little shit, but he didn’t want to be near her. Me, though? Well, that was another story. In some weird, ironic twist, that little fucker loved me. And as much as I hated to admit it, the feel of him when he curled up on my chest and purred himself to sleep was a comfort. He couldn’t get enough of me.

I thought maybe his previous owner was a female, as June had gotten him from a rescue, and perhaps the previous owner had abused Oscar. June took that explanation well and had since pretty much let me take care of the cat. I knew it kind of hurt her feelings, but at least he’d found someone to love. I have to say, I had a soft spot for him now, too.

As for the rest? Layla would soon be in Canada for her treatment, and most of the first portion of my inheritance was in my account. I’d created another account, for June, should anything happen to me before the rest came into my possession. I don’t even know what’d made me think to do it—maybe it was something I’d seen in a movie or whatever. But in any case, it was there and set up. Even if she didn’t end up pregnant and we got a divorce, she’d have her own money to fall back on. That added to the money I’d already given her would keep her going for a very long time.

Even if somehow this whole thing exploded in our faces, I cared for her, and the thought of her going back to nothing was something I couldn’t let happen.

As always, thoughts of June soon turned to thoughts of June naked, beneath me with my dick inside her tight pussy, or held deep in her throat. We’d practiced at that, quite often now that I knew she loved it so much, and she’d become an expert in what got me off. Just like I went about getting my goddamn PHD in making her come.

I’d fucked my wife so many times now, but it was never enough. She’d been a stranger the first time I’d touched her, but she’d blown my mind. She’d surprised me, really with just how adventurous, tempting, and hot, she was. She couldn’t get enough either and that was just fine in my book.

I’m not sure, I’ve never experienced it before, but I think I might have fallen in love with the mysterious creature the woman I’d married had become. I’d married a quiet, timid woman, but I now had a sexpot with a body I craved. She also had brains, a sense of humor that made me laugh, and a kindness within her that humbled me.

I’d learned more about what she did, that she ran her own nonprofit organization, and had a lot of responsibility. No wonder she’d been unsure if she could take time off. She worked with children whose parents were incarcerated, to make sure they had their needs met, whether that was a home to feel safe in, tutoring, or clothes and food. She also arranged outings for the kids, provided after-school programs, and a lot more than I thought.

I was really impressed with all she’d accomplished in her short life. I still didn’t know a lot about her, her past for example, but she’d sprinkle little nuggets of information into our conversations, if I paid attention. She never talked about her parents or any family, but I knew, from the things she didn’t say as well as the few things she did, that her parents weren’t good people.

I’d learn, if this all worked out. For now, I had work I needed to do, but later, later I’d find out a little more about just how adventurous she could be.

She was quiet as we went to get into the car outside of our new house in our quiet suburban neighborhood. Yeah, later, maybe we’d find ourselves a mansion if this all worked out. For now, we were still a bartender and the owner of a struggling nonprofit.

No mansions quite yet.

But the car? Oh, the car was kind of a splurge. Like I said, I’d gotten some of the money so far. And even though most of it was going into savings, or June’s account, or to Layla’s medical expenses, I’d treated myself to the brand new, sleek black Audi.

June’s eyes went wide as she saw it for the first time, her lips curling into a smile as I opened the passenger door for her. She slid into the leather seat and looked over at me as I got into the driver’s seat.

“So, this is new.”

I grinned. “Like it? I kinda splurged.”

“It’s…” she wagged her eyebrows as she glanced around, “It’s pretty sexy.”

Just you wait.

“So, I have a few rules tonight,” I purred as I pushed the button to start the car and put it in drive. We rolled out to the road, and she gave me a quirked eyebrow. I loved when she did that.

“No questions, just do what you like. And don’t worry about what I think. As I said, do what you like.”

I headed towards LA, and she settled into the seat next to me. She was beautiful, as always, and looked so young and carefree.

As I drove, I caught the sound of her breathing, and noticed that it started to sound a bit strained. I looked over to see her eyes on my fingers on the gear shift. She watched me as I shifted through the gears. It would seem it reminded her of something else.

She was aroused, and that’s just how I wanted her. I reached over, between her thighs, and pushed the black dress up until I could stroke her thigh. June didn’t say a word, but her breath was labored as I stroked her skin. Her eyes followed when I moved my hand to shift gears, and then came back to a higher spot on her thigh. Every time I had to shift gears, I’d move my hand higher. She began to shift around in her seat, her arousal obvious now, but I turned into a parking lot just before my hand could come back where she wanted it most.

I parked, slipped the key-fob into my pocket, and helped her out of the car. Her heels were very high, and I knew she’d practiced in them, but I was still worried she might tilt over. They made her legs look great, and the short black skirt of her dress was a temptation as the strings of beads danced at the hem.

The place was dark, with only a streetlight to light the entrance. A security guard stood there. I took out my phone, flashed the pass that had been emailed to me at him, and he opened the door. In its former life, the building had been a hotel, but now it was just an empty shell. Or so it appeared.

June looked at me with confusion but followed along.

A low rumble could be felt in our feet the moment we stepped through the doors. June looked at me, her brows knitted together, but then she smiled. Together, we faced the final door in the vestibule. I pushed it open and we stepped inside. A new world awaited us.