“What is it?” I barked into the phone. I didn’t want to be interrupted.

“Are you going to make the 8:30 Lennox meeting?”

Shit. I had every intention of waking up in New York this morning. But there wasn’t going to be enough time to keep the appointment. I looked at my reflection in the ornate mirror. I couldn’t tell if they were going for a French or Italian theme in here. My stubble was filling in. I rubbed my jaw. I needed a shower and a shave.

“No, I had something come up.”

“What kind of something?”

“I don’t think you can ask me that, can you?”

Sasha breathed heavily into the phone. “How am I supposed to manage your schedule if you don’t tell me when things change?”

“Why don’t you take the meeting for me?”

“You are the spokesperson. It’s not going to be the same coming from me. The launch is next month. You can’t spring something like this on investors. You know how easily they get cold feet.”

“Then make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“It won’t happen if you’re here. Where are you, Jeremy?”

It wouldn’t take much for her to track the jet if she started digging. “In Asheville.”

“North Carolina? What happened? Did you have weather issues?”

I was only going to make one statement announcing my marriage to Evie. Sasha could learn when the rest of the world did.

“I needed to take care of some family business. I’ll be back in New York before lunch. You can either move the meeting or handle it for me.”

“I don’t like either of those options,” she snapped.

The truth was, I didn’t either.

“Let me know what you decide. I’ll text you when I’m back in New York.”

“This isn’t going to play well with the investors.”

“It never does.” I shook my head. I hung up, tossing the phone across the marble countertop. I didn’t want lectures, or business advice from my business partner.

I splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth. My marriage was going to come as a shock to her. I reached for a towel and dried my cheeks and chin.

I looked back and forth between the shower and the wide soaking tub sitting in the middle of the honeymoon bathroom. I glanced at the door over my shoulder. Why not take a few more minutes to relax before we flew home?

I turned the heavy brass knob and watched the tub begin to fill with hot water. I unlocked the door. Evie was sitting on the bed, flipping through a magazine. Her eyes lifted toward mine.

“I need you in here, Mrs. Hartwell.”

She dropped the magazine on the bed.

“You do?” Her eyes were playful.

“Now,” I growled.

The sheet fell from her body as she walked toward me. Her hips swayed with every step.

“What is it?” She stood in the doorway, looking up at me.

I nodded toward the tub. “Look like fun?”

She bit her lower lip. “God, that looks amazing. Every part of me is sore.”

I grinned. “Why don’t I give you a few minutes and I’ll join you?”

“Yes, please.”

I winked, leaving her alone.

Ten minutes later I walked back into the mini-spa. I had to suppress a growl when I saw Evie floating, immersed in bubbles.

“Care to join me? It feels so good.”

I released the tie on the robe. I saw her lick her lips when it hit the floor. Her eyes wandered over my body. She liked what she saw. There was undeniable chemistry between us. As far as marriages went, we were off to a good start.

I stepped over the side of the tub with one leg and then the other. I slid in next to Evie. Her hair was piled in a messy bun on top of her head. Loose strands fell around her face. Her cheeks were flush from the steam rising around us.

I reached for her waist and she glided through the water until she straddled me. She grinned, tucking her knees on either side of my hips.

“I don’t think I’ve ever taken a bath this early before.”

Her tits bobbed on the surface, collecting bubbles as they sailed past her nipples.

“I thought you were going to tell me there was some kind of bath ritual we had to follow the night after getting married,” I joked. I locked my hands at the base of her spine.

She twisted her lips together in a pout. “You must think I’m very traditional and well-informed about some weird wedding folklore. Are you implying I’m a nerd?”

“You did have all A’s in high school.”

She ran a finger nail in a straight line along my breast bone. “But you are the one who got all the scholarships.”

“Baseball,” I reminded her. “Maybe you should have played.”

She gasped when my cock nestled at her entrance. Her eyes lit with fire. I wanted her last night. I wanted her when we woke up, and I wanted her now.

“I was never good at sports.” She struggled with the words.

I caught her lips with mine as she sank over my shaft. Our eyes closed and in that second our bodies fused together. The hot water surged to our shoulders, sealing us inside a sphere of heat like molten lava.

“But you are so good at fucking,” I growled into her neck, tasting the vanilla bubbles on her skin. I lifted my hips, searing my cock farther into her slick pussy.

“Am I?” she whispered, clutching my bare shaft with sudden fierceness.

“Incredible,” I groaned. As long as she kept doing that, I never wanted to leave this tub. We could live in this honeymoon suite for all I cared.

“Oh, shit, Jer.”

She gripped the side of the tub as we started to rise and fall. Her knuckles turned white. The water splashed over the side, making puddles on the tile. I licked the base of her neck as her head fell backward. I’d never seen anything as gorgeous as Evie riding my dick like a sexual goddess.

The hard points of her tits grazed my skin.

“That’s it,” I coaxed. “Fuck me, Evie. There’s nothing on my cock. I want to feel your sweet come on me.” I had forgotten how sex without condoms felt. The warmth of her pussy was everything.

“Oh God,” she whimpered. Her lips parted. I pushed my thumb inside her mouth and she began to suck wildly. The harder she sucked, the faster she rocked her hips.

I was in awe of my wife. In awe of her magical pussy. Her dirty mouth.