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“What?” She heard him the first time but she couldn’t get the words to make sense.
    “The movie. Who’s left?”
    Focusing took a bit. As if her brain cells had to realign on a completely difference frequency. “The uhh…waitress. I don’t know her name. Rose, maybe? And the bodyguard. Bunting, I think. They’re running through a dark warehouse, trying to get away from the killer.”
    “Hope they make it.” His exhaled words seemed to hit her square in the chest.
    Her.
    She hoped she made it. Surely death by denied orgasm was a thing. She had to come. He had to let her. He just had to.
    Looking to the side, she beseeched him with her eyes. Desperation clung to her. Her torso jerked hard when her gaze found his.
    “Needy, my baby?”
    “Please,” she mouthed. “Please, please, please.”
    He dragged his finger along her slit, touching everything at once but not enough again. Then a finger slid inside her pussy. So deep. Retreating, it didn’t take him a second to fill her again, but this time he filled her ass as well.
    One finger per hole?
    Two?
    She just didn’t know anymore.
    Sensation upon sensation built as the scary music grew louder in the theater, and Zeke thrust his slick digits inside her over and over. Her breathing matched that of the heroine as they both panted.
    Aslan finally closed her eyes. The weight of her desire sucked them down until she was lost in a black sea. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and her toes curled to the point of pain.
    “Run!” someone on the movie roared.
    Just as adrenaline dumped into her system, Zeke shoved his fingers in so deep and his thumb brushed across her clit. Up and down, rapid fire, sucking the orgasm from somewhere deep inside her.
    Pleasure exploded inside her. Arching her back, her entire body torqued against the seat as wave after wave of pure bliss pulsed from where his fingers invaded her.
    He claimed her in that moment. Owned her sensuality.
    White light flashed behind her closed eyelids as she kept them clamped shut.
    The thumb on her clit was gone but he continued to rub her G-spot as her orgasm morphed into something else altogether. Pleasure wasn’t intense enough. Carnality wasn’t hedonistic enough for what he did to her.
    Sounds of rushing blood pulsed in her ears until a scream slowly invaded the throbbing beat.
    Her mouth was open as he continued to slowly finger fuck her, but the scream was coming from the movie. She thought it was her. Felt like it was her, but he’d robbed the ability to speak from her.
    “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
    Slowly, her body began following her commands again. Trembling, her head fell to the side so she could stare at her husband.
    Love.
    That’s what it looked like.
    That visage on his face.
    He pulled his fingers free from her still spasming holes, then removed them from beneath the blankets.
    What did he do with them?
    Did he wipe them on a theater napkin?
    Rub them on his jeans to get rid of the wetness? Of the evidence of her desire for him?
    No.
    He slid them past her lips. “Lick them clean, my wife. Lick. Them. Clean.”
     
     

 

Chapter Five
     
    What a fucktard of a day.
    Work?
    It wasn’t work that she’d been doing all day.
    Somehow it had turned into managing the seventh circle of hell from the moment she stepped on the ship ten hours ago.
    Construction delays, messed up supply deliveries, even a round of some stomach bug which forced the rescheduling of two crews.
    They had never had to postpone the launch of a new ship.
    Ever.
    And this would not be the one that screwed over their perfect record.
    One of the reasons they were building this ship in Florida when they’d always built in Italy before was so they weren’t competing for the same supplies and workforce as all of the other cruise companies in Europe.
    Everything was going famously until about a week prior.
    Then everybody seemed to be unable to decipher which was their ass and which was a hole

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