Free Sinners On Tour 06.1 Take Me to Paradise (Encores #1) by Olivia Cunning Page B

apparently wasn’t smart enough to realize she was baiting him or that he shouldn’t know their next destination.
    “Oh, yeah. I get it. I guess we’ll see you there then.”
    The fact that Gail snapped two pictures of her with her cellphone was not lost on Myrna, but frankly she was too worn down about the entire situation to make an issue of their continued boorish behavior.
    “Yeah, we’ll see you there,” Myrna said. She didn’t feel the least bit sorry about lying to them. In fact, she hoped they sat around the lighthouse until dawn waiting for them to show up. The fuckers.
    Brian took Myrna’s hand and placed an unexpected kiss on her knuckles before assisting her into the back seat of the cab. He saluted Kev with one finger to his brow—just happened to be his middle finger—before joining Myrna inside the car.
    “Sometimes I forget how smart you are,” he said before tugging her close for a toe-curling kiss.
    “So you’re heading to the lighthouse?” the cab driver asked.
    “Go ahead and drive that direction,” Myrna said, “but don’t stop. We actually want to go to our hotel, but take the scenic route.”
    A lengthy make-out session with her husband in the back seat wasn’t a bad Plan B, Myrna decided. They’d make it back to their hotel, Kev-and-Gail-free, eventually.

 
    Chapter Eight
    Brian released a deep sigh when he and Myrna entered their empty hotel room. Alone at last. It turned out that their drive along the coast at sunset had been incredibly romantic and they’d lucked out in getting a very discreet cab driver who seemed to expect them to paw at each other the entire ride.
    “Romance time is over,” Brian said, drawing his giggling wife into his arms. “The rest of this evening is all about sex.”
    “Thank God.” She captured his beard-roughened face between her palms so she could kiss him with lips and teeth and a whole lot of tongue.
    His dick had been half-hard in the cab; he was painfully ready for her now. They shed their clothes impatiently on their way to the bedroom. He suckled and kissed every inch of her delightful flesh, running his hands over her body needing to prove to himself that she was really here and she was really his. When she began to beg for possession, her hands pulling at his body with desperation, he climbed from the bed and rushed to his suitcase.
    Myrna lifted her head from the pillows and arched an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?”
    “I brought a few things to intensify the ride.”
    He removed an toiletry kit from the suitcase and unzipped it. It was designed with compartments for shampoo bottles and other toiletries, but he had packed it as an arsenal of vibrators and lubes and other sex toys.
    Myrna laughed. “You really brought that on the plane? Some TSA agent got a surprise while inspecting your luggage.”
    “I’m sure they’ve seen much worse.”
    He removed two bottles of lube, one that went hot with friction and the other cold.
    “What are you in the mood for, Mrs. Sinclair?” His wife never needed lube—her pussy was always drenched for him—but he so enjoyed the extra stimulation granted by the right marital aid. He smiled at thinking of his toys that way. Mostly because marital aid fit. He was finally married to his perfect woman.
    “Hot in front. Cold in the back.”
    Brian froze. “You want to try anal again?” Did she forget that it was a skill he’d never mastered?
    “Yes. I. do.” Her voice had gone breathless.
    “Okay, but you know I’m not very good at it. If you really want some good back-door action—”
    “If you say we should call Trey, I’m locking you on the balcony and making you sleep out there with the seagulls.”
    He had been about to mention Trey, but he wasn’t dumb enough to admit it. “I brought this.”
    He pulled a short, thick, bumpy vibrator from the case. It had two rings near one end for a finger grip. He watched Myrna’s body quiver from where he stood at the side of the