Free HisMarriageBargain by Sidney Bristol

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two three-ways at once.”
    “Or a full-on orgy.”
    Autumn giggled. “Great, now our tub grosses me out.”
    “Whatever. I’ll toss you in it.” He’d spoken the threat off
the cuff, but now that he thought about it…
    No, can’t go there.
    Autumn gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”
    “I might.” But he wouldn’t. Down that path lay temptation.
    They rode up the elevator in amicable silence, hands still
clasped. It felt good to hold on to her.
    “When did you have time to get a ring?” He held up his left
hand and examined the band.
    “Don’t give me too much credit. It was a quick department
store buy. It’s not fancy or anything.” Though Autumn wore a smile she glanced
away down the hall as they walked toward their suite.
    “It doesn’t have to be fancy. I like it. What’s it made out
of?”
    “Titanium, I think.”
    “Hey.” He stopped and pulled her around to face him. “I’m
serious. I wasn’t expecting you to do any of this. If we’d gotten married in
jeans with no rings, I’d still be happy. I really dig the ring. All of it. You
did an amazing job.”
    The way her chin thrust forward made him think of a petulant
child, except when Autumn did it she was cute. “It wouldn’t have been a real
wedding without rings.”
    “I’m glad you got me a ring so this was a real wedding.” He
couldn’t help it. He laughed and she glared at him. The fiercer her stare
became, the harder he laughed until he was doubled over.
    “It’s not funny.” She slapped his shoulder. A tremor of
laughter in her voice betrayed her.
    A door opened behind them and a man snapped out, “Keep it
down. Some people are trying to sleep.”
    Sammi glanced over his shoulder and waved at the robe-clad
gentleman. “Sorry.”
    “Come on,” Autumn whispered. She pulled him down the hall
toward their suite.
    He let them into the room and paused.
    A trail of red rose petals started just past the door and
continued into the room, curving to the left toward the bedroom.
    “What is this?” Autumn followed the path.
    Shit.
    The staff must have done this.
    Candles dotted the suite here and there, giving it a
romantic glow. The doors to the balcony had been opened so the breeze was
fresh, perfumed with flowers.
    Sammi followed in her wake. Another time, this would have
been the start to a romantic night. He would have swept her off her feet,
peeled the dress off her to the tune of waves hitting the beach before making
love to her for hours. That was not this reality.
    This situation was headed to awkwardness, which he’d wanted
to avoid.
    “Wow. Sammi, come look at this.”
    He stepped into the bedroom, which had been tidied up in his
absence. A heart made out of red-wrapped chocolates and rose petals stood out
against the white duvet. Candles again sat on every available surface.
    “Wow,” he said for lack of something better.
    Autumn picked up a piece of the chocolate and began
unwrapping it. “It’s nice. A little over the top, but nice.”
    What do I say?
    “There’s got to be something wrong with me, because while
this is pretty and all, who do they think is going to have to pick it up? I
mean, if we were coming in here to bone on our wedding night we’d have to stop
to clean the room.” She shook her head and began brushing the decorations off
the bed. “You still want to see if the tub will help?”
    “Uh—sure.”
    She’s amazing.
    He breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Would it help if I gave you a massage? Or do you want to be
left alone?”
    Autumn was so innocent in her concern and his mind went
straight to the gutter. Her hands, massaging his cock, gripping his shoulders.
    Probably not a good idea.
    “Sure.” Though what he was agreeing to, Sammi wasn’t
certain. Let Autumn interpret it how she liked.
    Autumn glanced over her shoulder and smiled. There wasn’t a
glimpse of the temptress or flirt he’d seen her dish out on guys she’d dated or
had a fling with. It was different, and he liked being