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BONUS SCENE

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“Decker, come on. We’re going to miss the hike,” I tell my husband, trying to get him to move his tush.

We’re on a much-needed vacation, and so far, all we’ve done is fuck like rabbits.

I’m not complaining, because having my husband to myself has been phenomenal.

The downfall is I’m tender, every inch of my body is for that matter, still I’m never going to say no to my husband, and not because of him either.

Nope, this is all me and wanting him just as much.

I guess this is what happens when you have twins and they’re cousins with the rest of your siblings’ children.

I swear, the kids get together and figure out how to cock block you as much as possible.

The dry spell has been wild lately, and we’ve tried everything.

We’ve locked the bedroom door and told them to watch television for five minutes, but what do they do?

Bang on it profusely, saying it’s been longer even though we’re barely undressed.

It partly has to do with their age. Toddlers are a bit of fun, love, and drama wrapped in one package.

They also can’t tell time, so how would they know how long it’s been?

We even tried making it work while they napped, except it was like their radar senses went out, and both would wake up five minutes later.

Early in the mornings, good luck, a sleep regression has hit our house in full force.

Finally, our parents must have seen the state we’ve been in, or me mainly, since Decker has been working so much, and I really tried to make it to where he was still getting sleep.

An issue he took to heart one day when he found the three of us piled on the couch, finally asleep.

From that point on, he made sure that when our girls woke up, he did too.

Which meant they crawled up from the foot of the bed into the middle between us, and while it was cute at first. There is nothing pretty about being kicked, slapped, and even farted on while your cute four-year-olds sleep through their shenanigans.

“I’m coming. You do realize we don’t need to hike with a group.” Decker comes out of the bedroom wearing nothing but his swim trunks, not ready at all.

We’re back where it all began, in Belize.

The same exact bungalow, too, this being Decker’s doing, when he mentioned booking it, I worried my bottom lip at the expense.

We’re fine, financially, I knew it then and I know it now.

It's still a lot of money, and the what-ifs always pile in. Decker told me I was being a goof, and half of our trip is being paid for with the points we’ve built up on our credit card, and it wouldn’t make a dent in our savings account.

“We don’t?” I ask.

“Leena, sweetheart. There are markings the whole way up and down on each trail that leads to a waterfall. We’re not on a time crunch.

This is our vacation, we’ve got nothing but time.

Plus, we haven’t eaten breakfast yet, and I’m not brave enough to leave the bungalow without feeding you.

” I’m a bathing suit, but I’m also dressed for the outdoors with a tank top and shorts as well as sneakers.

“Are you saying I get angry when I don’t eat?” I tease. If we’re not leaving to go with the group, I’m not going to sit around in socks and shoes. I toe off my shoe by the back of my heel, repeating the process with the other.

“That’s a trick question. One, I’m not going to answer.

I’ve been married to you long enough to know when to keep my mouth shut.

” Decker continues his path toward me, and an ache in my core builds when my husband has that look on his face.

The one where he’s wanting a taste of me, and if we're not leaving our place anytime soon, then maybe I can go for one more round. If he goes easy.

“Then I’d suggest you feed me, Decker,” I bend down to pull off my socks, keeping one eye on him while doing so. I’m going to be prepared for my husband to do something sneaky like lift me off my feet, throw me over his shoulder, and head for the nearest surface available.

“I’ll feed you something. It won't be food, though, not yet at least.” I stand, it looks like we’re after the same thing, and this is the reason why I’m tender.

“Is that so?” I tug my shorts off, wiggling my hips until they’re a heap on the floor, and as soon as my shirt meets them. Well, I know I’ve got five seconds max before Decker is after me. While he’d take me anywhere, we land. The private pool is calling my name.

“I’ll give you a head start, but you better be naked by the time I get there.

” The lascivious look he sends my way lets me know he means business.

I don’t stay any longer, instead I hustle as fast as I can while working the clasp at my back to take my top off.

It doesn’t take Decker long to eat up the steps behind me, and I’m barely through the open door before he’s behind me.

“Decker,” I groan. His arms wrap around me just as my feet hit the decking, my breasts are free, and all I have to do is slide it over my head.

“Couldn’t hold back, you started stripping, and I knew I wanted to do the rest,” he mutters against my ear, cupping my breasts, as I work the fabric free. Decker’s hips press against my ass, and he’s completely naked.

“Then I guess you better finish stripping me out of my clothes and take this to the water,” I moan when his fingers work my nipples.

“Don’t you worry about that, Leena. I plan on doing all that and more.” My eyes close, and I let my husband take control, knowing that whatever my husband does, he’ll do it with me in mind.