Page 130 of The Fake Husband Deal

Not that I felt my age. Marrying someone seventeen years younger sure kept me on my toes.

I caressed his hair.

Life with Noah was a beautiful adventure.

He sucked in a deep breath and then stretched like a cat, settling back against me with a contented sigh.

“Morning,” he said.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“I’m beat. Whose idea was it to have a honeymoon on the other side of the world?”

I chuckled. “I believe that was yours.”

“Well, I blame you for giving in to my whims.”

“I’ll remember that next time you want something.”

He opened his eyes and looked at me. “It was a pretty good honeymoon.”

“The best.”

“We should have a honeymoon every year.”

“Uh-huh.”

He rested his chin on my chest. His big blue eyes stared at me with so much love. Noah No Feelings was the most open person I’d ever met. And he did have feelings. He felt everything.

“What time’s the wedding?” he asked.

“After lunch. We can order room service breakfast and go down just before the ceremony.”

“I should message my brothers to say we’re here in case anyone needs anything.”

“Okay, you do that. I’m going to grab a shower. Join me after?”

“Absolutely.” He turned over to grab his phone.

I pulled clean underwear for both of us from our suitcase and went into the bathroom.

The warm water was heaven for my tired muscles. We’d arrived at the vineyard so late last night that we’d jumped straight into bed.

Traveling from our late honeymoon straight to Adam’s wedding was probably not the best idea we’d ever had, but when Noah found out about a fundraising event for a charity that helped foster children in Melbourne, we extended our honeymoon to attend.

We were paying the price of that decision now. Thankfully, I’d also extended our stay at the vineyard for a few days after the wedding.

Adam and Victoria would leave for their honeymoon tomorrow, and then we’d get to hang out with the rest of the guys until we went back to work in a few days.

The shower door opened, and Noah stepped in.

“The family has been informed, and I’ve double-checked the locks on the room door. No one’s interrupting us this time.”

He stepped under the water spray and then reached for the soap.

“I’m going to wash you all nice and clean,” he said like he didn’t have an ulterior motive.

His hands kneaded my back muscles, then moved down to my ass and legs. I groaned as I relaxed under his touch. My dick hardened. I gave it a few strokes before Noah turned me around.