Chapitre 82: Chapter 82

III

ALTHOUGH WE’D SHOWERED before we left the Bonheur earlier in the day, we took another shower after we woke from a three-hour nap and a final round of oral sex.

Afterward, we dressed in sweats. It wouldn’t pay to put on clothes we’d have to change out of as soon as Paul brought our tuxes back from the cleaners.

I was lacing up my jogging shoes when chimes rang out throughout the house.

“Our doorbell?” I picked up my Llama Mini-Max. Quinn didn’t ask me if I felt it was necessary. He’d started to reach for his own, but he paused.

“Yes, ‘The Hall of the Mountain King.’” He smiled ruefully. “I’m sorry. I should have told you. I talked to Mother about this a few weeks ago. If you don’t care for it—”

“Yeah?” I couldn’t help grinning as I had a sudden thought. “When we get back from dinner, you’re gonna fuck me like a mountain king.”

He laughed. “I’ll look forward to taking you up on that.” He took a step toward me. “I’ll strip you off, one article of clothing at a time.”