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it?”
    That she’d managed to keep the design and style of his wedding band a secret from him was a miracle for her, his little hater of secrets. “It’s perfect. Why?”
    “I thought it might bother you I didn’t try to match them.”
    The wide band wasn’t too feminine or too plain. It wasn’t white gold like hers, but platinum. “Keely. I love it. It shows how different we are but how well we fit together.”
    “Well, that’s a relief.”
    Jack’s thumb swept across her new wedding band, comprised of diamonds and sapphires, nestled beneath her eleven-karat diamond engagement ring. “Do you like yours?”
    “It’s really flashy, so of course I adore it.”
    “The sapphires reminded me of your eyes.”
    “Such a flatterer, but don’t stop. You could start talking about my other physical attributes. I could strip nekkid if you need a reminder of what my body looks like without such constricting clothing.”
    Jack laughed. “Nice try.”
    Comfortable silence fell between them for several miles. Then she yawned.
    “If you’re tired, go ahead and sleep. I’ll wake you when we get to Denver.”
    “Are we stopping at the condo before the airport?”
    “No.”
    Keely sighed. “Damn. There goes my plan to carry you over the threshold and ravish you in your former bachelor pad.”
    “There will be plenty of time for ravishment in Tahiti.” He kissed the back of her hand again. “Get some rest.”
    “How am I supposed to change your mind about doing the nasty with me as soon as possible if I’m snoring?” She dropped his hand and turned in her seat to run her fingers through his hair. “So let’s talk about all the places I’m gonna try and seduce you before our toes hit the sand.”
    Jack said, “Not a good idea,” even as his cock pressed against his zipper, arguing it was the greatest idea in the history of the world.
    This was going to be a long drive.

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    21

    Lorelei James

    Six hours later Jack was this goddamn close to saying fuck it, pulling Keely into the bathroom in the first class section of the airplane and fucking her until she couldn’t walk.
    Within ten minutes of passing through security at the Denver airport, she’d suggested they test out the private rooms in the VIP lounge.
    He’d declined.
    Then she’d suggested they hook up in one of the family-friendly bathrooms in preparation for joining the mile-high club on the flight to LA.
    He’d declined.
    It appeared she’d given up seducing him during the flight to LA, until they reached LAX and she’d started in again.
    Within ten minutes of reaching their gate, she’d begun whispering her fantasies, which seemed to include a lot of lube and different kinds of rope.
    But by the time they’d settled in for the final flight to the island, Keely’s eyes were drooping. Her raunchy sexual suggestions had tapered off, focusing on soft pillows and cool sheets rather than vibrating marital aids and zero inhibitions.
    As soon as they were airborne, she’d curled her body into his and had fallen fast asleep.
    And in that moment, when it was just the two of them, snuggled together forty thousand feet in the air, Jack finally felt like they were married. That she belonged to him and he to her.
    The vows and the ceremony and the exchange of rings and the reception had been great and all…yet, he’d never understood before that the wedding had been for their family and friends—public proof of their commitment to each other.
    So in Jack’s mind, the honeymoon was the place to offer his private commitment to Keely. To look her in the eye, with no interruptions and no distractions, and let her know that he planned on loving her every day for the rest of his life.
    That’s why he’d been so adamant about them waiting to make love—because they’d never get another first time as husband and wife and he wanted it to be meaningful. Special. Maybe even magical.
    You’re such a girl, GQ.
    But now he was worried.