My Honeymoon Stranger's Trap - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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I stopped avoiding Vincent Lombardi's gaze, meeting his eyes head-on as I gave myself completely to the raw pleasure coursing through my body.
When we flly came down from our high, it took forever for our breathing to steady. The air between us still crackled with tension—not that there were any boundaries left to cross at this point.
"So," Vincent murmured, tracing lazy circles on my skin, "what's the plan for tonight?"
"Hadn't really thought about it."
"Barbecue? I packed some top-shelf liquor."
Perfect. Our honeymoon villa's backyard was made for grilling—private pool included. Good food, strong drinks, and zero reasons to put clothes back on? Sign me up.
"Oooh, fancy booze and grilled meat!" Tiffany Valentine squealed, bouncing on her toes. Her bare breasts swayed with the movement, drawing a hungry stare from my husband. I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard.
We grabbed groceries from the caretaker, and Vincent popped open the first bottle.
"Cheers!" Tiffany clinked her glass against ours, now sporting a new bikini—if you could call two strings and a triangle of fabric a "bikini."
One drink blurred into three, and the vibe got steamier by the minute. By the time Tiffany was properly buzzed, she suddenly reached back, untied her swimsuit, and let it drop to the patio tiles.
"God, that's better," she sighed, stretching like a cat in sunlight.
Vincent hauled her against his chest with a rough chuckle, palming her breasts. "Someone's feeling bold. We've got neighbors, you know."
Tiffany just laughed, tipping her head back. "Please. Like they haven't gotten an eyeful already." Then she turned to me, lips brushing my ear as her whiskey-warm breath sent a shiver down my spine. "Jing... wanna play too?"
My skin burned where she touched me, that reckless heat pooling low in my stomach.
"Play how?"
Instead of answering, Tiffany shoved me into Vincent's arms and whispered the word that somehow felt inevitable—
"Threesome."
When we flly came down from our high, it took forever for our breathing to steady. The air between us still crackled with tension—not that there were any boundaries left to cross at this point.
"So," Vincent murmured, tracing lazy circles on my skin, "what's the plan for tonight?"
"Hadn't really thought about it."
"Barbecue? I packed some top-shelf liquor."
Perfect. Our honeymoon villa's backyard was made for grilling—private pool included. Good food, strong drinks, and zero reasons to put clothes back on? Sign me up.
"Oooh, fancy booze and grilled meat!" Tiffany Valentine squealed, bouncing on her toes. Her bare breasts swayed with the movement, drawing a hungry stare from my husband. I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard.
We grabbed groceries from the caretaker, and Vincent popped open the first bottle.
"Cheers!" Tiffany clinked her glass against ours, now sporting a new bikini—if you could call two strings and a triangle of fabric a "bikini."
One drink blurred into three, and the vibe got steamier by the minute. By the time Tiffany was properly buzzed, she suddenly reached back, untied her swimsuit, and let it drop to the patio tiles.
"God, that's better," she sighed, stretching like a cat in sunlight.
Vincent hauled her against his chest with a rough chuckle, palming her breasts. "Someone's feeling bold. We've got neighbors, you know."
Tiffany just laughed, tipping her head back. "Please. Like they haven't gotten an eyeful already." Then she turned to me, lips brushing my ear as her whiskey-warm breath sent a shiver down my spine. "Jing... wanna play too?"
My skin burned where she touched me, that reckless heat pooling low in my stomach.
"Play how?"
Instead of answering, Tiffany shoved me into Vincent's arms and whispered the word that somehow felt inevitable—
"Threesome."
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