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said they were fantastic…but I already knew that.”
    My wife is so proud of her old band mates. It’s adorable how she brags that she was once in Cliffhangers. She tends to forget who she is now. Her career seems to be a second thought to her. When it was once her only focus, it’s now a fringe benefit. She is much more involved in the business aspect of her solo career than she’s ever been. She finally fired Malcolm. She has a new agent who is more a friend than an agent. She now has the relationship she always wanted and never had with either Jen or Malcolm. Zoe is a perfect fit.
    “It’s cold out here,” Leila rubs her arms to get warmth.
    I pat my lap and she moves onto it without hesitation. With my arms wrapped around her entire body and my lips on her ear, I whisper, “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ll keep you warm.” Goosebumps pebble her skin and she snuggles closer, grinding my cock into an even harder predicament.
    One side of her mouth quirks up, “This better be for me. Or did you see a hot Italian girl before I got here?”
    “It’s always only for you.” I suck on her bottom lip, applying enough pressure with my hold on her to worsen the ache in my crotch. “Are the kids okay?”
    She nods. “Yep.”
    “I wanted to find a secluded spot on this beach, but if I get started, we’ll end up out here all night. It’s time to take this to our room.” She stares me straight in the eye while simultaneously slanting her mouth over mine. The kiss instantly becomes inappropriate for a public place.
    “Hey, Lair. I still have that bet going with Joe,” Hunter calls over, interrupting our moment like nails on a chalkboard.
    My wife lets out a few choice words before flipping him off, beating me to it.
     

Hunter
    “Wow, Lei. You’ve changed. The Leila I know would never flip her good friend Hunter off.” I pretend to be hurt and she immediately stammers an apology. “You’re so easy,” I tease.
    “Yeah, I’ve heard that about her,” Trey nods in agreement.
    Leila graces each of us with our own finger in reply.
    “Hey assholes, I’ll hurt you both,” Jack spits his normal threat when anyone of us, specifically Trey, bothers his wife. It’s become his expected response, giving us a green light to turn the insults on him.
    Leila confirms she can handle us. She can. If there’s ever been proof of such, it’s her relationship with Trey. We all sat in awe as she wore him down and broke through the thick layer of ice that surrounded him. It was impressive to watch.
    “Hunt, you wanna share why you fucked up practice so bad in Milan?” Jack asks, trying to no doubt rile me up.
    “I wasn’t feeling well.”
    Trey snickers and tries to cover it up with a cough. If I ever wanted to punch someone in the face, it pales in comparison to the desire I have at the moment. Thinking quickly, I ask if Shane will be playing with us during the Italian shows.
    “Not sure yet. It depends on Paula,” Jack bites.
    Feeling my wife’s eyes trained on my face, I turn to give her a smile. I’d like to say that she smiled in return, but it’s more like a sneer.
    When the women all start complaining it’s too chilly out, we decide to pack it in. As rounds of good nights are exchanged, Trey leans closer and asks, “Did you find it?”
    I throw him a sideways dirty, scathing, shut the fuck up kind of look.
    “Hmm, I wonder which gossip site will break with it first?”
    “Fuck off,” I mumble. He laughs at me as he walks off. His statement makes me feel sick to my stomach. My eyes fly over to my wife. She’ll never, ever let me indulge in my fetish ever again. She sees me watching and motions for us to leave. In the elevator, she sidles up to me and wraps her arms around my body while nuzzling my neck. This is out of the box for her. I quickly glance up at the camera she always points out when I try to get frisky in an elevator.
    “I’m so cold,” she murmurs into my neck. Her lips are ice cold, so