Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(117)

Our private jet was going to take us somewhere that Jace had kept as a surprise, so I had no idea where my honeymoon was going to be, but the look in his eyes told me that this was one bride who was not going to get much sleep on her wedding night. I couldn’t wait.

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Carry on reading the bonus story about Jace and Kendall’s honeymoon below. It’s hot as hell and it’s a great set up for ‘Submission Specialist’ (Still a Bad Boy #2).

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Bonus Story

Still a Bad Boy #1.5

Kendall

I may have already been in a private jet a mile over the sparkling ocean, but I still had no idea where I was going for my honeymoon. My boyf… my husband, had been enjoying himself for weeks keeping this a secret from me.

The pilot’s voice came over the intercom, advising us that it was safe to remove our seatbelts. I did so immediately, getting the drop on Jace, and moved into his lap.

As far as I was concerned, my wedding dress was the perfect mix of sexy and classy. It wasn’t all puffy and elaborate, which was why I’d been able to dance the afternoon away without getting changed and even boarded the jet bound for who-knew-where still wearing it.

Soon, I’d get changed into something a little more practical, but it was such a shame that I could only wear this beautiful dress once. In the meantime though, I was enjoying the way Jace was devouring me with his eyes.

“OK, game over, where are we going?” I asked.

I wiggled my ass a little, pretending to get into a more comfortable position, but in reality just teasing myself with the knowledge that only a few flimsy layers of clothing were between me and the most glorious cock in the world. Since getting pregnant, I’d been insatiable when it came to sex and not being with my tattooed lover the previous night I’d nearly gone crazy with missing him, mind, body and soul.

“You’ll see when we land,” he said.

“Please?”

I bit my bottom lip and rubbed my ass against him again in the most persuasive way I possibly could. I may have been an eighteen year old virgin when we met, but he gave me a crash course in how to satisfy him and I wasn’t above using that knowledge to pry the information out of the muscular billionaire.

Of course, Jace wasn’t born yesterday and that smirk he was wearing told me he knew exactly what I was up to. He might or might not tell me where we were going, but he was as eager as I was to get the honeymoon started.

“Well, well. What’s in it for me?” he asked.

“Anything you want.” I smiled.

“Mmmm. Good girl.”

A shiver of pleasure went down my spine. Nothing in the world, real or imagined, had ever turned me on as much as knowing that Jace thought I was the most fuckable woman he’d ever seen.

Lots of women might live under the assumption that their men would kill or die for them. I didn’t have to, I knew he would.

Hearing him say things like that, the way he said them, was like pressing a button in my brain that released a potent aphrodisiac. If he teased me and made me wait until we arrived at wherever the honeymoon suite was, I might go certifiably crazy.

I had to make sure that didn’t happen so I slowly slid off his lap, never taking my eyes off his until I was kneeling between his legs and I glanced down to unbuckle his seat belt. Jace parted his legs a bit, letting me shuffle good and close as I gently ran my hands up the inside of his thighs.

When I felt the bulge of that incredible cock under my hand, I closed my eyes and licked my lips. Memories of the last time I’d seen it flashed through my mind, driving me wild with lust.

Before he got so hard that I’d have to take his pants completely off, I unzipped him and reached inside. As I wriggled my fingers through the gap at the front of his boxers I could feel his body heat all around my hand, even more so when I gripped that rapidly thickening shaft and pulled it out into view.

My breath caught at the sight of it. Of course, by now, I’d seen it several times a day almost every day, but it was still a work of art that was more than OK. The gold band around my ring finger was a new element as well, adding that emotional power of our marriage, our commitment and love, into the mix.

“I think I wanna fuck that pretty little face of yours, Mrs. Barlow,” said Jace.

My stomach fluttered in response. For a second I thought I might have just felt the first movement of our baby in my belly, but it was far too early for that. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to being called Mrs. Barlow.

“Yes, sir,” I purred.

Jace’s manhood twitched at that, and I smiled as I lowered my mouth towards it. The instant the tip of my tongue touched the head of his cock, a spark of pleasure between my legs made me gasp.