Celebrating it All (Punishment Pit #8) - Livia Grant

Chapter One

Tiffany

“Tiffany, come on! The car is here. We are gonna miss our flight!”

Dammit. She knew she should have finished packing before the wedding. This was her own fault. She’d been in such a hurry to head to the Four Seasons for the wedding, that making sure she was ready to fly to Hawaii for the honeymoon had seemed low on the priority list.

Tiff was just cramming a final sun dress into her already over-stuffed luggage when she was grabbed from behind and yanked back into the muscular chest of her husband.

His lips were on her ear as he growled, “Mrs. Mitchell… you’re making us late. You remember what happens when you’re tardy?”

They were standing in the middle of their mammoth walk-in closet. She glanced up to admire the picture they made in the full-length mirror directly in front of them.

God, how the hell did I get so lucky to find this man?

It wasn’t the first time she’d asked herself that question, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“I’m almost ready. I was worried I hadn’t brought enough dresses.”

Lukus grinned, lighting up his face with the sexiest of smiles. “If you brought one, it’s too many. I plan on us being naked and in bed the whole time.” His grinding hips pressing his semi-hard cock into her ass told her he may not have been exaggerating.

“If all we’re gonna do is stay in our room, we should just stay home and save the money,” she observed.

Luckily, he chuckled. “Fine. I might be persuaded to leave the room a time or two. At least the weather is gonna be better there. Getting out of Chicago for two weeks in January is never a bad idea.”

Dreaming about the warm beaches and luxurious swimming pools reminded Tiffany. “That’s right. I wanted to grab my old bathing suit to take, too. I want a few choices.” She wiggled in his arms, attempting to extricate herself to find her old suit, but Lukus only squeezed her tighter. “I thought we were late?” she teased.

Lukus’s right hand had migrated up to squeeze her boob, while his left moved lower to cup her pussy through the jeans she was wearing on the flight. “I just realized how many hours it’s gonna be before we get to our next hotel. Maybe we should fit a quickie in,” he mumbled, his lips nibbling at the crook of her neck.

“You have to be kidding me. We got married less than twenty-four hours ago and we’ve already done it twice.”

Lukus froze, looking up from her neck so their eyes met in the mirror in front of them. “You better get used to the idea that I’m taking this honeymoon thing very seriously. I won’t consider myself successful unless you come home walking funny from all the sex marathons we’re gonna have in the next two weeks.”

Tiffany’s core spasmed at the X-rated heat in her new husband’s eyes. The anxiety she’d been feeling from rushing to pack started to fall away as his fingers deftly unbuttoned her jeans just as his other hand snaked up under her loose-fitting blouse, roughly pushing her bra up and over her breasts, freeing them to his touch.

“So far, we’ve made love once in the hotel bed, like vanillas. Then, we had our fun in the shower this morning.” His left hand slid down her tummy, into her pants.

Their eyes bore into each other in their reflection as his fingers slid through her wet folds, roughly stroking her clit before plunging two fingers into her core. It was getting harder to stand as the pleasure washed over her.

“I see you’re ready for us to cross the next challenge off our list. The quickie.”

She couldn’t help it. She caught the giggles. “Since when is a quickie a challenge for us? We’ve had dozens since I met you!”

Sensing his renewed urgency, he was pushing her jeans down her legs as he answered. “Maybe, but those were dating quickies. This will be our first married quickie.”

Done talking, Lukus pulled them towards the tall island in the center of the closet. Pushing the open suitcase aside, the countertop was the perfect height to press Tiffany’s top half across as he pulled at her hips, positioning her bottom where he wanted her.

The ding of a text message on Lukus’s phone reminded them both that they had a car and driver waiting for them down in the alley, ready to drive them to O’Hare.

“Hold on, baby. This is gonna be a rough ride.”

She barely had