Axel narrowed his eyes apprehensively at me. “With my newfound realization of your knowledge of burying bodies, I think I’m going to refuse to answer that one,” he deadpanned. He turned on his side, wedging his big bicep under my head and kissing my nose. “I know you mean well, baby, but don’t start scheming. Beau has to decide when and if he wants to get rid of the Skank Squad and settle down.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I sighed.

He started chuckling again. “Can you just imagine those two together? Charli is so sweet and innocent, and Beau is… well, your brother is a bit… dark.”

“Well, Charli certainly has a way with our wild little boys. Maybe she can tame Beau, as well.”

“I would give my left nut to be a fly on the wall if they did get together. The first time she booped him on the nose—like she does with the boys—and told him to behave?” I could feel him shaking with laughter. “I would fucking love to see the look on his grumpy face.”

I giggled at the thought. “I just, I don’t know. I thought I sensed something between them. Like some sort of budding chemistry.”

Axel leaned forward, pressing a kiss right in front of my ear. “You know who else has chemistry?” he asked, his voice taking on that low, seductive timbre that told me he was ready for another trip to Sexy Town.

“Hmmm. I’m not sure. Brad and Angelina?”

He fixed me with a mock glare, even as his thick cock hardened against my stomach. “Smartass comments like that are going to get your pretty little ass spanked, Mrs. Broxton.”

Pressing my lips against his, I said, “But I’m thirty now, much too old and delicate for spankings.”

A second later, I found myself flipped over on my stomach with my husband straddling my legs with his thick, muscular thighs. “I’m still going to be spanking my wife’s sweet ass when we’re old and gray,” he said, landing a sharp smack to my behind that had my pussy waking up and taking notice.

“Oh, really?” I challenged. “You think I’m keeping you around that long?”

That earned me another delicious spank on my bottom before Ax rolled me over and stretched out on top of me, his nose rubbing tenderly against mine. “You’re mine forever, Bear. You promised, remember?”

“Well, I am kind of old now. My memory is a little shaky. When did I do that?”

“Beautiful girl in a white dress. Dashingly handsome stud in a tuxedo. Any of this ringing a bell?” he asked with lifted eyebrows.

“Hmmm. A little bit,” I hedged, pretending to think hard. Widening my eyes, I said, “Oh, wait! I think I remember you vowing to obey me for the rest of your life.”