my headstone. Here lies Mr. Animal, husband to Mrs. Animal, who loved sucking cock.” He raises an eyebrow. “Hmm, I like it.”
I roll my eyes. “Do your crossword, idiot.” I glance over his shoulder and read the next question. “Vostok 6,” I murmur.
Camerons eyes flick up to me and he frowns and reads the question out loud. “In which craft did Valencia Tereshkova make her historic space flight?” He narrows his eyes at me. “How do you know that?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I must have read it once.”
“Your brain is a real fucking turn on, you know?” He licks his lips. “You better watch out or I will get you pregnant.”
Our eyes are locked.
“I dare you,” I whisper.
“Dare is a strong word… I am a goal-orientated man, you know.” He raises an eyebrow in question.
My eyes drop to his lips. “So I’ve heard.”
He kisses me slowly. “Challenge accepted. My mission is now crystal clear. Fuck my brainiac wife and inject her with my super human sperm.”
“Oh, my God.” I laugh out loud. “You are determined on keeping that romance score as low as possible, aren’t you?”
He winks sexily and sips his scotch. “You bet, baby.”
We walk down the street, hand in hand.
This is the honeymoon of all honeymoons. I can’t stop smiling. We have eaten and laughed our way around Paris. Sleeping in, having sex whenever we want, sleeping late, drinking cocktails, sightseeing, speaking French…when it’s actually necessary.
“I love Paris.” I smile.
“Paris loves you,” Cam replies casually. “Let’s go home and spend the afternoon in bed.”
“That sounds awfully good.”
His eyes flick to mine and he smiles darkly. “Do you want to stop for a few drinks before we go back to our hotel?”
“No,” I reply as I look at the bustling street around us. “Let’s just go home.”
We walk past a pharmacy. “I’ve just got to go in here for a moment.” He pulls me in by the hand.
I’m not really concentrating and I just follow him around. “What are you looking for?” I ask as he looks for something specific.
“I think it should be…” He frowns and goes to the next aisle and looks around. “Aha.” He picks a large bottle off the shelf and then keeps looking for something, and then picks another bottle from the shelf.
“What’s that?” I ask.
His eyes hold mine. “Lube.”
What?
My eyes widen and I swallow the lump in my throat.
Fuck.
“Sure you don’t want that drink?” he asks as he raises his brow.
“Yeah, maybe I will,” I murmur.
“You should maybe have a few.” His eyes drop to my lips. “You’re going to need to relax. I need my wife soft and supple to work with.”
Double fuck.
Two hours and a few cocktails later, we burst into our room. Cameron has been talking dirty to me for the last two hours and I’m pretty sure if he blows in my direction I’ll orgasm. Our lips are locked and he walks me backwards.
“You know, Cam, I was thinking.” He slides my jeans down my legs, completely preoccupied.
“Did it hurt?” he murmurs against my breast.
I fake a laugh. “You’re so funny.” I hold the top of his head as it drops lower, down my stomach.
“You know…” I pause as he bites my hip bone, and my mouth falls open. “I’m not really into this, Cameron.”
He bites me hard.
“I like our sex life the way it is. I don’t think I want to change it. You don’t try and fix what isn’t broken…right?”
He stands and his eyes hold mine. “This isn’t up for discussion, Ashley.” His voice has dropped to that dominant tone he gets when aroused.
I frown.
He runs his finger underneath my jaw and lifts my face so that it’s only millimeters from his. “You’re my wife.”
I get goosebumps.
“And I want to fuck your beautiful ass.”
I swallow the lump in my throat as a fission of fear runs through me.
“And I’m taking what’s mine. Today.”
I frown. “It’s not that I don’t want to but… you’re really big, Cam,” I whisper. “It scares me.”
“Have I ever hurt you, Bloss?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You know I would never hurt you.” He kisses me, hard lips and soft tongue, and I feel my arousal start to pump. “I love you.” He kisses me again. “I want all of you.” Our kisses turn desperate. “I want you to want to please me and give me what I need.”
I can feel my body submitting to his.
“Trust me,” he whispers against my lips.
Our kiss is slow and tender and perfect, and fuck I do