Considering we flew in only this morning, I expected Paige would be exhausted and ready for bed. But she plucks off her shoes and makes straight for the balcony.
I watch her for a moment, barefoot and beautiful as she turns her face to the moon. It brings back a memory that I really don’t need on my mind right now.
But even as I step onto the balcony behind her, I see a fleeting image of her arched neck from the night we met. I hear an echo of those frantic moans. I feel the heat race to my c**k as I remember the moment I thrust into her for the very first time, all on a balcony not that much different from this one.
I have no idea where we stand. Yes, we’re married. Yes, we’re on our honeymoon. She seems to be open to the idea of friendship. But the truth is that the suggestion of frie
