Epilogue II
PYKE
“OH, MY GOD, Love. Dream guy is like a prince charming who doesn’t exist. Stop being a brat. Let’s get some sleep.” She drops her robe, leaving only her black lacy nighties with a lacy black thong.
My c**k thickens, hardens, twitches under the towel I’m still wearing. I loosen the towel, dropping it to the floor.
“Uh-uh, not yet, husband.” Camila shakes her finger at me.
“What do you mean?”
“Give me my book back.”
“Babe,” I warn.
“Then you can’t sleep beside me.”
“This is supposed to be our second honeymoon, Babe, not you reading that damn trash.”
Her brow c***s. Now, I can see the mischievous smile on her lips. “Come here, husband.” Gesturing her finger seductively. I crawl on the bed and position myself on top of her.
She moves her face to the side, avoiding m
