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 cock 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 cocks. Now, I can see the mischievous...