#Chapter67
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 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 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 my lips. /"Not yet. Let’s play a little game./"
