Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Erika
Sitting back in the dining chair, I wait for Leon to return from the restroom.
For the last twelve days, we’ve talked, laughed, eaten, slept, read, talked some more, and made love more times than I have fingers and toes. The man’s insatiable.
An insatiable man with a magical pierced dick that I’m completely obsessed with because he can make me come in record time. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on the best sex of my life all these years.
I’m making up for it now, and this honeymoon is better than I could ever have imagined. Being here with Leon is like something out of a dream. From the sun, the sea to the sex, it’s all fabulous, and if I didn’t love my job so much, I might suggest that we move here permanently.
I applaud the steel drum band as they finish playing before starting another song, enhancing the warm tropical atmosphere around the bar where Leon and I have been sipping cocktails since we finished dinner.
“Red suits you.” Leon rejoins me, planting a kiss on my exposed shoulder that looks like it’s also been kissed by the sun. Leon told me I was glowing earlier. I feel like I am.
I look down at the plunging neckline of my red dress, which is a little risky and sits just above my belly button.
“Thank you.” I drop my voice. “But I think I’m showing a bit too much side boob.”
“You can never show off enough side boob. It’s like bonus boob. I’ve always thought that.”
“Bonus boob? What the hell is that?” I scoff, genuinely intrigued.
“What you have right… here.” Leon brushes the back of his fingers over the exposed globed edge of my breast, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin.
“It’s like a temptation, or cheeky opportunity.
Erika’s side boob…” He paints an invisible rainbow in front of him with his hands, “driving Leon’s dick wild since he was old enough to know he loved her.
” Dramatically, he hams up a long sigh as he stares into the night sky with hearts in his eyes.
“You’re ridiculous.” I gesture to his pink, purple, and green cocktail that looks like something a unicorn would throw up.
“Ridiculously in love.” He winks, then drinks the last of his cocktail through the tiniest straw I’ve ever seen. He’s had too much to drink, and it’s making him giddy and goofy, reminding me of what he used to be like when he was in his twenties.
“We’re pathetic.”
“Pathetically in love?” he asks with a boyish charm.
“That too,” I agree, snorting, which is unladylike of me.
Leon drums his fingers against the tabletop to the beat of the steel drums. The rhythm is slow and mellow and feels slightly enchanting.
“Are you looking forward to tomorrow?” Leon asks before laying his hand on top of my thigh.
“I can’t wait.” We’re going on the private yacht lagoon day trip with lunch tomorrow. The special gift Leon gave me when he handed me my new stethoscope for my birthday.
“Pack an overnight bag, too,” he instructs.
“Are we staying overnight somewhere?” This is the first time he’s mentioned it.
“We’re staying over on the yacht.”
That sounds like five-star luxury. “You have to stop spoiling me.”
“I’m only getting started.” He glances toward the area where many couples are dancing to the steel drums that sound like how I imagine sunshine would—shimmering, bright, and uplifting—and are now my soundtrack of the honeymoon. “Let’s dance.”
I offer him my hand to take, and we both stand up at the same time. “Is this just an excuse so you can rub yourself against me?”
“It’s like you’re living in my head, baby.” He laughs, already shaking his hips on his way to the dance area, tugging me behind him, his other hand raised to the sky, swinging it to the song’s beat.
I take a mental picture of this happy moment.
It’s a memory that will stay imprinted in my brain for a lifetime.