Page 61 of What Happens in Dubai

I was in my element searching through racks and racks of voluminous bras, crotchless undies and devilish lingerie sets, wondering what kind of look would get Cameron going. So far, he hadn’t taken much interest in my underwear but I knew it was probably because he was desperate to get past the clothes and hit the jackpot. Was he a lacy or a leather type of guy? Maybe he enjoyed a bit of role play – a sexy secretary or a naughty nurse. I was more than prepared to play a stereotype if that was what it took, but I wasn’t convinced he’d even like that. I stumbled through to the over-18 section, hoping to find something truly irresistible, and giggled at the huge cocks sticking out from every angle. But beyond those, nothing in particular caught my attention. Eventually, I selected a black thronged bodysuit that zipped up from the crotch. It was guaranteed to conceal my muffin top, lift my saggy tits and flaunt my ever-growing arse all at the same time – it had to be a winner. My body squirmed, knowing I’d have to be extra vigilant and tuck my flaps in just in case we had aThere’s Something About Maryincident with the zipper. Still, this ensemble was bound to turn him on, right? God, I felt horny just looking at it.

Happy with my selection, I took it to the cashier and smiled.

‘Would you like a bag?’ she asked.

‘Yes, please.’

‘Can I interest you in any bullets, condoms, anal beads? They’re all reduced.’

I smirked and blushed at the word ‘anal’ being spoken so openly in public. ‘Oh, no, thank you. This is fine.’

She rang up the bodysuit, waited for me to pay, and then slipped it into a bag. ‘OK, have a nice night.’

‘I intend to! Thanks.’

She handed me the bag and I rushed across the road to meet back up with Cameron. He was standing at the cashier himself, paying for an elegant suit.

‘Hey, beautiful. Did you get anything nice?’ he asked, leaning over and kissing my cheek.

I smiled mischievously and raised my Ann Summers bag in the air.

‘Maybe,’ I whispered.

‘What have you got there now?’ he asked as the cashier handed him his shopping bag. He looked pleased and curious as we stepped away from the counter and headed towards the exit.

‘You’re going to have to wait and find out, aren’t you!’ I said, discreetly brushing my hand past his penis.

Cameron let out an almighty laugh and held me close, looking both thrilled and mortified. ‘You are terrible, Zara Smith. But that’s what I love about you!’

I felt my heart stand still.Did he just say …?Suddenly time was passing in slow motion as we continued along the street and my mind floated up out of my body, flying way up in the sky with the gods.

Cameron loves me!

My entire body felt electric and alive, and an obscenely large grin expanded over my face as I walked alongside Cameron. Should I tell him I loved him back? I was almost certain I did. I mean, the man was perfection. But by the time I thought of this, the moment was gone. It had been so unexpected, but so wonderful.

I walked back up the hilly city centre towards my flat, with a handsome, beautiful man and a declaration of love weighing happily on my shoulders.

That night we tackled the last few episodes ofThe Originalsboxset with Ashley and a bowlful of Sensations. I hadn’t confided in Ashley regarding Cameron’s declaration of love for me as she seemed so down about Dave. I didn’t want to boast about my fantastic relationship when hers was in tatters and decided to play it down. She was aware of the sexy night of passion I had preplanned for my man and knew to have her headphones at the ready. Cameron and I sat cuddled up on the couch, while Ashley stared at her phone most of the night. As soon as the credits rolled on the last episode, I shot to the bathroom, keen to get my freak on.

I retrieved the sexy bodysuit from under a pile of folded towels, having carefully hidden it there earlier. Through the door, I could hear Ashley debate the best vampire series with Cameron while I squeezed out a pee, drenched the edge of a towel in warm soapy water and started scrubbing my fanny, arse and armpits. Next, I yanked the bodysuit on, loosened my ponytail and gazed at myself in the small circular shaving mirror Cameron had brought with him.Ahhh too close.I gasped as I was magnified one hundred times and all I could see was my hairy nostrils and abundance of blackheads. I swivelled the mirror and looked at myself again from a little further away. I felt sexy but self-conscious. What if Cameron didn’t like it? What if he wondered why I was going to such measures? I ran my sweaty hands over the black shiny plastic material.You can do this, Zara!

I slipped out of the bathroom and headed for my bedroom, calling on Cameron, who was still passionately arguing the merits ofThe Walking Deadwith Ashley. As he lifted his head from the couch, I watched him immediately stand to attention.

‘We’re er … going to bed, Ashley. Night.’ His strong highland voice sounded surprised, and he practically leapt over the sofa.

Ashley giggled, remembering my plan, and called out, ‘Keep it down, shaggers!’

Cameron marched in the door behind me and grabbed hold of my waist from the back. He pulled me against his chest and kissed my neck.

‘Zara, what are you trying to do to me?’ he panted.

I turned around and faced him. ‘Do you want to fuck me, baby?’ I said as seductively as I could.

His eyes widened at my profanity. ‘Erm, yes. Of course. I would very much like that indeed!’

I dropped my hand down to his tartan pyjama bottoms and stroked his hard dick. ‘Mmm … I can tell you want to,’ I whispered over his lips, teasing him as he followed my every word.

Cameron propelled his legs out of his pyjamas, then grabbed the zip of my bodysuit and lowered it down, gently exposing me.

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