Page 63 of What Happens in Dubai

I nodded, anticipating the hot night of passion I was about to be subjected to. Was he a sixty-niner type of guy? Or maybe he liked to watch porn together? Shit, maybe he wants a threesome! I was starting to feel nervous at his answer.

I let out a huge sigh. ‘Just tell me!’

Cameron leaned over and tapped my arse. ‘That!’ he whispered.

I grinned, bopping up and down like an excitable puppy. ‘Oh, I’m partial to a little spanking too!’

He shook his head and grinned. ‘I don’t want to spank your ass, Zara. I want to … you know … have sex with it.’

My face fell in shock as the PG-perfect prince unveiled his fantasy, and I hadn’t foreseen it at all.

‘Ohh. OK,’ I laughed, feeling nervous at the thought of my haemorrhoids bursting all over him, but slightly relieved he didn’t disclose a darker secret. I suppose most men seem to enjoy anal but it was something I’d never tried. I heard so many horror stories in the hospital with patients becoming incontinent and all of a sudden, I had another fear.Would Cameron still love me if I wore a pad. I knew I was being dramatic; one time surely wouldn’t cause permanent damage, would it? I always thought it would be something I would only consider in a serious relationship. But this is as serious as I’d ever gotten, maybe this is the time, I thought. But fuck, I didn’t fancy getting ghosted after leaving a skiddy on a penis after all. I really didn’t know what to do.

I sat quietly for a few more seconds, keeping Cameron fully in suspense and eventually shrugged.

‘I mean, I’ve never done it, but I’ll try anything once, I suppose!’ I wanted to sound upbeat, but a sudden nervous belly overcame me.

Cameron’s grin took over the room, and the cunt looked like I’d just handed him a night with Beyoncé. ‘Are you sure? Tonight?’ he said.

‘Erm … yeah. To be honest, I’m worried about the pain,’ I admitted.

He nodded. ‘If it’s too sore, I’ll stop. I’ll be gentle, baby.’

I looked at the man I wanted desperately to keep and make happy, and thought,What’s an arsehole between two lovers, really?

‘Fine, I’m just going to nip to the loo first. I suddenly feel worried!’ I laughed, swinging my legs out of the bed and tossing my dressing gown around my shoulders.

As I entered the living room, I saw Ashley still engrossed in the TV.

‘Pssst, Ash!’ I whispered.

She perched up and turned around, looking sluggish.

‘What? I’m trying to sleep, Zara!’

‘Come here!’ I went to the bathroom, holding the door open for her to join me.

She eventually stumbled in, and I shut the door behind us.

‘What’s up?’

‘I tried the dirty chat with Cameron, tried to get him to loosen up a bit, then basically begged him to tell me his secret fantasy, and now he wants to shag my arse!’ I exclaimed all in one breath.

Ashley shrugged. ‘You did poke the bear, Zara.’

‘Well, I don’t want the bear poking my bowel, and I’ve agreed to it! What will I do?’

Ashley was laughing, and I stuck my hand over her mouth, not wanting Cameron to know how childish I was being.

‘Shh! Stop, he’ll hear you!’

Ashley grunted, then took a deep breath. ‘If you don’t want to, don’t do it. No big deal. But honestly, it’s quite good when you get into it. I think you’d enjoy it!’

I rolled my eyes. ‘I have the worst piles in the world. I could haemorrhage! My friend who works in A&E said one night a couple came in stuck together. Imagine if we got stuck, I’d know half the doctors in the waiting room,’ I cried.

She began giggling. ‘Stop being so dramatic. It’s no big deal. He’s the nicest guy in the world. He’ll understand if you shit out of it.’

‘Aw, great choice of words, Ash,’ I said sarcastically, flapping my hands in panic.

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