Page 86 of Paradise & Vodka
"Exactly."
We shook. "All right. I'm good with that."
Ashleigh hugged him goodbye. We walked away, and she asked, "Why do you owe them all money?"
"Because of you."
"Me?" she gasped and held her hand to her chest. "Why me?"
"Before we left for Fiji, they bet me that I'd fall in love with you in paradise."
"Really?"
"I thought they were out of their minds and took the bet."
"But if you owe them, that means you lost."
I wrapped my arm across her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. "No, baby. It means I won the best prize I could ever want."
We lay in my bed, Ashleigh's head on my chest. I never wanted her to leave my arms again and I was going to do everything in my power to keep her as mine.
"You got a new tattoo." She raised her head abruptly as her finger traced over the palm tree, ball lanterns, and moon over the South Pacific on my chest.
"This old thing?" I teased.
"Is it Fiji?"
I looked down at her finger that was still running across my skin. "Yeah."
"Why would you get one to remember we were kidnapped?"
I stared into her chocolate eyes. "You know that trip was so much more than the bad."
"Yeah." She blew out a breath.
I rose, causing us both to sit up in the center of the king-sized bed, and cupped her cheek. "Plus, it was the trip that gave me the chance to fall in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. My tattoo is a copy of the moment it happened."
Ashleigh's cheeks turned pink. "You love me?"
"Yes," I simply replied.
She grinned. "I love you too."
I woke to an empty bed.
Sitting up, I looked around for some proof that it wasn't a dream that Ashleigh had come over after the baby shower and we’d fucked all night. Her bra was lying on the floor next to the bed, and I grinned.
It wasn't a dream.
I heard a sound coming from downstairs, and after slipping on my boxers, I went down to see what was happening. Ashleigh stood in front of my coffeemaker, wearing one of my t-shirts, the bottom of her ass cheeks peeking out below the hem. She was stunning, and I honestly would be okay with coming downstairs each morning to find her exactly that way.
Coming up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist. "I thought we agreed I was having your pussy for breakfast?"
She turned in my arms and draped hers around my shoulders. "I was coming back with coffee."
"Coffee can wait. I can't." Sliding my hand between us, I lifted the hem of the t-shirt and slipped my hand to her pussy. "No underwear. I approve."
"I—" Ashleigh moaned as my fingers ran through her slit. I silenced her with my mouth, kissing and devouring her lips as I sank two fingers into her. I really could get used to waking up each morning and making her come either by my fingers, my mouth, or my dick. I didn't care what anyone said. Pussy was better than coffee.
