But one thing I always do? Make sure I fuck their brains out.
I may not be husband material, but I make sure to rock their world in the bedroom.
And that’s my mission with Ellie. To help her feel comfortable with her body and her sexuality. To help her get excited about sex so that when this sham marriage of ours ends, she’ll feel confident in her next relationship.
“So what are you two newlyweds doing tonight?” Sam asks me.
“Cooking dinner and watching a movie,” I say, feeling slightly guilty that I’m lying to my teammates, who are also my closest friends. But there’s no way I’m going to tell them what I’m really up to.
When I walk into the kitchen, I smile at what I see. Ellie tosses a treat to the small terrier-chihuahua mutt she’s watching for the next couple of days.
The dog hops up in the air. “Good girl, Tinkerbell.” Ellie tosses her another treat, then looks at me. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I nod at the bottle of pink champagne on the counter. “Celebrating something?”
“Oh, that.” She bites her bottom lip. “That’s for us. To get ready for…later.” She hesitates for a second. “Oh god, is that lame? That I bought us champagne to drink before we fool around?”
I chuckle. “Not lame at all. Whatever you want to do to make yourself comfortable is good with me.”
She nods once and takes a breath. “I think I’d like a glass of pink champagne.”
“Coming right up.”
I set my gear bag down and head to the cabinet on the far side of the kitchen, where I keep my beer glasses and wine glasses.
Tinkerbell trots over to me, and I lean down and give her a pet before grabbing two flutes from the cupboard. I pour us both some champagne and hand Ellie a glass.
“Should we toast?” she asks.
I grin. “Sure. You do the honors.”
Her eyebrows furrow like she’s thinking hard. “To friends helping friends.”
I chuckle. “Love it.”
We tap our glasses together, then I take a long sip.
“I should shower,” I say when I finish my glass.
She hiccups. “Okay. Then when you’re done, we could…um…”
I grin at how cute she is when she’s nervous.
I step forward and cup her cheek in my hand. I hold her gaze. “Hey. I’m nervous too, but it’ll be okay. This is gonna be fun.”
I kiss her cheek and walk off. Twenty minutes later, when I walk back out into the living room, Ellie is on the couch with a sleeping Tinkerbell curled on her lap.
She looks up at me before gently scooting Tinkerbell onto the couch. She stands up, and I grab her hand in mine, then lead her down the hall.
Chapter 28
Camden
“Your bedroom or mine?” I ask.
“Mine, if that’s okay.”
“Of course that’s okay.”
