My arms tighten around her and she crawls over me, plastering herself to my sticky body like a lizard climbing a brick wall.
“How did the rest of your meeting go?” she asks huskily, sleep beginning to weigh down her voice.
“I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.” I stroke a hand down the slope of her back to lightly cup her ass. I hesitate. “The men were talking about this children’s charity gala thing in Sin Valley.”
Jules nods before I can even say another word. “Need a date, hubs?” she asks cheekily.
“If you’d do me the honor.”
She clicks her tongue, faking annoyance. “I guess I could pencil it into my busy calendar.”
I laugh. “Please do. It’s an annual event, and this year it’s being hosted by Harry Westbrook and his wife, Nadia.”
“Harry Westbrook? The name sounds familiar. Football, right?”
Relaxing fully, I prop a forearm under my head and nod. “He’s a wide receiver for the Paragons. His wife is a brilliant lawyer, and she also does a lot of work with the seniors in Sin Valley.”
I give Jules a brief rundown of the volunteer work Nadia Westbrook does, including the activities she organizes for the elderly at the Sin Valley community center.
My wife hums with interest. “Harry and Nadia sound like a really cool couple,” she says thoughtfully. “And the gala seems to be for a good cause.”
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath. “And hopefully, I’ll be able to get Paul Price and his band of clowns to stop dragging their feet and finally lock down this damn business deal for my agency. Plus, the event will be crawling with athletes. I might even be able to score a few new potential clients.”
Jules nods dutifully, like she understands how much this opportunity means to me. But I want to make sure to sweeten the deal for her.
“I was thinking we could make a weekend of it. Sin Valley’s a great little town. Lots of things to do. You’d like it.” I give her ass a soft squeeze.
It still bothers me that we didn’t get a honeymoon. I just want a few days away with her, having her all to myself. The opportunity to sleep in late and order breakfast in bed. The chance to make her scream my name as loud as she wants to without having to hold back. All of it excites me. Stick the ‘honeymoon’ label on it if you want to.
My pulse thumps hopefully in my throat when Jules makes an excited little sound. She props herself up, palms flat on the bed to support her weight. “And Cameron would enjoy it, too!” she says, instantly popping my bubble.
“Y-yeah…Cameron, too,” I echo with far less enthusiasm.
Now, I feel guilty. Of course I should want to include my son in this. I know he’d love to go on a little trip with Jules and me. Plus, it would help with the family image that we’re all trying to project.
But then, Jules takes it to a whole other level.
She sits up straight, inadvertently rocking her ass against my hardening erection. “Ooh, maybe we can invite Great-Grandma!”
What?!
I bolt upright so fast my face almost collides with hers. “Your great-grandmother?!” I question. “You want to take your great-grandmother?”
“It’s genius!” she says, her soft palms slapping against my bare chest. “A family trip would definitely get rid of any lingering doubts in her head about the validity of our marriage. At that point, getting my trust fund would be a done deal. Also, those seniors activities you mentioned at the Sin Valley community center would be good for her.” Jules sighs. “Great-Grandma seems…lonely.” I hear the genuine worry embedded in her voice.
For the record, this isnotwhat I had in mind. In fact, Jules’s plan is borderline unreasonable. But I realize immediately that I’d do this very unreasonable thing just because my wife wants to do it.
“Sounds genius to me,” I say, forcing the words through my gritted teeth.
She squeals quietly and bounces with excitement, making me very aware of her hot, sticky pussy lips that are currently fondling my aching cock. She throws her arms around my neck, smushing her tits against my chest in a tight hug and I’m ready to pass out from my arousal.
Grabbing my face, she plants a smooch on my lips. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”
I strongly disagree. None of this is my idea of a honeymoon.
But I keep my opinion to myself.
Because if a cramped roadtrip with my eight-year-old son and her 80-something-year-old great-grandmother is what makes Jules happy, then a cramped roadtrip with my eight-year-old son and her 80-something-year-old great-grandmother is exactly what we’re going to do.
