Page 191 of Just for the Cameras
“Uh-huh.” I continue to run my hand up and down her back. “Are you into some dirty stuff, and I don’t know about it?”
“I mean, I don’t know much, which feels embarrassing to say in front of you, someone who practically held me upside down while pounding into me, but I’m open to things.”
“Hey,” I say softly. “You never have to be embarrassed around me, okay?”
“I know, but I can’t help it at times.” She lifts up and looks me in the eyes. “You know when I was blowing you last night?”
I nearly choke on my saliva, because where did that come from? “Uh, yeah, hard to forget.”
“Was I doing it right? I always worry that I’m not doing enough.”
“Maple, you did plenty, more than enough. In fact, I hate that you mentioned it because just thinking about your mouth on my cock is going to make me hard.”
“Do you not want to be hard while floating on a boat in the ocean?”
“Preferably not.”
“You know, they showed us a bedroom…”
“Don’t even think about it,” I say.
“Really?” she asks, surprised. “I would have for sure thought you would be someone who would take advantage of the opportunity to do something like that.”
“Not with you,” I answer. “Maybe with a random, just to get off, but you’re more sacred, and I’m not about to fuck you and have the staff here on the yacht listen to you moan. That’s for my ears.”
“Oh. That’s…kind of sweet.”
“It’s the goddamn truth. You’re mine. Your moans are mine. This body is mine. Those lips are mine. Everything about you is mine, and I don’tplan on sharing one single bit of you. Not even for a quick fuck out on the ocean.”
“Well.” She leans in and lightly kisses my lips. “Oddly, that might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Will you show me how to paint something one day?” Maple asks as we head back to shore, our yacht currently traveling under the Golden Gate Bridge. It’s massive, a feat of engineering that I don’t think I will ever be able to wrap my head around.
“What do you want to paint?”
“What do you think I want to paint?”
I chuckle. “A flamingo.”
“How did you know?”
“Lucky guess.” I kiss the top of her head. “How about this? We have a naked painting night.”
“If we’re naked, we won’t actually get anything done.”
“Not true. I know a lot of things we can get done.”
“Graydon.”
“What?”
She lifts up to look me in the eyes. “You know if we’re naked, the only thing that will happen is you on top of me.”
“That’s not entirely true. I prefer you on top of me sometimes as well.”
She rolls her eyes and then snuggles back into my chest. “How about we compromise: with every five minutes that tick by as you teach me, I will take off an article of clothing.”
“How many articles of clothing do you plan on wearing? Just a towel? Then I’m in.”
