“Thank you,” Asher and I say at the same time.
The waiter leaves and returns in seconds with a bottle of red and white wine that he pours for each of us. He leaves us again, and I open my mouth to say something when a basket of bread suddenly appears at our table.
Asher smiles at me and moves to hold my hand, but then he grabs for the bread instead. I laugh at his antics and then grab a piece of bread for myself.
“Oh God. This is the best damn thing I think I’ve ever tasted. Sorry, sweetheart, but this bread tastes better than you,” Asher says.
I laugh again and take a bite of the bread, and I immediately fall in love. “I think I’ve just fallen in love with a piece of bread,” I say with a mouthful of bread.
Asher laughs but shovels in more bread. I do the same.
The waiter comes back a few minutes later with two giant plates of all sorts of different foods. My eyes grow wide as I look at all the food we’re expected to eat.
“Bon appétit!” the waiter says before leaving us to eat our enormous meal.
We dig into the food. Neither of us speaks. We just eat. And eat and eat.
But, eventually, my stomach starts to grow full, and my hunger turns back to other needs. Asher is still shoveling in food, but I know he can’t keep eating for much longer. He must be close to as full as I am at this point.
And I don’t want him thinking that we are ready to go exploring just yet. I need to explore more of him before I spend any time exploring the town. I need a lot more of him. Like at least the rest of today, tonight, and part of tomorrow before I’m satiated enough to be able to focus on exploring the rest of the town. I just need to figure out how to get him on board with my plan.
We are seated outside on the patio of the restaurant. There are a couple of other couples here, but none seem to be paying us any attention. I know Paris is considered the place to go for love, but it looks to me like Venice might give Paris a run for its money.
I don’t think anyone is going to be able to see me or even care if they do realize what I am doing. So, I take a chance. I slide as close as I can to Asher and slide my hand under the napkin in his lap. He doesn’t look up from his plate. He just keeps shoveling in food until I slip my hand into the waistband of his pants. I find his cock, and within seconds, it starts to grow hard within my grasp as I massage him.
He cocks his head to one side and looks at me with a grin on his face. “Is that the way you are going to try and gain control back?”
I smile. “Is it working?”
He sucks in a sharp breath when I tighten my grip on his throbbing cock again.
“It depends on what you think a win is for you.”
“Getting you to spend the rest of the day fucking me in our hotel room is a win. So, have I won yet? Or do I need to work harder?” I say, winking.
Asher adjusts his chair, forcing me to let him go. I frown as I watch him reach into his pocket and pull out some money. He waves our waiter down and hands him money, asking if it’s enough. When the waiter nods, Asher grabs my hand, pulling me from my chair.
I grin as he does. I won. I knew I would. No man can resist, not once they are turned on, no matter how much they want to win.
We exit the restaurant and start walking the couple of blocks back to our hotel room when Asher pulls me abruptly into an alleyway. He pushes me up against the brick wall and kisses me harder than he ever has before. I can’t breathe while he kisses me. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time.
“What are you doing?” I ask when I can breathe again.
“I’m winning by fucking you here instead of in the hotel room.”
I grin. “I don’t care as long as you fuck me.”
Our plane lands back in Hawaii, and our fake honeymoon ends. Although we are back in paradise, we are back in the real world. Back to work where we can’t just have sex every day and pretend like the real world doesn’t exist. We have to get back to work, and I have to continue on with…
I don’t even want to think about it.
All I want to think about is all the sex. Sex in our hotel room. Sex in the alleyway. Sex in the restroom of every restaurant we ate at. Sex on the balcony. We had more sex than I think I’ve ever had in a week’s time.
And, even though we were in Italy and Asher planned on having us travel across Europe, I guess that is going to have to wait for another time, I think, smiling.
Because I wouldn’t change our honeymoon for anything. I wouldn’t have given up the sex for seeing all of Europe. Ever. Because sex with Asher is better than anything I ever imagined. I’ve never felt so in touch with my body. I’ve never ached to feel someone else’s touch so much that I’m in a constant state of pain because I can’t have him.
“So, what happens now?” Asher asks as we climb into a taxicab.