Page 62 of Born To Be Bad

“We haven’t had a proper spanking session yet,” she says.

“We haven’t done one percent of the things I want to do to you yet,” I reply.

“Imagine we could live here. Imagine neither of us had to work, and we just spent all day every day fucking each other in new ways.”

“My god, Ivy. You know how to make a man crazy. How can I ever go back to the office after you’ve said that?”

“We could live in a hut. Zero responsibilities except for catching the occasional fish for dinner.”

“Okay, I’m not so keen on the hut idea.”

She laughs. “Fine. A mansion on the beach. But a small one.”

“A small mansion,” I deadpan. “That’s doable.”

“We could learn how to sail. We could plunder fancy yachts. We could become pirates.”

“You read too many books.”

“Ha. No such thing.”

“You’d make a hot pirate, though,” I say. “Eye patch?”

“Of course. And a peg leg.”

I cackle. “Hot.”

“I know, right?” she grins. “But I must warn you, my beard will smell like anchovies.”

“You can’t scare me,” I reply. “Your beard already smells like anchovies.”

She gives a belly laugh at that one and shoves me. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m not the one fantasizing about peg-legged Barnacle Bill.”

“Fair. Peg-legged Barnacle Betty?”

“No, thank you.”

“One-eyed Suzie Scurvy?”

“I think the champagne has gone to your head. Have you been adequately hydrating?”

“That’s exactly what Brumilde said! I swear you guys are related.”

“We are. Just not by blood.”

“I love her,” Ivy says. “And Alex. And the rest of your crazy family, too.”

“Now you’re going too far. You’re hallucinating.”

“Excellent orgasms will do that to you.”

“This is true. Ready for lunch?”

She bites her lip. “Depends what’s for lunch,” she replies, reaching for my cock.

CHAPTER 36

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