Page 105 of Marley
“Don’t change the subject. What’s going on with the book.” She slides her hands up my T-shirt now and rakes her nails over my nipples.
“Ouch.” I whine.
“Book, Rock Star. Talk to me.”
“Ow.” I almost screech as she does it again.
“All right, all right. Yeah, it’s ... I don’t know. Some of it’s too personal and needs to be taken out, but I wanted it all in there to start with so I was clear in my head what should or shouldn’t stay.”
She looks at me with a frown.
“If you know what I mean?”
“Not really,” she replies honestly.
“Nah, me neither.” I admit. “I’ll just read it till I’m done, take out what I think should be taken out, and then let you have a look.”
“Why don’tyouread it, then let me andI’lltell you whatIthink needs to come out. Wouldn’t that be a more objective way of doing it?”
“Maybe.”
“When will you be done?”
“By tonight if I spend today on it.”
“You not rehearsing?”
“Nah. Tomorrow and the rest of the week, but today I’m free.”
“Wanna start it with a bang, Rock Star?”
My dick gets harder when she calls me this, and as ever, my heart and insides do strange things. “That sounds like a plan.”
“I need to go have a quick wash first. I didn’t shower last night.”
“No ya don’t. Apart from the fact that you’re wearing too many clothes, you’re perfect as you are.” I tell her, whilst trying to lift her T-shirt over her head.
“I don’t feel fresh,” she complains.
“You feel fucking fine to me, baby.” I tell her while sucking on a mouthful of tit. “How many times do I have to tell ya, I like your fanny smelling like a fanny, not like gooseberry and dandelion, or whatever other shit you shower with.”
“Patchouli and saffron,” she says on a groan as I rub my thumb over her clit.
“Whatever. None of it smells as good as Ash fanny eu natural. If only we could bottle that, I’d be wearing it on my fingers, tongue, and around my neck all fucking day.”
I slide her down my body, lift her by her hips and slip inside her.
“Fucking perfect,” I tell her.
“Make me come, Rock Star.”
“It’ll be my pleasure, baby. My absolute fucking pleasure.”
Being the dutiful husband that I am, I make my wife come more than once, and then we shower together and I make her come again.
We enjoy a lazy Sunday, reading the papers, answering emails, and I spend a bit of time on a conference call with my sister and brother, discussing the upcoming Triple M charity concert.
G has liaised with Josh from Dig It Promotions, who would be running the event for us. All of the staff were now hired. Cam gave us as many of his staff as we needed, free of charge, but we always needed more.
