What Happens in Vegas: Doesn't stay in Vegas

Chapter 23

A short domesticated Chapter after the last.

Enjoy....

Carinas POV

I wanted to go another round with my wife, but I can see how tired she is. Her stamina needs some improvement. I need to practice with her more, which I will not mind at all. I kiss her soft cheek and wrap my body around her, almost like I'm protecting her from the world.

I dream of Maya. She's a sultry seductress in my button down shirt thats only buttoned half way up. She's wearing those sexy shoes she wears fro work. Maya's hair is flowing down her back. She's on the pool table posing like the pin up model she is. She bites her finger then beckons me closer. 

I wake up to my alarm and quickly turn it off. I showered last night and had a little exercise, so I can relax a before I get up. Last night was amazing. Maya was amazing. I don't know if strip pool was her plan or mine but I will never think of pool the same way again. One thing for certain the shy, innocent girl is gone, and the sexy goddess has replaced her. And she is MINE. 

I look at her beautiful sleeping face, her legs are tangled with my own, otherwise she looks very  peaceful. I untangle my legs and I'm able to easily get out of bed. I dress and head downstairs to the kitchen. 

Maya cooked for me last night, so I devise a plan. "Good morning Ma'am. What can I make for you this morning?" I'm greeted by my chef Miss Hughes. 

"Actually, I want to make breakfast for Maya. What is the simplest dish I can make?"

Miss Hughes has a concerned look on her face. "Miss Maya like cereal."

I give her a cold stare. "Insufficient."

She wrings her hands nervously. "How about pancakes? They're not too complicated."

I nod. "Pancakes it is." Miss Hughes hands me a glass bowl and a wire contraption. She weighs out flour and sugar then gives it to me to add to the bowl. She continues the process with all of the ingredients. Eventually a thick batter with a few lumps is before me.

Miss Hughes pours the batter into perfect circles. She shows me how to flip the first one and leaves me to try the next. While hers stayed a perfect circle, mine scrunches up and the batter goes everywhere. 

She uses a flat thing to clean it off and pours another perfect circle. This time I'm successful. "That looks good. What would you like to top them with?" 

I have no idea. "What are my choices?" 

She begins listening on her fingers. "Syrup and butter. Some people like peanut butter and bananas. There's fresh fruit, whipped cream. There are many more options but they start getting more to the savoury side and Miss Maya like things more on the sweet side.

That she does. "Fresh fruit and cream." I decide.

Miss Hughes shows me how to cut the strawberries. She whirls some more fruit in a blender. She adds things to it then pours it through another contraption with little holes.

"To remove the seeds." She tells me when I ask her what it's for. She pours the thick soupy fruit mix over the pancakes then tops it with the strawberries and a few blueberries and raspberries. She then adds a spoonful of whipped cream. 

"I need a bed try and a glass." She covers the food with a metal cloche. I pull the orange juice from the refrigerator. 

"Will you be eating Ma'am?"

Mmmm I didn't think of that. "Yes. I'll have the same." Miss Hughes makes two more pancakes and loads another plate before covering it and placing it on the tray. She pours my coffee and I'm ready to go."

I set the tray down on my nightstand. "Maya, wake up. Come on, Bambina." I rub her legs and arms. She doesn't even stir. I kiss her lips with full force. She hums. I kiss her again and force my tongue in her mouth as I put some of my body weight on her. She hums again with a smile on her lips but is still asleep. "Maya, we're going to miss our flight!"

Her eyes open in a panic, but she can't move since I'm on top of her. "Carina, I'm sorry. But it's all your fault for wearing me out so much." I can't help but laugh. "What's so funny? I can't move with you on me like this."

"You don't need to move. I made you breakfast." Her innocent face returns. "Oh you did? Cereal doesn't really count as making breakfast."

I glare at her. "Oh really... I had help from Miss Hughes but I really did make breakfast fro you."

She wraps her arms around my neck. "You're the best wife. Thank you babe." I bring the tray in front of her as she sits up. She goes for the orange juice before I can remove the cloches. "It looks so pretty and delicious." I sit beside her and we share breakfast in bed.