Stay {BWWM} C.Evans

Chapter 20

Author's Note: Rated NC17 for sexual content & language.

"Hey, hey," Chris chimed as he slid into the booth next to Simone. It was a restaurant on the main island they had wanted to try since the moment Simone had gotten her hands on the information packet in the bungalow.

"Baby," Simone smiled, pulling him down into the seat by his belt loop on his jeans and kissing his cheek. "How was the gym?"

"Good. I'm exhausted, but I think once I get some food in me I'll perk up." He said, and couldn't help but glance over the specialty drink and wine menu as he wrapped an arm around Simone, pulling her body close to his in the booth.

"I ordered you a mimosa."

"You really are perfect for me." He chuckled. "Is that a mojito?"

"Yes," He made a come hither motion with his fingers towards the drink and Simone passed it over. Chris took a long sip and nodded. "Good, right?"

"Very good." He pushed up his sunglasses briefly to scratch the bridge of his nose, but Simone stopped him from putting them back on his face, folding them and placing them on their table. She kissed his nose delicately and Chris closed his eyes with a smile. "Hi baby," He sighed in content. "Being away from you for two hours was horrible. I'm sorry I have to do this on our honeymoon."

"It's work, baby. I get it." She nodded, brushing her thumb over his cheek bone. "I love you."

"I love you too." Simone's slid her hand under his shirt, feeling the creases of his freshly pumped abdominal muscles and the thin line of hair on his stomach connected to his happy trail. "You know what didn't help? You getting on your knees right as I was trying to leave." He teased her, nibbling on her shoulder.

"I love you in your gym gear, and it had been a while since I had your cock in my mouth."

"Bad girl, we're in public." A mimosa was placed in front of Chris and his attention fell to it, drinking it eagerly. "I couldn't stop thinking about this the entire time I was working out. This is what people talk about huh? The honeymoon phase; it literally physically hurts me to be away from you."

"Aw, babe." Simone cooed, peppering kisses along his jawline and cheek. "I'm your wife, this is so crazy to me. I didn't think that if I helped out some dumbass on the floor of the gym I would become his wife."

"Oh, ouch – really?" He laughed, shaking his head. "Well, every time my shoulder hurts after a workout I think of you."

"Shut up." She chuckled, taking a sip of his mimosa. "You've gotten a bit tan,"

"That I have," He nodded. "So have you, though the tips of your ears are a little sunburned,"

"Ugh, I know. That always happens." Simone scanned the other restaurant patrons, and they landed on a couple practically on top of each other in another booth overlooking the oceans, similar to the one she and Chris were in. "Jesus Christ," She muttered.

"What?" Chris turned and glanced at the couple. "Oh wow. His hand is up her dress."

"Do you think that's what we look like to single people?"

He let out a short laugh. "I genuinely hope there aren't any single people here right now," He admitted, then turned away. "Are they still humping each other?"

"Yeah."

"Ah, to be young and in love."

"So what are we?"

"Eh," He said, rocking his hand back and forth.

"Speak for yourself, old man."

"Aw, baby. You're beautiful and you look like you're twenty-three, I hit the jackpot."