“Don’t kill him. I need him to be sneaky so I can make stuff happen behind your back.”
“That isn’t reassuring,kroshka.” Heaving a sigh, I slide my arms around her waist. “Why are we here again?”
She rubs her forehead against my throat. “Honeymoon.”
“Lies. We could have vacationed anywhere in the States. You brought us here for a reason.”
And considering we’re missing Inessa’s graduation ceremony for this… I know she’s making mischief.
“Capital city of romance.”
“Bullshit. You forget,kotik, I know how your mind works.”
She sniffs. “I’m offended, Maxipoo.”
I growl at the asinine nickname. “Spill.”
That has her pressing down on my cock and?—
“Fuck.” Cum slips from her pussy, puddling around my dick. “I didn’t mean that.”
Her laughter has me rolling my eyes. “You told me to spill…”
“Brat.”
“Your brat,” she corrects.
“Da, my brat. Now, why Paris?”
“Have you ever heard of Sarah Mulhearne?”
“The chef?”
“Ahh, so you do know of her. I thought you might.”
“Didn’t her restaurant get a second Michelin star this year?”
“It did.” She pulls back to look at me. “Every May, she hosts a cooking school in her Parisian franchise?—”
“Kotik.” I groan, suddenly understanding her intentions.
This fucking obsession she has with me not having any hobbies!
“—and I signed us up for it.”
“It’s our honeymoon! You didn’t have to?—”
She presses her fingers to my mouth. “Hush. It’s our honeymoon and I want to spend it together. That’s my only stipulation.
“If that’s in a kitchen while you learn something that could fulfill a part of your childhood dream, then that’ll make me happy.
“If you only learn how to preparepryanikso that one day in the future, when I’m pregnant and craving it at four AM, we don’t have to disturb the staff, then that’ll make me even happier…
“What matters is that we’re here, together, and that Paris sizzles when it rains…”
I blink. “I don’t deserve you.”
Her smile turns coy, mischievous. That smile, I’ve learned to distrust… She presses it to my mouth, drops a kiss there, then whispers, “I know how you can start.”
