Cracks in the dam

Jemma had dressed down in a bikini and shrug. If she was going to be at a resort for her honeymoon, she might as well make the most of it! Rick wasn't going to complain, either. He loved the view that Jemma was giving him. His eyes roamed across her body as she walked up to him. She would be the perfect trophy wife for him. He felt bad for his employee, but he was going to make Jemma his. By the end of the honeymoon, she'd be going home with a different husband.

The resort itself was fittingly gorgeous. Rick, ever the gentleman, let Jemma hold on to his arm as they walked. Her breasts lightly brushed against him every so often, making his patient strategy all that more difficult to pull off. As they walked through the hotel's beach, a photographer ran up to them. "Excuse me, but would the lovely couple like a photo? It's complementary with the hotel!"

Jemma was about to speak up when Rick spoke for her, "my wife and I would love one!" He gave her a small slap on the ass, earning a yelp from her. It was all happening so fast... As the man took the picture, she felt a hand turn her to face him as his lips met hers. She wanted to push away, but didn't want to make a scene. Even worse, he smelled so manly, like whiskey and fancy cigars. It was like kissing an older man from one of her romance novels... After the photo, Rick broke away with Jemma giving an almost unexcited sigh.

The photographer handed Rick the photo and left. Jemma blushed a bright red at the picture, covering her eyes. The picture was of the two of them kissing, her with her eyes closed as she leaned into it, and him with his hands on her ass. It was fine, right? Just something innocent and quick for a photo, right? Mike would find it hilarious...

"You look absolutely stunning in this photo, Jemma darling," Rick cooed as he slipped his arm around her waist.

"Why did you tell him we were married?" She asked, slowly coming to grips with what just happened.

"I figured it would be better then 'I'm her husband boss and we're exploring while he naps.'" Rick replied with his answer at the ready.

"Oh, yea, that makes sense." She let out a small sigh of relief, momentarily forgetting about the kiss.

"How about we go shopping? I'm sure there are plenty of nice places at the resort," he asked, extending his hand to her.

"But I don't have the money for that..." Jemma grit her teeth. She knew that she wanted to go, but they'd barely covered the costs of coming here in the first place.

"Nonsense! A husband should buy his lovely wife plenty of nice things, shouldn't he?" Rick winked as Jemma finally took his hand.

"You know what? You're right." If he wanted to spend money on her, then she wasn't going to stop him.