I brave a step forward and spin in a slow circle for a 360-degree view.
“Heaven, wait!” Latoya yells. I stop what I’m doing.
“What?”
“Sit on that couch.” I did, thinking she wanted a sensory review. “Is it comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Sit there for a second and tell us about the dick.” She leans in to listen.
“Latoya!” Keri laughs, “She’s only been there for like two hours. I doubt she’s had time to…”
“Okay, fine,” I relent because I do want to talk about it. “I surprised him at his office, and we christened one of his guest chairs.” I am unable to hide the smile on my face.
“Heaven! You’re getting as bad as Latoya!”
“And you’re welcome.” Latoya looks like a proud momma.
“His employees knew too. I could tell by the way they looked at us.” I shake my head at the memory. “Part of me thought I’d romanticized the sex we had in Hawaii in my head since I’d haven’t had any in a long while. But, the things he did to me in those twenty minutes…”
I started from the beginning, telling them everything from Allie being a bitch and ending where he kissed my toes off before putting me in the town car.
“Oh, wow,” Keri says. “I know I helped put you on that plane for that purpose, but, damn.”
“He’s gonna tear your ass up when he gets off work—watch,” Latoya says matter-of-factly.
My body tingles with anticipation. “Yup. He hinted at it.”
“How long are you going to be there?” Keri wanted to know.
I sigh and look up at the beautiful, vaulted ceiling. “I have no clue. It depends on what he wants to talk about.”
The uncertainty makes me nervous. He’d called me his ‘girlfriend’ today, publicly. He was either extremely confident or playing up our relationship for a reason. I don’t want to make any decisions before I know what he wants.
I jump up from my spot and change the view back to the house. I walk to the balcony and show them the view of the hills and ocean a short distance away. We tour the modern kitchen with its stainless appliances, marble floors, granite island with a glass bar jutting out over stools. We find an office, twelve total bathrooms, a guest house with its own kitchen, an infinity pool resting in a dope-ass backyard, that houses an enclosed eating area, and an outdoor kitchen. Plenty of room for a mean-ass pool party. We gasp when we enter one of the master bedrooms from the balcony. It’s huge, a bunch of white with blue accents decorate the room. A huge California king bed stands in the center of two separate seating areas. The entire room just may be the size of my apartment. I walk into the white and gray, marble bathroom. I spin like I’m a ballerina.
This is Axel’s room. I can tell because the master closet is a wet dream. I could live in his closet. I smell him as I walk through rows of clothes and shoes. His jewelry sits on the closet island. I get an idea, but I wait until the call is over. I show them everything I can find, and by the end of the tour, we’re all tired. That took an hour.
I take my luggage and rush back to the master’s suite; he did want me in his bed after all. I pile my hair atop my head and pull on a shower cap. I’m not interested in washing my hair right now. I step into the marble shower, and after tinkering around with it, I learned how to turn it on without activating the rain shower. I shower with Axel’s soap; the heat wafts his scent around me and magnifies it. I manage to get myself clean and hot. The water jets hitting me from all angles had me hornier when I left the shower than when I’d started.
If he was here, I’d straddle him and kiss him until he’s hard. Then I’d have him take me hard and fast. The thought makes me ache. I look through his drawers until I find something of his to wear. An old gray Dodgers V-neck tee shirt. I slip it on, moaning as the soft cotton caresses my nipples. I climb in his bed wet from all the reminders of him.
On my back, I run my palms over my breasts—rubbing my nipples through the shirt. I feel myself dampen. I’m amazed how he can turn me on with a thought. I pull the shirt taut. My nipples press against it, making themselves visible. I take a picture and review it. My boobs are trying to spill out of the V, showing ample cleavage, and the hardness of my nipples is obvious. I send it to Axel.
Me: I borrowed a shirt. I hope you don’t mind.
I settle deeper in his bed, loving how his sheets caress me. This is easily the most comfortable bed ever. My stomach flutters when my phone chimes.
Axel: I mind that it looks that fucking good on you. Dammit, Heaven, I was in the zone. You just shot my concentration to hell.
Axel: I will get you back for this picture.
His threat makes me hotter. I kick the covers back. I bend my knees by planting my feet flat on the bed. I spread my legs until my sex is bare; I cup it with my hand. He can’t see it, but it’s highly suggestive. I take another picture.
Me: What will this picture get me?
My phone rings almost instantly.
