She grins up at me then slides from the bed. I watch as she walks naked around our room, her skin smooth and taut. She is fucking perfect. Dropping down to her knees, she unzips her suitcase, and I pull myself up the bed to watch her, grabbing a pillow and covering my semi.
She opens the door, and a hand reaches in to snatch the shoes. “Thank you. Filthy whore.”
She slams the door and spins, leaning back against it with her eyes gently closed.
I love that she doesn’t hide from me.
“I need to shower. Do I have time?” she asks.
“No. But I need a shower too, and guess what?”
She cocks her head to the side. “We are having a shower?”
“Come here.”
“Nuh-huh.” She holds up a finger as I rise to my knees. “We are showering, but separate.”
“That’s stupid,” I protest, dropping the pillow.
“Is it? We know what will happen if we shower together.” She eyes my growing length. “We will never make it to dinner.”
“Well…” I launch the pillow at her. “Put some damn clothes on then.” I stand, my erection only getting harder the more wound up I get.
“Walking around naked expecting me not to want it,” I mutter under my breath as I stalk into the bathroom.
Leaning into the shower, I turn on the spray and wait for it to warm up. She follows in behind me, sliding past and into the heat.
“You’re such a child when you don’t get your way, you know that?”
I step into her, taking her chin between my thumb and finger. “I always get my way.” My free hand finds the back of her knee, and I lift it, wrapping it around my waist and sliding home in one deep thrust. “Always,” I whisper against her lips.
She may have told me no, but the look in her eye tells me she knows.
She will marry me.
Even if I have to drag her down the aisle myself.
“Better late than never!” Elliot shouts as we walk across the decking hand in hand.
We cross the small path to the outside seating area. It’s spread out on the patio, and the area is littered with lights that Scarlet insisted would set the mood.
Pulling out a chair, I nod for Nina to sit. “So polite, Mr Lowell. Shame you didn’t remember your manners a half hour ago.” She smirks and my cock twitches. That’s the fourth time today. It’s either the heat or there is something wrong with me.
I lean down and whisper into her ear. “Careful, Pix. You know what that smile gets you.”
“It will fall off if you’re not careful, Lowell,” Lance shouts, making everyone laugh.
Silly prick isn’t wrong; I’ve been hard on her today.
We settle in and devour our meal. The food is exquisite and I make a mental note to see Hank later this evening. He’s been with us since me and Scar were small, and I haven’t seen him since last year.
After our food, the girls start working their way through Lance’s famous cocktails. They are all light on their feet and giggling loud before long, and I watch them—Nina specifically—as she looks at something on Megan’s phone.
They have congregated around her and have their heads smashed together as they laugh at something on the screen.
“Give it back.” Nina laughs, leaning in to take the phone.
Lucy grabs it. “Holy shit, Nina.”
