A soft moan came from Lynx, granting my tongue entrance to her mouth.
“God, I never stop wanting you. It’s never enough,” I mumbled, our lips and tongues in a full mash-up. Sliding her dress off her shoulder, I traced her clavicle with my mouth. While bent at the knees, I explored her soft skin, ending with sucking on her breast. Careful with her dress, I pushed it lower, latching onto her nipple, sucking and nipping, laving and revering, before covering her up once again.
Not giving a good goddamn, I hit the floor in my tuxedo pants, barely feeling my knees on the balcony as I hoisted her dress, shoved her panties to the side, and worshipped Lynx with my tongue.
I looked up and caught a glimpse of the gorgeous woman in front of me, her head tilted back, her hair still perfect as I devoured her. I took my time with her most sensitive spots, not feeling hurried at all.
“Michael, Michael,” filled the air around us.
I didn’t slow or stop until my name was replaced with short pants against the darkening sky.
After putting her panties back in place and smoothing her dress, I stood and brushed off my knees, taking my time licking my own lips clean.
“That was—”
“Perfect,” I said. “Fucking perfect. So fucking perfect. Now, let’s go check on my hotel.”
She ran her hand over her hair. “What about you?”
“Oh, babe, that was for me. All me. Don’t you worry.”
“If you say so.”
“I know so.” Winking, I grabbed her hand, the smell of her satisfaction a fervent perfume clinging to her skin.
This way, there would be no confusion who’d made her happy tonight.
“One sec,” Lynx said, stopping me. “I have to fix my lipstick.” She held a small tube of fuck-me red to her lips in the hall mirror and carefully applied the color for the second time of the evening—and we hadn’t even gone anywhere yet.
I led Lynx to the elevator. She trailed behind me, holding my hand in one of hers, her purse in the other. Secretly, I was glad she was behind me. I was sure if I looked at her ass in that dress for one second more, we’d miss the party altogether.
“I’m proud of you, Michael,” Lynx said while tucked against my side in the elevator.
Tugging her closer, I just nodded.
“I am. This is a big deal.”
“I wanted to do it for you, for when you came back.”
Her red lips grazed my chin, and I hoped they left a stain of color. This way, everyone would know I was hers.
Still hand in hand, we walked to the car.
“All I thought about was giving you a good life when you disappeared. Asher and I came up with this, and it felt right. I want to make you even prouder.”
MY PEOPLEand I had been working on the party for weeks. As Lynx and I pulled up in front of the hotel, a big spotlight roamed the sky, and white twinkly lights decorated the entrance.
Bobby, the valet greeted us. “Mr. Wind. Ms. Lynx.”
“It’s Big Mike and Lynx to you, Bobby. We’re not that way here. Save the professionalism for the guests.” I tossed him the keys and escorted Lynx inside.
The hallway was draped in white and silver fabric, candles marking our way to the back of the first floor. With the glass doors wide open, you could see clear out to the ocean. Hammocks hung over the grass and sand, with a large patio filled with tables and several bars in the center.
“Stunning,” Lynx said softly. “The party staff outdid themselves.”
I nodded with satisfaction. “They did.”
“We did it, man.”
