“I couldn’t stay away.” My hand rested high on her thigh. It had been almost a week since I’d spent the night with her, and it was all I could do not to lay her chair back and rip her clothes off. “I need you, Net.”
Her breath caught. “I missed you. Where are we going?” She buckled up.
“Another surprise.”
I drove us to the hotel I’d visited earlier, grabbed my bag from the back, and let us in the side door using the keycard I’d picked up from the desk clerk earlier.
“What are we doing here?” Annetta asked as I led her to the elevator.
“Going to our room.”
“Our room?” Her eyebrows rose. “Do you have a permanent room here?”
Wondering what she was asking, I stared at her.
“That you bring all your girls to?”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. She was jealous and gorgeous and my god, I wanted to fuck her right there in the elevator.
“What?” she asked. “It’s a valid question.”
“No… it’s not,” I said, taking a deep breath to get my laughter under control. “You must think I have way more time on my hands than I actually do. Trust me, Net, if I had the time, I would have a permanent hotel room, but you’d be tied up in there waiting for me.”
Her eyes widened.
I pulled her into me, capturing those beautiful, full lips while my hands slid down to grab her ass. The elevator doors dinged open and she pulled away. Keeping hold of her hand, I found our room and let us in.
Although small and conservative compared to the suites in my father’s casino, the room was also clean and bright. A king bed filled the wall to the right with a small kitchenette and bathroom to the left. The best part about it, however, was the oversized jetted tub positioned in front of the giant windows.
“This is nice,” Annetta said, drifting away from me to look around, her gaze landing on the bottle of champagne, chocolates, and flowers on the bar. Beaming a smile at me, she asked, “What’s all this?”
“An apology for staying away so long.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Dom.” She picked up the bottle of champagne and examined it. “I know you’re busy.”
She was so goddamn perfect. I closed the distance between us, wrapped her in my arms, and started nibbling on her neck.
Giggling, she pushed me away. “Shower first. I smell like the restaurant.”
I undid the top button of her blouse. “No shower, bathtub.” I led her to it and turned on the water.
Her gaze drifted from me to the tub. “But I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”
“Think I’d let you wear one?”
I unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and slid it from her shoulders. Her lacy pink bra was the next thing to go. It fell to the floor, exposing her perfect breasts, nipples already dark, erect, and begging for me to suck on them.
“How’s that water coming?” she asked, sounding adorably nervous.
Glancing over my shoulder to check on the tub, I said, “Like we need to get you naked.”
With one swift motion, I tugged her elastic wasted chef pants down to her ankles. Her panties matched her bra. I pulled her to me and turned her away, so her ass was pressed against my now hard dick. Kissing her bare shoulders, one of my hands played with her breasts while the other dipped down over her stomach to rub the silky lace of her panties against her clit.
She was already wet. I spent some time enjoying the feel of her wet panties before pushing them aside and dipping two fingers into her pussy. She moaned and adjusted her hips, giving me better access. My fingers played inside her as I memorized her body’s reactions, paying close attention to what made her moan the loudest. I loved pleasing her like this, and before too long, I focused on her g-spot, and really went to town. Annetta’s breathing grew shallow and labored as I plunged my fingers into her harder and faster until she released around me.
When she was done, I helped her into the tub, undressed, and climbed in beside her, standing. Her gaze lingered on my dick.
“See something you like?” I asked.
