The man is gorgeous, and I notice how his eyes move up and down, clearly checking me out in a way that makes my cock weep, even in its injured state.
“Hi,” he says with a smile.
“Hey,” I reply, almost completely speechless.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
“Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?”
“Because you look like your eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.”
“I guess I’m just hypnotized by how hot you look right now,” I tell him.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he replies, and I notice him wet his lower lip with his tongue.
“Shall we go?” I ask.
“Lead the way, sir.”
Sir? The way that word rolls off his tongue sounds sexy-as-fuck, and it also puts a dirty image in my mind with another position I’d like to see him screw me. He closes the room to our suite, and inches toward me.
“So, am I allowed to kiss you now, or do I have to—?”
Taking him completely off guard, I lean forward, wrap my hands around his neck and pull his head in for a surprise kiss.I slide my tongue between his lips, and when it meets his, my entire body collapses and I allow myself to be taken. I kiss him for a lot longer than I anticipated, but how can I resist him when he’s all sexed up and smells so incredibly delicious. When our mouths finally part, I grab hold of his hand and lead the way. While I was getting ready, and thanks to the reception staff, I managed to familiarize myself with the resort a little and learned the route from our room to Bali Cliff Suite. It’s only a short walk, and when we arrive, we’re greeted by one of the resort staff who has a dishcloth hung over her hand and wearing whiter gloves. She stretches her hand out, showing us the way to the clifftop balcony where there is a table with two chairs and a bottle of champagne with two glasses. I let go of Liam’s hand, then as he moves to his seat, I race around him so that I can slide out his chair, and gesture for him to sit down.
“Thank you, kind sir,” he says as I slide his chair in.
I move around to the other side of the table and take my own seat, and the waitress pours us each a drink. I thank her, then she turns and leaves. We each pick up our glass and hold it out in front of us.
“Here’s to … a beautiful holiday guest,” Liam says and I instantly blush.
“Here’s to … making memories,” I tell him.
We clink our glasses together and then take a sip of the champagne. It’s delicious as it oozes down my throat. As I place the glass back on the table, I look up at Liam who also takes another sip.
“So, do you have any brothers or sisters?” I ask.
“You already know the answer to that question,” he replies.
“We’re on a date, remember? I have to act as if I don’t know anything about you.”
“Oh, yes of course, how silly of me. I have a younger brother, Dean. And what about you?” he asks, picking up his glass again, and he brings it to his lips for another sip.
“I have two stepsiblings, Elvis and Isabella.”
“Are you close?”
“Very close,” I tell him. “I guess the other question I should ask is how old you are.”
“Is that going to be a dealbreaker for you?” he inquires.
“No, I’m just curious.”
“I’m forty-five.”
I take another sip of my champagne.
“And what about you?” he questions.
