“Like a baby. The second I stripped out of my clothes and my head got that pillow, I was done for.”
He murmurs, then looks down at his exposed chest before lifting the covers.
“I’m naked,” he says.
“Good observation,” I reply.
“Did we…?” He looks at me with wide eyes.
“As tempting as you were, lying deliciously naked next to me, no, I did not take advantage of you in your vulnerable state. Though I assure you if I had, your cock wouldn’t be the only thing out of action right now.”
I give him a flirtatious smile and wink, and his eyes widen once more.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“Sorry? What on earth are you sorry for?”
“Not being able to please you. It must be hard going this long without sex.”
I frown and glare at him. “I’m not sure whether I should be flattered that you find me so sexually irresistible or insultedat the fact that you think I’m some sex-crazed maniac. I mean, and if I recall correctly, it’smyfault that your dick is currently out of order. In the one who bit down on it, remember? By the way, how is it?”
He pulls the covers down, exposing his groin. I lean in closer to examine it, and I can see that the swelling has gone down, although the bruising is still evident.
“Does it still hurt?” I ask.
“Not as much, it’s more tender now than anything.”
“You know, Doctor Newmandidsuggest that a warm bath is best for aching muscles,” I tell him.
“Mmmhmm, she did. What are you suggesting?”
“That beautiful hot tub outside on the balcony. I can order some room service and we can spend the entire day there naked. Or we could go and swim in the beach, nude. Whatever you want,” I suggest.
“That all sounds perfect. Especially sitting in the hot tub all day naked.”
I reach for the guest phone on the nightstand and dial the number for room service. I give the kitchen staff my order then hang up the phone. I spring out of bed and put on one of the complimentary robes provided, and slide my feet into the slippers, then walk outside onto the balcony. I move to the edge where the hot tub rests and place my hand in the water, checking the temperature. It’s perfect. I then head back into the room and help Dylan out of bed and into his robe and slippers. Once we’re on the balcony, we move to the edge and lean over the railing, enjoying the view of the gorgeous sunrise.
“I wish we could do this every day,” Dylan says.
“You mean, stay on expensive, luxurious islands?”
“Doesn’t have to be an island. Anywhere would be perfect as long as we’re together and not having to worry about the stress of work.”
“Yeah, that does sound perfect. But don’t you think you’d get bored after a while? I know how stressful work can be, but at least it passes the time. And not only that, at the end of a stressful work week, you can look forward to the weekend or the holidays to recuperate. If you lived this lifestyle every day, withnothing but freedom and the ocean to worry about every day, you'd have nothing to look forward to.”
“I never really thought of it that way,” he replies.
“You know that we can go anywhere you want, right?”
“I do,” he replies, half-heartedly.
There’s something in his tone that makes me feel a little uneasy, and when it comes to Dylan, I’m not normally one to push. But I have to know what’s on his mind.
“But?” I inquire.
“It’s just … I don’t expect you to do all these things for me. If we’re going to have this life together that we keep talking about, it has to be a two-way street. I don’t want to rely on your money or your rich billionaire status to get what I want. I want to do things on my own merits. I’m sorry, I know I’m sounding really selfish right now, but I want to be able to do things for myself and not worry about finances.”
“Have I made you feel like you’re pressured?” I ask.
