We make our way through the hotel, and I’m even more impressed with each room I see. They all show off an incredible attention to detail and confirm that no expense has been spared.
I mean, really—how many hotels can you think of that have an entirely ice-themed room? I don’t even want to know how the maintenance on that works, and I don’t care. All I know is that the temperature drops to subzero, the bed frame is carved from ice, and the mattress is covered in furs and feather quilts thick enough to keep you warm. And did I mention it’s been made to look like it’s inside an ice cave? Some of the “frozen” blocks are fake, but the actual ice never wholly melts because of the temps in the room. There are drains in the floor because body heat does warm the room up. I honestly don’t know how comfortable the whole setup sounds, but if I had some hardcore Elsa fantasies, I would be in heaven.
Leaving behind the frozen playroom, we continue our ascent to the penthouse, and when Jaxon pushes open the door to the suite, I follow him inside without reservation. You can tell that this room hasn’t been finished yet because there’s plastic wrapping on furniture and everything is sort of dumped in the room. There are a couple of big boxes sitting on the kitchen countertop with the Sugar and Spice logo on them, waiting to be unpacked. Looking around, I can envision how beautiful this area is going to be. This suite has gone with the traditional Hawaiian theme, all light and breezy fabrics, potted plants, natural woods and fibers. There are expansive glass doors that lead out onto a large balcony area, also filled with foliage, and I can see it has amazing views over the ocean, so it must be forward facing.
“There are three bedrooms and three bathrooms in this suite as well as the hidden rooms. In theory, it can sleep a lot of people, so we’ll advertise it for groups, but we’ve also made the price reasonable enough for a honeymoon couple to indulge.”
On one side of the living area is a small bookcase. He walks toward it, taking me with him, and stops just in front of it with an excited smile. “Now,thisis where the fun starts.” He waves at the bookcase. “Do you want to have a go?”
Looking at the bookcase, I can see lots of the options are mysteries and thrillers, even a Steven King or two, but the one that stands out is theKama Sutra. Reaching out to grab it, I try, but it feels stuck. I yank harder, determined that this has to be the one, and hear a click. With a gasp, I turn back to Jaxon just as the bookcase swings open. “I really didn’t think that would work. It just seemed to stand out amongst all the others.”
An impressed smile covers his face. “Got it first go.” We step through the small door, and it swings shut behind us. When I turn around, there’s no opening to be seen.
“How do you get out?” I ask. There isn’t even a seam to indicate where the door had been, and Jaxon’s smile grows more and more pleased by my curiosity.
“There's a switch on the table,” Jaxon tells me. Still not able to see it, I decide to check out the rest of the room instead. “We made the room as soundproof as we could. You could be sitting on the other side and not know anyone was in here.”
The shelves are lined with book after book with a few curios thrown in here or there. There’s one of those sliding book ladders that I can imagine would be fun not only to slide back and forth on, but I’m sure it also puts you at a convenient height for other activities too. I try not to squirm too much at that thought. There’s a coffee table and a sofa as well as a couple of leather wingback chairs that are each paired with side tables and lamps. On one side of the room, the bookcases make way for a fireplace that has a plush-looking rug sitting in front of it. Being windowless, it’s only lit up by the lamps on the side tables, creating a stately but cozy feel to the space.
“This is incredible!” I tell him, wandering over to the ladder and sliding it back and forth. Curious, I run my finger over the spines of the books. They all seem to be romance novels, erotica, and porn if any of the titles are to be believed.The Virgin and the Beast. Sounds fun. I wonder if I can slip a book or two into my bag.
“Go on, have a slide,” Jaxon encourages me from behind. “I can tell you want to. We’ve all done it. You should have seen the girls when they were stocking the shelves. The wheels were already squeaky by the time they were finished. They’re freshly oiled now, so you could really go flying.”
A thrill of excitement flows through my body as I carefully step onto the ladder then push off like I’m on a skateboard. It slides smoothly away from Jaxon toward the other end of the shelves, and a glee-filled squeal escapes my mouth. Climbing up a little further, I use the shelves to push myself back again.
“Yup, there it is! That’s the noise the girls made too.” Stepping forward, he catches the ladder when I get to him, and I almost lose my breath when our eyes meet. Gone is playful and fun Jax, and in his place is a sinful, smoldering god. He steps even closer, his mouth in line with my core. All he has to do is lift up my knee-length sundress and slip my underwear to the side and he would have access to my dripping center.
He leans right in and inhales deeply, groaning as his knuckles turn white from clenching the ladder. When he leans his head against me, I can feel him breathing heavily. “You have two choices, sweetheart. Climb down off that ladder and hit the red switch on the lamp on that side table so we can scurry out of this room and head downstairs to breakfast...Oryou can lift that skirt and let me have you as my morning meal.”
I don’t know how I feel about this. On one hand, I’m not sure we’re really at the place where we can be intimate. Should I push him a little more to make up for his misdeeds? But on the other hand, I think one of us has to take a leap. For us to see what we could be, I think I need to show him that I’m willing to give him a chance, that I think he could be worth taking a chance on. For all of his bluster and venom, he needs to take as big of a leap as I do. Maybe we can just leap together and try to trust each other?
Of their own devices, my hands move off the ladder and to the base of my skirt, hiking it up slowly.
“Thank you, Jesus,” Jaxon mutters reverently. His hands leave the ladder to run up my legs, caressing and massaging until he gets to the top of my thighs. My breath hitches as he slowly lowers my panties then removes them, lifting one leg at a time, before putting them in the pocket of his jeans.
Not wasting any time, he leans in, his tongue flicking gently against my clit until a spasm rocks my body from just that light touch. It’s not what I expected from Jaxon, this gentleness.
But just as that thought crosses my mind, he lifts my right leg, drapes it over his shoulder, and shuffles in closer before devouring my pussy with his mouth. His tongue licks and lunges as he sucks and slurps, and my eyes roll back into my head. The whole time, he growls and grunts like an animal while I struggle to stay upright against the ladder, my knees buckling with all the sensations seering my nerve endings. He slides two fingers into my tight channel, and another groan escapes my mouth. “You’re so fucking sexy when you moan for me,” he mutters before continuing the onslaught.
Within minutes, I find myself on the edge of a climax, barely able to take a full breath before I tip over the edge. My orgasm rolls through me, flowing out like a shockwave, and a wailing screech leaves my mouth. “Fuck!” I pant and breathe my way through it as he gently licks at my clit while he continues to plunge his two fingers into my channel, my body still clenching around him.
As the spasm subsides, he groans and pulls away, removing his fingers before shoving them into his mouth, his eyes not leaving mine as he licks and sucks the evidence of my orgasm off them.
“Nowthat’swhat I call breakfast.”
He removes my leg off his shoulder and then, wrapping both hands around my waist, he lifts me off the ladder and slides me down his body. When my mouth reaches his, he kisses me fiercely. I can taste myself on his tongue, but it doesn't bother me. He lets me slide the rest of the way to the ground before removing his mouth from mine. Making sure I’m steady on my feet, he moves to the coffee table and grabs a couple of tissues out of a box before returning to me and helping me clean up.Okay, still a bit of a gentleman. Who knew?To my complete surprise, he takes my panties out of his pocket and helps me step back into them. A tiny part of me is a little disappointed; I didn’t realize it was something I’d like, but I was kind of hoping to spend the day knowing he had them tucked away in his pocket while I walked around without them.
“Thank you for giving me that. I know I don't really deserve it yet, but I’ve wanted it since the moment I set eyes on you in that club.” He runs his fingers over my tattoos on my arms. “All this sexy ink and that dress that hugged all your curves. It was mouthwatering.” His words have me shuddering again, but I’m still struggling to pull my mind together.
He smiles gently. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the room, and we can go down for breakfast after that. Kai’s going to be a hangry beast by the time we get back there.” He leans down and flicks a button on one of the lamps on the side table, and with a click, the door opens. Wrapping one arm around me, he guides me out, but before we allow the door to close behind us, I stop him.
“Can we stay in this room the next time we come back?” My mind has finally recovered, and I want more of what I just experienced. He just smirks and nods, so I pull him to me and lay a kiss on him. He didn’t even expect me to return the favor or anything. Pulling away, I lean in to whisper in his ear, “But next time, it’syouon that ladder.” Pulling back, I wander away, leaving him standing there wide eyed, his hand on his dick like he’s trying to relieve the pressure.
“You’re evil,” he calls out, but I just laugh.Yeah, I am.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Harlow
