“The purse is so cute, right?” she says, her hand back in mine, where it belongs, while I carry her bags in my other hand.
The guards—who I insisted come with us because I’m not taking any chances—are following behind, keeping enough of a distance that it doesn’t feel like they’re with us, but close enough that if something were to happen, they’d see it coming.
“So cute,” I say with a laugh, making her grin. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving. We should find somewhere to eat and then go back to our hotel and put that huge spa tub to use.”
She waggles her brows, and I shake my head. Dani’s sex drive is insatiable—not that I’m complaining.
“You know, with you being twelve … well, shit, actually,thirteenyears younger since I turned thirty-five, I worry, in a few years, when I’m old and I can barely keep it up, you’ll leave me for a younger guy.”
It’s meant to be a joke, but I realize it fell flat when Dani stops walking and glances up at me.
“You think I’d leave you over sex?”
“I was just kidding.”
Though a part of me wasn’t.
She quirks a brow, and I sigh.
“Andrey used to say that he fucked other women because my mom wouldn’t put out. They were always younger women, in their prime.” I shrug. “I’m already thirty-five, and you’re twenty-two.”
“I’ll be twenty-three soon,” she sasses, which makes me think …
“When’s your birthday?” Fuck, I should know this, but I don’t.
She snorts out a laugh. “Actually, it’s tomorrow.”
“What?” I bark. “Are you fucking serious? How did I not know that? I feel like I’m already failing at this boyfriend shit.”
“You’re not failing at anything. We can’t possibly know everything about each other. And the fun is in getting to know each other.” She palms the side of my face. “I love you, and I don’t care how mucholder you are than me. I’m not going anywhere. Plus, they have those little blue pills for a reason.”
She sticks her tongue out at me and goes to run, but before she can get away, I swat her ass, making her cackle as she glances back at me. Her grin is so infectious that I don’t know how I’m going to go back to reality in a couple of days. She’s quickly become an addiction that I never want to break.
The tableand chairs I requested are on the terrace, and once we rinse off and change, they’re going to bring up dinner. I also emailed the manager and told him to add a birthday cake since Dani’s fucking birthday is tomorrow and I had no idea.
“Where are we going to eat?” Dani asks, peeking out of the shower, her hair dripping wet.
Knowing that she’s naked behind the curtain has my dick swelling in my pants, but I remind it that tonight is too important to fuck her in the shower. The sex will hopefully come later.
“We’re eating here,” I tell her. “I ordered room service.”
She grins. “Good, then we won’t have to go far to the tub afterward.”
She disappears behind the curtain, and I double-check to ensure everything is in place. The table is set with an ivory cloth, plates and glasses situated on top, with candles waiting to be lit in the center. The terrace railing has been wrapped with flowers of various colors, and a dock, where I can put my phone to play soft music, is in the corner, ready to go.
As I stare at the setup, I wonder if I’ve made the right choice. If we were having dinner at a restaurant, I could have someone take pictures, but since we’re alone up here, that’s not possible.
I’m about to text my brother to get his opinion when Dani steps out of the room. She’s wearing a gorgeous, sleeveless sundress thatcuts low in the front, giving me the perfect view of the swells of her tits, and hits just above her knees, showing off her legs. The dress is tight in all the right places, emphasizing her curves. She’s barefoot, she has only a hint of makeup on her face, and her hair has been brushed but is still damp. She’s glowing from all the sun she’s gotten this week, and suddenly, nothing else matters but making her mine.
“You look gorgeous.” I take her hand in mine and guide her onto the terrace.
I was supposed to do this after dinner, but I can’t wait.
“Thank you,” she says with a soft smile. Her gaze shifts to the dinner setup. “Wow,” she breathes out. “This is beautiful. Is this all for dinner?”
“Actually”—I pull the box out of my pocket and open it—“it’s for this.”
