She squeezes my butt cheeks.
“Puffin,” I warn. “I’m about to embarrass myself in these Spandex pants when you pull away. So, I’m going to need you to give me your sweater. Then we’re going straight back to the room.”
My woman gives me a saucy wink, hands over the sweater that I place in front of Dick, and drags me off the stage toward the elevators.
The quiet in the lobby is almost deafening as we wait for the penthouse elevator. Carolina’s hands are all over me, tracing across my arms and chest. I cannot think straight with her touching me like that.
“Thank you,” Carolina kisses me, gentler than the one on stage.
“For what?”
“For being such a good sport this weekend.”
I brush my thumbs across her cheeks and cup her face in my hands. “I’d do anything for you.”
“Anything?”
“Name it. I’m there.”
“How about we have lunch or dinner tomorrow back in Flamingo Cove? Just the two of us. No reunion. No family. No Nosy Nellies poking into our business.”
“Bellissimo?” I suggest. “We can have a do-over with the torte.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I thought your do-over delivery was pretty smart.”
“Let’s make a new memory there,” I suggest.
“I’d like to make some new memories upstairs, too,” Carolina pecks my lips, then swats my ass as the elevator opens. She sashays inside.
I’m about to follow her when I hear something crash behind me. I whirl around but see nothing. No one is standing in the lobby.
I think it’s weird, but don’t press to investigate because we’re not undercover anymore. And, quite frankly, my woman wants to make new memories upstairs. Who am I to keep her from that?
Chapter 41
“I like tight butts, and I cannot lie.”
-Carolina
The penthouse door hasn’t even closed behind us before Rand rips the shirt over my head and throws it on the ground, which also knocks the wig and tiara off my head.
“That’s my Queenly Tiara!” I protest.
Rand stalks toward me. “I’ll buy you another one.”
I squeal, turn and run down the hallway. Rand catches me around the waist right at the stairs toward the second floor. He’s removed his crown, shirt, and strapless bra. I chuckle.
“What’s so funny, puffin?”
“I can’t remember the last time I had sex with someone who wore a strapless bra,” I laugh.
He pauses to consider what I just said.
I laugh harder. “Oh, right, that would be the 35th of never!”
“Woman!” Rand throws me over his shoulder and takes the stairs two at a time. I giggle the whole way upstairs.
Neither of us drank at the karaoke contest because we wanted to be sharp for our moment. And right now, I’m grateful because I’m pretty sure being upside down would be too much for any alcohol in my stomach.
