“Yep, but you won’t know until later. It is the least I can do.” She winked in my direction.
That wink landed on my dick. She couldn’t be human, shit, not possible. She had to be a siren or something like that from the way every gesture, smile, or word from her lips invited me in.
“Don’t be winking at me like that, Amaris. That’s dangerous.”
She laughed. “It shouldn’t be, considering today is my day, correct?”
I nodded. “Not necessarily. Tonight could still count as your night but right now could count as a snack.”
She grinned. “It could, but nope. I mean, unless you want to go level five a little later. According to the brochure, that's bondage and I hear they have a swing.”
I chortled. “They do, and if you’re open to it, I’m down.”
“Why do you seem surprised I’m actually interested in this?” she asked.
“Because you’re innocent, Amaris. You don’t do shit like this.”
“Yet I’m here, doing shit like this,” she responded, her head tilted to the side.
I nodded. She was right. I was shocked when she agreed, completely taken aback when she signed the NDA required by the hotel weeks ago, and fucking floored when she got on the plane. Everything since my invite had shocked me, because she could have backed out at any time and I wouldn’t have looked at her any differently. But now, I would look at her differently because she’d come in more ways than one and I was the reason. “You’re right.”
“I know I am, but if you didn’t bring me here to partake in the festivities, why am I here? Why are we here? Any hotel would have sufficed if you just wanted to have sex with me.”
“Probably, but we’re here.” I was short for a reason. I’d brought her here to take part in the festivities, but somewhere between sharing a meal and her space last night, I changed my mind. No other motherfucker would ever witness her fuck faces or be permitted to hear her whine. One hit and I was hooked. The fucking thing I needed because I damn sure hadn’t planned to be infatuated when I wasn’t between her legs.
We finished eating in a bit of a silence and I didn’t like it. I wanted to hear her voice. Shit, feel her voice. So when I assumed she was finished eating, I grabbed the plate from her hand and set it on the table.
Confusion swept her features. “I wasn’t do?—”
“You’re mad at me?” I couldn’t stop myself. I already gave a fuck where I shouldn’t have. I grabbed her body and pulled her onto my lap.
“I’m not mad at you. I’m perturbed. You were short and offered no real answer?—”
“I haven’t designated a floor for us to visit because I don’t need another motherfucker seeing you come. Don’t ask why, I don’t know, but that shit bothers me.”
She nodded. “Even though I don’t belong to you.”
“This weekend you do.” I leaned forward and kissed her lips then her chest. “So don’t fuck around, sweetheart. I’m possessive ’bout you.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed her neck and pulled her face against mine. My eyes went to hers, she leaned forward, and we kissed. The feel of her lips against mine sent tremors through me. Feelings I had never felt before. Shit, not even for my ex-wife in the beginning.
“You gonna showme what you bought?” I asked, watching Amaris walk out of the back area holding a little black bag. She had a smirk on her face that let me know whatever she’d bought would make our evening interesting.
“Nah. You can see it tonight. It’s a surprise.”
I grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the elevator. She’d been talking about this damn Toy Story floor all morning, nearly begging to come down. I brought her, and while the sales associate explained a few of the toys in the cases, littering the space, Amaris dipped off toward the back of the store.
“I enjoyed last night, even though you bit me.”
“You liked that too.”
She laughed hard. “Maybe I did. What are we eating?”
“Damn we just ate. You hungry already?” I joked, just to mess with her.
She snatched her hand from me and hit me in my chest. “What, are you trying to call me greedy? And no, we didn’t just eat. We ate earlier.”
I ate that lil hit then grabbed her arm and pulled her body back into mine. “What do you wanna eat? Bar, room service, or you wanna go off resort?”
“Umm. I don’t know. What do you thin?—”
