“I sing your songs in the shower.”
Her jaw unhinges. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I make a face.
“I didn’t know you sing.”
“I’m a terrible singer. But I like music.”
She nods slowly. “Okay. Wow.” After a beat she says, “Okay! Different question. What’s your favorite sexual position?”
I give my head a shake, one corner of my mouth ticking up. “You don’t know?”
“I have my thoughts. You tell me, though.”
“Well. It’s tough to narrow it down to one.”
She shoots me an amused look.
“I think it has to be missionary, even though it sounds boring. But I can see your face, and kiss you, and see your tits… also, if I kneel up straight and lift your hips, I can see my cock push your stomach out a little. That is so fucking hot.”
“Oh,” she says faintly.
“But there’s a lot to be said for doggy style,” I go on. “The view is incredible, obviously. You have an amazing ass. It gets me so hard.”
She swallows audibly.
“I want to take a few licks before I go in, right from your pussy to your tailbone.”
I think she whimpers, and I repress an evil grin.
“And then of course there’s your butthole. So tight and pretty. I’d love to fuck you there.”
“Oh my God.”
“And the other good thing about it is, it makes you come so fast, I guess because of the angle and how deep I can go.”
“How much longer till we’re there?” Nikki chokes out, tugging at the neckline of her sweater.
I swipe the back of my hand over my forehead. I kind of got myself going there, too. “I think about half an hour.”
She shifts in her seat. “Our room better be ready.”
“Damn right,” I say grimly, gripping the steering wheel.
Finally, we’re pulling into the small town of Afton on Cayuga Lake. The GPS directs me to the inn and Nikki waits while I go check in. And yeah, our room is ready—score! It’s not just a room, though, it’s a cottage.
“Bluestone Cottage is down the lane.” The receptionist smiles and gestures. “We had snow yesterday, but it’s been plowed so you’ll have no trouble. I see you don’t require housekeeping services, but if you need anything at all, please call us.”
“Thank you.” I take the keys and return to the vehicle.
“We’re leaving?” Nikki says.
“No. Our cottage is a little farther away.”
“Oh. A cottage.”
I pull into the driveway of the white house.
