“You’re off to a damn good start.” Her Little side slipped through a bit as she flashed a cheeky grin. “But it would beextraromantic if I had, say, a stuffed shark to take home with me to commemorate this very, very cool experience.”
“Incorrigible brat,” he said with a laugh. “Come on. Let’s hit up the gift shop.”
With a happy squeal, she spun out of his arms and grabbed his hand, dragging him behind her to the store.
Best. Day.Ever.
Dylan
Fucking hell, he was exhausted.
Between the aquarium and World of Coke, he’d needed a nap more than Samantha by the time they’d gotten back to the hotel.
But he wouldn’t trade a single second of the day he’d spent with her. And he knew he’d carry the memory of her, eyes bright with wonder as she got to pet a shark for the very first time with him for the rest of his life.
It had been, as far as he was concerned, the perfect day. He’d spent way too much money, unable to tell her no when she’d been agonizing between two different stuffies at the gift shop.But he’d been saving for over a year so he could have the extra funds to spoil her the way she deserved this summer, so he didn’t regret a single penny.
And someday soon, he’d be in a position to really spoil her. Maybe even convince her to quit the job she hated and find somethingfunto do with her life.
God knew his babygirl could use some more fun.
The bathroom door opened, pulling his attention away from the full-length mirror where he was trying—and drastically failing—to tie his own tie. Samantha stepped out, her generous curves poured into the shimmering red number he’d convinced her to pack. She wasn’t looking at him, too busy fussing with the hem and trying to pull it down to cover her perfectly thick thighs to notice him.
Thank god, because he was pretty sure he was drooling.
“Holy shit, baby.”
Jerking her head up, Sam stared at him, an adorable blush spreading across her cheeks as she tugged again at the dress. “It’s too short. I should change.”
“Samantha Kay, if you eventryto remove that dress before I take it off you, I will bend you over the edge of that bed and whip your bare bottom with my belt.”
Eyes wide, she went still, the pink in her cheeks deepening. “But I look?—”
“You look fuckingincredible.” Abandoning his tie, he stepped forward, sliding his arms around her waist. “I’m changing our plans.”
“Oh?” She raised a brow in that way he remembered from when she’d visit him and Ethan at college when she didn’t think they’d been eating enough or sleeping enough or whatever other motherly concerns she’d had back then. “And what, exactly, are you changing it to?”
“Room service. And sex. Lots and lots of sex.”
Her pupils darkened, the black eating up the pale blue of her irises. “That would be incredibly expensive. Probably more so than going out to dinner.”
“And worth every fucking penny.” Nudging her backward, he walked her over to the bed, chuckling softly when her knees hit the mattress and she fell back with a shocked squeak. “Some other night I’ll let you get all dressed up and take you somewhere nice. But I want you just for myself tonight. My pretty, pretty babygirl.”
“I don’t care about fancy dinners, Dylan. But if you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes I might lose my goddamn mind.”
“Naughty girl,” he scolded with another laugh, leaning forward to cage her in with his arms. “It’s a good thing I brought plenty of toys to help you behave. Stay right there.”
“What kind of toys?” she asked as he turned to retrieve the duffel bag he’d stashed in the closet when they’d first checked in.
“The kind meant to remind bratty Little girls like yourself who they belong to.”
“I amnota brat.”
When he returned to the end of the bed with his bag in hand and his own raised brow, she rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe I’m being a tiny bit of a brat. But it’s just because you’re being so cagey about things.”
“And you don’t like surprises,” he said, remembering their almost-fight from that morning.
Pink rose to her cheeks and she jerked a shoulder. “I don’t like not knowing what’s happening.”
