Theo elbows Dom with a smirk. “Paris looks amazing this time of year.”
The silent man nods before they make their way to the bar.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“Uh…” Rowan hands me a pamphlet. “There’s a spa package included with our room.”
I snatch it from him, watching as Theo takes the seat to the right of the woman and Dominic takes the left. The gears slowly shift, cranking as realization dawns on me.
“Wait. Are they both going to…” My voice trails.
“Don’t ask questions you aren't ready for the answers to, Sunshine.” My husband smirks before slinging an arm across my shoulder. He turns us so I'm no longer facing the bar, then steers me towards the elevators.
“What did Theo mean by the Paris thing?” I ask, unable to drop this as Rowan presses a finger to the button.
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please don't make me explain Eiffel Towering to you, Sunshine.”
I grab his bicep, shaking it with a sly smile. “Come on, Row Row! Tell me! I'mdyingto know now.”
He rests his head back against his shoulders before theelevator door slides open with a chime. We step in, and I'm practically buzzing beside him. When he gives a resigned sigh, I know I’ve got him.
“I can't believe I'm telling you this,” he mutters. “Eiffel Towering is when there’s someone in the middle giving oral to the person in front of them while being penetrated by another from behind.”
I blink. “Oh…”
“Yeah,oh,” he chuckles at my stupefied expression.
“Well, good for them. Glad they're close enough to dothat.” I shrug as I open the pamphlet. “Wait! There’s a sauna here?”
Rowan peers over at it, his brow rising. “It’s included with the honeymoon package. Did you want to go?”
“Is that even a question?” I snort.
“You’re going to make me go to a sauna?”
I stare at my husband with faux innocence. “I’m not making you do anything. I guess I'll be there all alone. Gleaming with sweat and naked—”
“Suana, it is.” He decides.
I smile at my triumph.
Once we reach our floor, Rowan is quick to lead me to our room. It’s like stepping into a condo, and I look around in wonder at the high ceiling lined with dazzling chandeliers, the massive made-up bed with rose petals forming a heart shape, and the giant claw-foot tub in the open bathroom.
Rowan tosses our bags down, then opens a closet and yanks out two bathrobes. He gives me a stern look as he lays them out on the bed. “You’re still dressed?”
I plant my hands on my hips. “Can’t a girl admire her honeymoon suite?”
“She can do that while she strips,” he smirks.
“You are a dog,” I mutter, but I'm smiling right along with him as I stretch my arms out. “Maybe I want to unwind first?”
I'm drawing it out to drive him crazy, and he knows it.It’s fun to toy with him, and pushing his buttons is my favorite thing.
He tilts his head as he posts up with crossed arms. “Do you need to unwind, Sunshine, or are you testing me?”
I shuffle towards the bed before picking up a rose petal and smelling it. “I bet you the view is spectacular from here.”
“Pushing your luck, I see.” He scolds.
