“No problem. You ready?”
“Almost. Give me five.” I rush to the safety of my bedroom as Bennett sinks down onto the sofa, unfazed.
I have no idea how he’s so calm. Meanwhile, I’m crashing out, anxiety ping-ponging through me. From my throat, to my chest, down to my gut, and back again.
Ping, ping, ping.
On an endless loop.
My phone screen lights up.
Daddy: Here
Wonderful.
He’s early too.
With a shaky breath, I throw my toiletries into my bag and zip it up.
It’s showtime.
“He’s here.” I wheel my suitcase out of my room. Bennett’s still on the sofa, legs outstretched, totally calm.
“Okay.” He rises, automatically grabbing for my bag. His gigantic hand covers mine and I freeze. “Breathe, Sunshine. It’s gonna be okay.”
Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine for a brief second. Long enough to make the world tip sideways and leave me dizzy.
“Last one. Now I’ll be good.” He hoists his gear bag over his shoulder, balancing his duffel on my suitcase and rolling the luggage out of the condo. I grab my work bag and lock the door behind us, following in the wake of his cologne.
The elevator pings open and we crowd into the space.
I’ve never had a descent take longer.
Heat creeps up my neck with each passing second and I don’t dare glance in Bennett’s direction. Gripping the strap of my bag, my knuckles turn white. At least that stops the shaking.
“Sunshine — you gotta relax.” He’s smooth, controlled. Relaxing against the railing, like nothing happened between us yesterday.
As the doors start to slide open, Bennett leans over. Dropping his lips to my ear, he murmurs, “Just don’t think about the island.”
He shoots me a cocky wink and a grin, then strolls out of the elevator with all the luggage.
Oh my god.
Heat flushes my chest, my neck, spreading all the waythrough me. The only thing on my mind is that marble island, cool against my bare skin, thighs spread wide while Bennett licked and sucked at my clit.
Damn him.
Wetness floods my panties as I walk through the lobby, trying to regain some semblance of composure. At least it’s early enough that the foyer’s empty.
The black SUV idles at the curb. The driver’s stacking our luggage in the trunk and Bennett waits for me on the sidewalk.
“After you.” He waves his hand at the door and I climb into the vehicle.
“Morning.” My father grunts at me from the front seat. “Good to see you’re on time.”
“Morning, Daddy.” I force a friendly tone, although the words come out clipped. Bennett slides into the seat next to me, stretching his legs out as much as he’s able.
“Morning, sir. Thanks for the ride.”
