“Yes?”
She pauses. “Expensive.”
“I travel a lot for my job. The hotel chain is part of the rewards program. I have a lot of points to cash in.”
It’s not a lie. I have comps at every luxury hotel chain on the planet because Banks Finance’s corporate account generates them faster than any human could spend. I also own enough stock in the Grand Palm’s parent company to put them out of business … if I wanted.
She narrows her eyes. “You’re serious.”
“I need you, Wen,” I whisper.
She stares at me for three seconds. “Give me thirty minutes.”
She disappears upstairs. I text Reese to make a reservation with dinner, a bottle of champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, and a late checkout. By the time Wendy comes back down, the penthouse is confirmed. She’s wearing a black dress and heels that make her legs look endless. I forget what I was about to say.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask.
“You. But also, I don’t want to be treated like a summer slut at the Grand Palm.”
My brow pops up. “Are you sure about that?”
A smile touches her lips. “Maybe a little.”
I chuckle and take her hand, walking her down the path toward the resort.
The Grand Palm lobby is everything the B&B isn’t—with its marbled floors, crystal chandeliers, and staff in pristine uniforms. I haven’t been inside a luxury building since I left New York. My posture straightens on instinct, and my hand goes to Wendy’s back to keep her close to me.
We walk through the lobby to the check-in counter. I step forward, and the woman’s attitude changes the second she pulls up my reservation.
“Mr. Banks, your penthouse is ready, and dinner is waiting.”
The woman slides two golden key cards across the counter.
We move into the elevator, where Wendy looks at me sideways.
“Rewards programs don’t get you a penthouse,” she says.
“You’re adorable,” I tell her.
We step out and walk to the end of the hallway, where I unlock the door.
The space has floor-to-ceiling windows that give the perfect view of the sea. Wendy walks inside, touching surfaces with her fingertips. She opens the balcony doors, and the ocean air rushes in. Stars scatter behind her.
“Come here,” I say.
She turns like she’s been waiting for that since we walked in. I push the dress strap off her shoulder and press my mouth to her collarbone. Her head tips back, and she lets out a sigh.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I say against her ear, unzipping her dress.
It drops to a puddle of fabric at her feet. The black lace bra matches the thong, and I’m going to take my damn time removing them both.
She fumbles with the buttons of my shirt, then pushes it off my shoulders. Her hands spread across my ribs as she kisses me,guiding me toward the mattress. I sit on the edge, and she climbs on top of me. The weight of her settles on my lap as her knees press into the mattress.
I unclasp the bra and slide it down her arms. My mouth closes over one of her hard nipples, and she gasps. The sound echoes off the walls.
“Yes, yes,” she says, grinding against me through my pants.
My cock strains against the fabric that’s soaked with her. She reaches between us, releasing me from my clothes. With a firm grip, she wraps her hand around me, stroking me. Pre-cum pools at the tip, and she bends down to lick it up. My breath rushes out of me as she strokes and sucks me, never removing her gaze.
