“Seriously. That travel agency was so quirky I assumed the contest was a scam. But this is the nicest airbnb I’ve ever been to. And as a wedding planner, trust me, I’ve seen a lot of airbnbs.”
“I’m glad you’re happy,” he says, and I stop gawking at the vaulted ceilings, chef’s kitchen, and hot tub on the balcony. I turn my attention back to him.
“I am happy,” I say. “But it’s not because of the airbnb. It’s who I am here with.”
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“So what do you say we take advantage of that California king bed in there?” he asks.
“Or we could take advantage of the couch.”
“Or the hot tub.”
“Or the shower.”
“Or the counter.”
I giggle. “Honestly, I don’t care where we do it. As long as we get to it.”
“Hell yeah, girl,” Gavin grins, and the next thing I know he is carrying me into the bedroom. “Call me old-fashioned, but I love bedroom sex.”
“Well, lucky for you, I’m not picky,” I say as he sets me on the bed. I grab him by the tie and yank him towards me, crashing his lips into mine. Gavin chuckles into my mouth.
“You are a hungry little thing,” he says.
“You have no idea.”
“But we just had sex last night…”
“Yeah well, that was yesterday…”
“Jesus, girl. You are insatiable,” he says.
“You have no idea.”
