“Wow.This is what it’s like to live the high life.”
I can’t help grinning.Some girls would care about amenities, want to hook up with me on the road in a five-star hotel.
She’s not here for that.
Nova takes a tour, observing every inch of my one-night home while I observe her.
She’s so beautiful.It’s not only her pink hair and bright eyes and full lips.Not even her breasts that feel small and perfect in my hands or the addictive scent of her skin.
It’s her openness and acceptance.How she’s game for anything and finds the sunshine on the darkest day.
Nova opens my fridge, eyes widening.“Holy.You could open a bar.”
She takes one bottle after another and sets them out.
“I’ve never even heard of this,” she says, inspecting a label.
“You want it?”I ask.
She turns it in her hands.“I had enough wine with dinner.But the bottle is pretty.”
“Take it then.If you think it’s pretty.”
Nova smiles and sets it down.Then she lifts the lid of the silver pail nearby.“Huh.There’s even ice in the bucket.”
I shrug.“Turndown service.”
She shakes her head as if it’s the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard of.“So, you can’t make your bedorunmake it without help?You’re clearly overpaid.”
Fuck, this girl is wild.I’m hanging on her every word.
The way she came apart under my hands in the limo was one thing.I was tempted to keep the car circling all night so I could pin her down on the seat and make her lose her mind until the only word she knew was my name.
But the fact that she promised to keep my secret means more.
People smile in my face all day long, but those who genuinely have my back are few and far between.
“Is your balcony connected to the others?”Nova opens the drapes and peers outside, oblivious to what’s going on in my head.
“Yeah.”
I come up behind her, and her body warms me.
“But here…” I place my hands on either side of her, my groin pressing against her back.“Glass feels thick enough to muffle the sounds.”
Her head turns, her profile sheer temptation.“What sounds are those?You laughing at my jokes?”
“More like you moaning my name while I fuck you.Fast the first time, slow the second.The third, I’ll let you choose,” I murmur, claiming her lips from behind.
She tastes like wine.She’s pliable, too, a little extra relaxed.I adjust her to face me, banging my leg into the window in the process.
“Your knee,” she says when I wince, dropping the curtains back into place and pulling away.
“It’s fine.”
“Don’t you usually take an ice bath?”Nova tries to slip out from under me.
Her happy buzz has vanished.I want it back.
