I ask the driver to dial up the heat. Nicolette bends over and threads her fingers through her hair, moving it from side to side to dry it. “I can get ready in ten minutes. You?”
I bend my head beside hers and shake off the rain drops. “Same.”
“You look like a puppy shaking off after a bath.”
My growl in response makes her cover her mouth with her hand and giggle.
She thinks she’s going back in two days.
I have two more days to win her over.
“Alright,” she says. She looks excited and energized after our success. “That was… alright,invigorating.I wouldn’t make a habit of it or anything, but I am so ready for our next plan. You?”
I draw her onto my lap and kiss each cheek. First one, then the other, before I brush my lips against hers.
“I am absolutely ready for the next plan.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Nicolette
We getready for the wedding in record time. My phone, an older model I inherited from Gwen when she upgraded, doesn’t hold a charge very well, so I put it to charge while I get changed.
Fabien,of course,decides not only do we have enough time to get ready, we also have enough time for him to bend me over the side of the bed and fuck me, hard, mercilessly, and so perfectly I have not one butthreeorgasms in rapid succession. I swear I’ll be hoarse by the time we finally get to the wedding.
I slump over the bed, panting.
“I’m gonna need another shower if you keep this up,” I say in between gasps of breath.
“Hmm, the shower,” he says, as if he’s considering taking me there, too.
“Fabien, we don’t have time! Your mother will kill you.”
Both hands clamp on my hips. “Who decides whether or not we have time?”
Shockingly, arousal skates through me again. “You, of course,” I say with a toss of my head.
His hand smacks down, hard, and brands my ass. “Try that again.”
“You,sir,” I say, my voice like a purr.
“Who bought you for the weekend?” He bites my shoulder and grazes my skin with his teeth.
“You did.”
“Good girl. Now go get ready like I told you to.”
“You’re the one who’s got his full gorilla body weight on me.”
“Gorillaweight? Are you calling me a gorilla?”
“Well, no… I mean, I do have some sense of self-preservation,” I say. Still, he does indeed shift his weight off me. I race to the bathroom and quickly freshen up. Washcloth, face wash, deodorant, dry shampoo.
I slither into an absolutely stunning dress he ordered for me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I put my shoes on and breathe out a sigh. “And you do have excellent taste in clothing.”
“Glad you think so.”
I wish our time together wasn’t coming to a close. I could sit and justwatchhim fastening those cuff links, tying his tie?—
