He opened the door to the second floor, waited for Sydney to walk through. “That’s not somethin’ I’m good at,” he confessed. “Goodbyes are final, but when you walk away, the door stays open.”
“Well said.” Sydney stopped. “She’s down the hall on the left, room five. One more question.”
He waited.
“Why do you call her Bella?”
Greystone flashed a smile. “Because she is.” After a beat he said, “Bring me into the suite.”
Sydney’s eyebrows crowded into her forehead. “For real?”
“She’ll feel safe knowing you’re there before you leave heralone with me. Ask her if she wants me to kiss her, to put my mouth on her?—”
“Whoa.”
“I need her consent. I need to hear she’s comfortable with penetration.” He pulled out the box of condoms. “Ask her if she wants to taste me.”
“Isn’t this a little graphic?”
“She knows my voice,” he pushed back. “If I start talking, it’s over.”
“Got it.”
Together, he and Sydney walked down the hall, stopping in front of room five. There, he pulled his hair into a man-bun.
Tap-tap-tap.
“Come in,” Caroline said.
Excitement quickened his pulse.
They walked in, he shut the door behind him. He glanced around the purple-lit room until he found his target. Caroline sat in the corner chair wearing a black blindfold, a black bra, and black panties. Though she was cloaked in shadows and he couldn’t see her body well, he homed in on her toned thighs and calves, black stilettos strapped to her feet. She’d pulled her long, blonde hair into a ponytail that sat high on her head. She looked like the sexiest angel he’d ever seen, and his cock began to firm.
Jesus. She’s hot.
“Caroline,” Sydney began.
“He backed out, didn’t he?” Caroline asked.
“No, he’s here with me, but he wants to know that you’re consenting to an evening with him.”
Her smile slayed him. “Yes, I consent. Thank you.”
“He wants to know if he can kiss you,” Sydney continued.
“Absolutely.”
“And what about oral?” Sydney asked.
“I’ll receive. Are you clean?”
“I am,” Sydney replied, and Caroline laughed. Greystone nodded. “He said he is. Do you want me to examine his cock-a-doodle-doo?”
Greystone bit back a laugh.
Another smile from Caroline sent blood whooshing through his veins. “God, no.”
“He’s got condoms,” Sydney explained. “Do you want penetration?”
