Page 62 of Break Out

“Yeah,” I mumble out the side of my mouth as we trail behind the group.

Before she can say anything, Arthur pipes up, “Well kids, it was fun.” He claps his hands together, glancing around at everyone and smiling before saying, “But I think I’m going to head back to the hotel.”

“Us too,” Brielle says, much to my dismay. “The nanny’s been with Anabelle all day. I told her we’d be back in an hour two hours ago.”

“Us as well,” Aubrey says, slipping her hand into mine.

“Oh, come on,” Clara groans, shooting her sisters a look.

“Sorry, I’ve got some work things that I need to take care of.” Aubrey shrugs her shoulders. Is that true? Or is she using it as an excuse to get out of going to the bar?

“Fine. Fine,” Clara huffs out, coming over to hug her sisters. The group going to the bar gets into the limos, leaving those of us who are going back to the hotel standing in the hot sun outside the restaurant.

“I need a nap,” Brielle announces as we wait for our Uber.

“Me too,” Aubrey agrees.

I look over at her and she winks, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a grin. Come to think of it, I could nap too. Although, with the way Aubrey was looking at me, I’m not sure if she meant a nap as in the kind where you actually sleep or if she was implying something else. The thought of something else with her has my cock stirring to attention. Our Uber pulls up, and we all pile in for the short ride back to the hotel.

“So,” I say as we part ways with the rest of the group.

“So,” Aubrey repeats, looping her arm through mine as we walk toward the elevators.

“Do you really need a nap or were you implying you needed something else?”

Her lips quirk up in a half smile leaning against the elevator wall as we make our slow ascent up to the sixth floor.

“Aubs,” I growl, caging her against the wall.

“Was this, the something else you were referring to?” she asks coyly as she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck before kissing me.

I groan, dropping my arms and tugging her into me as her tongue darts out, seeking entrance. Our kiss is short-lived as the elevator comes to a halt on our floor. With a huff, I step back, letting her exit first. She reaches for my hand as we walk the short distance to our suite. She toes off her shoes inside the door before glancing over her shoulder at me with a smug grin and making her way to the bedroom, dropping her purse on the couch as she walks by.

“Aubs,” I repeat, stalking after her.

By the time I reach the bedroom, she’s tugging her shirt over her head, her shorts a heap on the floor. Turning so her back is to me, she reaches up and unclasps her bra, and with a glance over her shoulder at me in the doorway, lets it fall to the floor.

“Fuck.” I grit out, my cock hardening at the sight in front of me—Aubrey naked except for her underwear.

“I told you I needed a nap,” she says with a smirk before climbing into bed. I laugh, yanking off my shirt and shorts before climbing in after her.

“Do you need some company?”

“Mmmhm,” Aubrey says, her eyes raking down my body.

Two can play this game. I push back the covers and make myself comfortable.

“You know what? I think I’ve got too many clothes on.” I push my boxers down, my cock springing out. “That’s better.”

With a grin, I fist my hardening cock and stroke myself a few times. What the hell has gotten into me? I’m not usually this . . . playful. Aubrey brings it out in me.

“I don’t think I’m tired anymore,” she whispers.

“Oh yeah?” I turn to look at her, and she’s staring at my cock, licking her lips.

Goal, Brody.

“Something else you’d like to do instead?” I continue to stroke myself, glancing over at her.