“You didn’t say anything, sweets.”
“I like the view, hot stuff,” She teases. “Come here and let me lick it off.”
I take a few steps forward with my eyebrow raised. She licks up my abdomen, along the cut of muscle, then sits back down. “Delicious.”
Running from the bathroom, I grab us towels, then let the water drain out of the tub. Sophie finishes drying off and pulls on my shirt before brushing out her damp hair. I braid it for her and kiss her neck, reminding her that I have multiple sisters so I can do all kinds of fancy things with her hair.
We sit on the bed and Roman joins us. He kisses Sophie’s cheek and shoves me when I offer mine up. “Have fun?”
“Yes.” She bites her bottom lip.
“The guys are getting food and drinks,” Roman says before laying back. “I’m sure you’re hungry, Gun.”
I shove Roman. He chuckles and rubs Sophie’s thigh. “Goals for tomorrow, Bambina?”
“Rest. We’ve been go-go-go. We should find something calming to do, maybe sleep in.” She rubs her eyes, looking far cuter than anyone should, especially after having sex with my best friend. “What do you think?”
“I think as long as I’m with you, I’m happy,” Roman murmurs.
She rolls her eyes. “You say that because you’ve been here before. Gunner?”
“Well he made it sound so romantic before I could.” I grumble.
She takes my hand and kisses just above my wedding band. “Then it’s settled. We’re sleeping in and figuring things out later. I’m sure we could go to a park and just relax in the beautiful Paris sunshine and people watch.”
When Nick and Holden get back, we eat, then cuddle up and head to bed. In the morning, we find it raining and Sophie shrugs. “I guess that means we’re staying in.”
“Don’t want to get wet?” Holden teases.
“I like being wet when I’m swimming and in the shower. That’s it.”
Nick smirks. “Oh, that’s it? I think there’s at least one other time you like being wet, Soph.”
She blushes and shoves at him, but he grabs her ankle and drags her closer. “Do you need to be reminded.”
And that’s what we spend almost the whole day doing. Reminding her of all the ways we can please her and keep her wet in the way she likes. By the time we’re done, we’re all exhausted.
Sophie is half asleep in bed and Holden and I go out to the balcony to enjoy the rain. Holden can’t seem to shake his happiness or his new talkativeness. “Do you think it’s going to be like this when we get back home? The constant threat of overdosing on joy?”
“I think Sophie is going to make it her personal mission to ensure that.” I take a sip from my bourbon. “I’m more worried about how much work is going to suck.”
He groans. “That’s a bad word.”
“Suck or work?” I tease.
He shakes his head at me, but I know what he means. I don’t want to leave Sophie for however many hours a day to deal with people who make meetings out of material that could be an email and emails out of things that don’t matter at all.
I nudge his knee with mine. “At least you get to have her all day.”
“That’s true. Work is a lot more fun with her beside me,” Holden agrees, rubbing his jaw. “We can retire whenever we want to. As long as we have a replacement.”
I snort. “Miles is going to make that hell and you know it.”
“We have plenty of time. You know that.” He shrugs. “Let’s enjoy dinner and game nights and kicking Roman’s ass in as many things as possible.”
I nod and lean back, testing the chair. The door opens behind me and Sophie comes out. She bends down to kiss me, but gasps and looks behind her, glaring at Roman. “I didn’t earn that one.”
Roman grabs her ass obviously and she squirms, then whimpers. “I have a bruise!”