I try to roll away, but he just ends up on top of me. “It’s a half hour drive and I have to look presentable. I can’t roll up freshly fucked and reeking of sex.”
“Hm,” he grunts as he leans over me, kissing my neck. “Fine. I’ll only make you come once and then you can take a really fast shower.”
I should say no… but then his hands are on my body, sliding up under the hem of my shirt. It’s so tempting to say ‘fuck it’ and just let him give me those four orgasms he promised. But when I turn my head to the side, giving his mouth better access to my neck, the clock on my nightstand is glaring at me.
“Ugh,” I groan, smacking his bicep. “After. I can’t be late, but after the lawyer I’m all yours. I promise. I’ll come straight back here and you can do anything you want to me.”
“Anything?” His eyebrow lifts half off his face as he repeats me.
“Within reason… I mean, I’m not a big fan of butt stuff.”
Mateo’s face drops to the mattress and he laughs so hard he shakes the bed. “That’s not at all what I meant.”
“Then yeah, I’m all yours the minute I get back from Janelle’s office.”
He squints at me like he’s contemplating the offer. “Deal. But I’m coming with you.”
“You don’t have to, I’m just going running down to Napa.”
“At the risk of sounding like a caveman, I’m not letting you out of my sight. The whole point of having me around is to keep you safe in case Captain Douche Canoe shows up again.”
“Well, not the whole point,” I say, raising an eyebrow at him and pushing against his chest.
He lets me go but gives my ass a smack as I hop out of bed. “You’re killing me in those little shorts,” he groans.
I pull them up a little higher as I walk toward the bathroom, and from the look on his face, it’s pure torture. “Oh, these?” I laugh.
“Keep teasing, Jules,” he warns.
“Yes, sir,” I say in my breathiest voice.
Mateo groans as I shut the door and I almost feel bad, but I’ll make it up to him later.
“Oh! Your dad went home,” I call through the door.
“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.” Mateo’s voice is muffled but getting closer. “He doesn’t like to be babied. He only put up with it because you’re his favorite.”
I peek my head out the door, “Am I really his favorite?” I grin at Mateo as he saunters toward me.
“Oh, without a doubt. He loves you way more than he loves Javi and I.”
“He said he’s going to paint your room and you have to find somewhere else to sleep.”
“Subtle,” Mateo mutters.
“That’s what I said!” I laugh. “If you want to stay here, I might have a spot you can squeeze into.”
“Oh, yeah?” Mateo leans on the door frame as I plug in my curling iron.
“Yeah, but it’s real tight.”
“You’re killing me,” Mateo chuckles, leaning down like he’s going to kiss me but stops within a millimeter of my lips. “I’m going to get you back later, you know that right?”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I tell him, lifting up on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss before pushing him back out of the bathroom.
I turn on my curling iron, and while it heats up, I brush on some mascara. I throw some waves in my hair and call it good. They’ll probably fall flat by lunch, but whatever.
I dig my favorite silk Furstenberg wrap dress out of the closet. That’s an easy pick, but I have a raging internal debate over my underwear. I hold up a very practical and appropriate plain black bra next to a strappy mesh one. One says, “It’s Tuesday and I’m going to see my lawyer.” The other says, “I’ve been a bad, bad girl, please punish me, daddy.”