The night proceeds with one exploration after another, in almost every room of the suite. I’ve never had this much fun in my entire life. We have some special fun in the jacuzzi, which is a sentence I feel like a lot of people have said before. Fabian has me hold on to the edges and tells me to let my body float. The clever boy puts his mouth on my pussy, licking me and kissing me, to bring me back up to yet another heated orgasm, the likes of which I never thought possible.
Later, in the bed, both of us naked and damp, we kiss and kiss some more. I love that he can keep kissing me and never seems to get tired of it. Soon, he cradles me in his arms as we drift off to sleep and I’m grateful that he turns down my offer to call myself a cab. “I don't have to sleep here if you’d rather I didn’t,” I say.
“My little petal, I will always have room for you in my bed. Now sleep.”
I don’t tell him that nobody has ever called me “little” before. It’s a sweet thought that I keep locked up in my heart.
I fall asleep in his golden arms, his kisses gentle on my bare shoulder, his stubble and tousled hair tickling my skin.
I want nothing more than to stay awake and talk to him all night. I try, I really do. But I’m so thoroughly fucked, so spent, so deliciously worn out, my brain and my body force me to shut down for those few precious hours.
It’s the happiest, best sleep of my life.
Chapter 7
Hugo
A sane man would have never allowed himself a one night stand,
I hated to leave her.
But I had to.
I am a shameful, terrible person.
A flower and a note? What kind of a cad makes such intense love to a woman and leaves her with a flower and a note, and no hope of ever contacting her again?
I am hauled away in handcuffs and tossed into the back of an FBI van. As we drive away to my destiny, I think I see her in the distance, enjoying breakfast with her friends and her found family.
I hope someday, someone can give her a family of her own, and be there to raise children with her. God knows it won’t be me. It can’t be me. Even if I ever get released from prison, I was not made for that life.
Chapter 8
Laney
I’m sipping my juice at the hotel breakfast buffet when I notice the police cars pull up to the marina. Stella cranes her neck to see what’s going on.
“Someone’s getting dragged away in handcuffs,” she says.
I squint, but I can’t see who it is. It’s a huge marina and it could be anything.
Besides, I’m too busy looking at the tiger lily that Fabian left on my pillow with the note. The note, which I’ve stuffed into my pocket, contained the most elegant penmanship of anyone I’ve ever met.
Whatever happens, I do hope our paths cross again one day. And if they don’t, we’ll always have this memory. You gave me the best night of my life, and I will always treasure you, Laney, my jewel.
Cynthia points her fork at the flower that rests on the table next to my plate. Her forkful of waffle drips syrup on the table. Stella clucks at her and helps her dab it off the linen tablecloth.
“Where did you get that flower, Auntie Laney?”
I smile at the curious little girl and her sister and tell them the truth. “My date gave it to me last night.”
The two girls’ jaws drop and their eyes pop widely at me. “You had a date?” they say in unison.
I laugh. “Yes I did. And he was a perfect gentleman.”
The little one turns to face Luke. “Daddy, I want to go on a date, too!”
Luke nearly chokes on his bacon and I have to put down my juice before I blow it out my nose with laughter.