He shrugs out of his coat and helps me off with mine. “I only packed one black dress. You know the one that has the buttons along the back and comes to above my knee.”
“I know the one. It’s perfect.”
“What about you. Did you bring anything dressy?”
“Suit. It’s in the closet.”
“Oh, which one?” I ask, and walk to the closet to open it. When I do, I see his phone on one of the shelves. The little red light is flashing, indicating he has messages. I take in his dark suit, then shut the door. “I love that one on you.”
“You should. You picked it out.” I turn around to see him, and laugh when I find him standing there stark naked.
“What are you doing?’
He grins at me. “Getting ready for the shower. Why are you still dressed?”
“You definitely don’t waste any time.” I give him a wink.
“If you’re referring to the blow job again, I—”
“I’m not, I’m not,” I say, laughing as I strip down. My god, I love the way he looks at my body, like my curves are sexy and my flaws are non-existent.
“Next time, your mouth is going to get sore from sucking.”
“Oh, is that right?”
I follow him in to the bathroom. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“Too bad, then.”
He turns on the shower, and tests the temperature. Once it’s hot, he reaches for my hand and drags me in.
“Why too bad?” he asks.
“Because if you were going to be fast again, I would have given you another right now, but I guess that can’t happen since we don’t want to miss our reservation.”
“You know you’re going to pay for that, right?” he says and puts me under the spray. The water feels glorious on my chilled skin, but not as nice as his hands do as he washes me.
“What did I do?”
“I never knew you were such a fucking tease.” He shakes his head.
“And I never knew you liked a little kink.”
He swallows. Hard. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out.”
11
Luke
We step off the elevator and I glance around the dimly lit roof top restaurant. Katee’s eyes are big as she takes in the opulence, as well as the view outside the floor-to-ceiling glass wall.
“Nice, huh?” I say, and take her hand in mine.
“This place is amazing.”
The hostess comes up to us and I give our names. She smiles and showcases perfect white teeth. “Ah, you two are the winning honeymoon couple. Congratulations. Please come this way.” We follow her to a quiet table in the corner, overlooking the slopes. “Best seat in the house,” she tells us.