After an hour of trying on jackets, sweaters, and shawls, Baylee finally decided on a lemon-yellow cardigan with ribbed cuff and hem.
“You like it?” she asked as she spun around, modeling it.
Axe, hunkered down on a cushioned ottoman, nodded. “I like you in anything. I’m just trying to figure out why it took you an hour to decide on it.”
Laughing, she went over to him and mussed up his hair with her hand. Bending low to his ear, she whispered, “I love you.” She ambled away, sweater in hand.
Axe watched as she waited in line to pay for the purchase. If he lived several lifetimes, he’d never understand women. He rose in one fluid motion and joined her at the cash register, the sales woman staring at Axe with interest. When he handed her the money, she brushed his palm with her fingers. Glancing at her, she smiled broadly, her eyes shining. While he was waiting for the receipt, he helped Baylee on with her sweater. Baylee kissed his jaw, muttering, “Thank you” against it.
The saleswoman handed Axe his receipt and mouthed the words, “Call me.” Axe looked at the receipt and saw a number scribbled on it. Snorting, he wadded up the paper and pitched it in the trash bin then, with his arm around his woman, he walked out.
As they trekked the three blocks back to the hotel, Axe realized a few short months before, he would’ve taken the sales clerk up on her offer and banged her. With Baylee in his life, he couldn’t think of being with any woman but her. The idea of being with one woman after years of fucking so many comforted him. Baylee was all he wanted and needed, and that stunned the hell out of him.
The striking rhythm of a BB King song drifted in the soft breeze as the couple passed a jazz bar. During tourist season, the bars were packed, and the shops on West Main stayed open until late in the night. A block before the hotel, Axe noticed a bakery and coffee shop.
“Let’s stop in here for a minute.” He opened the door for Baylee.
A few minutes later they exited, Axe carrying a small bakery box containing a three-layered white cake with white frosting. Winking at Baylee, he said, “When my woman wants something, I get it for her.”
“You’re crazy sometimes.” She looped her arm in his.
“I’m always crazy for you.” He tugged her next to him.
Back at their suite, Axe order two bottles of champagne with room service, and two toiletries bags with housekeeping. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Baylee kicked off her high heels, rubbing her feet and groaning in pleasure. Axe chuckled as she massaged them.
“Men should be made to wear these for one day. I bet you guys couldn’t last a half hour in them.” Baylee flexed her foot.
Axe’s chuckles deepened into full-on laughter as he padded to the door. Room service set the two champagne glasses and bottles on the table. When they left, he gazed at Baylee.
“Come over by me.” His voice was deep and sensual.
As she came over, he took off his shirt and boots then opened one of the champagne bottles, pouring it into the glasses. Baylee took hers, and her eyes, brimming with tenderness and passion, met his.
“To us,” she said softly as she clinked her glass against his.
“Fuck yeah.”
He drained his glass then looked her over seductively before tugging her to him. Setting her glass on the table, he gathered her into his arms, holding her snugly. Baylee buried her face against the corded muscles of his chest. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he tipped her head back and took her mouth savagely. Their tongues stroked each other’s, their passion building. Baylee threw her arms around his neck, pushing his head closer to hers, their bodies melding together.
Axe pulled the zipper down on the back of her dress while the pads of his fingers smoothly glided down her spine until they landed right above the curve of her ass. Breathing heavily, he ground his hardness against Baylee, her small moans setting him on fire. Afraid he was going to shoot his load in his pants, he pulled away, then guided Baylee to the couch. She slipped out of her dress and stood before him in a rose lace bra, matching panties, and thigh-highs. He groaned and nestled his face in her cleavage.
She fell onto the couch, and he dropped down beside her.
“What about the cake?” she asked, grazing his jawline with her finger.
Eyes smoldering, Axe took the cake out of the box, broke off a piece, and placed it in her mouth. Her lips closed around his fingers and she sucked on them, her eyes locking with his. He slid his wet fingers from her soft mouth then trailed them down to her tits and tweaked her beaded nipple. Her gasp went straight to his cock.
“That’s good cake,” she said against his cheek. She scooped some frosting on her finger, placing a dollop on his lips, then licked it up. “So good.”