The seam of my jeans rub and I succumb, giving into him, and come. A moan, the only credit offered him for giving me such pleasure. It seems to be enough as he lays heavy on top of me, relaxed, and happy. A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he laughs lightly. “We just made out like teenagers.”
While he rests his head on my chest I run my fingers through his hair lackadaisically. “Yes, we did. I liked it.”
When he lifts up, he looks me in the eyes, and says, “I liked it, too.”
I caress his cheek and smile, admiring how his face looks even more handsome when calm and relaxed. “You’re very charming, Jack Dalton.”
“Not always. I want a redo on how things ended last night.”
“I thought we just did or re-did?”
The right side of his mouth curls up, his brow rising with it. Pushing up and off of me, he stands at the end of the couch and offers me a hand. “You came back?”
He pulls me to my feet, our bodies landing together as we stand. “I really had no choice. You sent me bacon… and I had a bra in need of ripping. By the way, I’m a bit disappointed about it still being in one piece.” I drag a finger down his nose and tap him on the chin before I slip to the side and head for the bathroom.
“Ripping can be arranged. I thought you might be running low on bras in your suitcase though. So the sacrifice was made on my part because I chose to be a gentleman, but we can change that now if you’d like.”
“You’re so cocky,” I say, laughing.
Just before I close the bathroom door, I hear him call from the living room. “That’s what they all say.”
“Ha!” I just bet they do since that cock of his is not lacking in any way, shape, or form.
“I choose to stay out of the limelight. Ironic, considering the name of my company.” ~Holliday Hughes
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, walking out of the bathroom to find Holliday sprawled under the sheet on the bed. She, at least, had the courtesy to leave her tits exposed for me.
“I’m sleepy.” She acts dramatic, putting the back of her hand against her forehead and sighing. “You wore me out.”
“And here I thought we were just getting started.”
Her head pops up. “What? Started. No. I’m too tired. After last night and then, you know, the teenage make-out session we just did in there… I need rest. You don’t?”
“I always need sleep, but I’ve gotten used to the lack of it over the years.” I climb into bed next to her. The long night taking its toll on me. I wrap my arm around her, her skin soft and warm against mine as she snuggles close.
“What time did you return to the room last night?” She tilts her face toward mine, her eyes wide with innocence, so unsuspecting. I fucking love it.
“Right before I ordered you breakfast.”
Her body tenses momentarily and I know her mind is searching, trying to determine what time that might be. Her heavy gulp gives her away. “Thank you for doing that. You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to. I’m glad I did. Honestly, I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Me too,” she says with a soft laugh. Her tone changes. “So you were out all night?”
She tries to put some distance between us, but I hold her tighter. “It’s not what you think. I wasn’t with another woman.” When I feel her body relax, I explain more, but just enough to keep her in the dark a little longer. I like how things are too much to ruin it. “It was business, strictly business. But part of that business is going out, so we went to a few clubs.”
“Going out to clubs? So you bust minors all over Vegas? I thought you only worked for this hotel.”
I stroke her hair back and kiss her forehead. “My job is complicated. Hey, I thought you were tired?”
Her fingertips scrape lightly across my chest, drawing figure eights, which reminds me of her tattoo and how fucking sexy it is on the curve of her waist. Definitely unexpected from how I first sized her up at the bar—defensive and a little prissy, but a cool calm surfaced once she let her guard down. Her feisty attitude was unexpected in more ways than I first imagined… all in good ways.
She yawns, then says, “I am tired and don’t have enough brain cells right now to work through complicated, so I choose sleep.”
“Ugh!” My eyes bolt open and start burning from the lack of sleep as something hits me in the stomach, waking me from my dreams.
“Get up, you lazy fuck.” Dex says, walking toward the door. “We have soun—”
“Shh!” I don’t know what time it is, but I recognize the annoying voice. Holliday stirs, her breath shows she’s teetering between sleep and awake. I have more plans for her before she leaves, so I want her to sleep for now. I whisper, “I don’t know how you got in here, but get the fuck out, Dex.”