“It sounds lovely.” Because really, what else could I say after that description?
“Not that we’ll need the second bedroom,” Brysen whispered in my ear as we followed her to our suite. “Because there isn’t a chance in hell I’m sleeping without you next to me.”
This weekend wasn’t going at all how I’d pictured when I agreed to Brysen’s plan. I had figured on a few kisses here and there to sell our story, but not orgasms and sharing a bed. And when he told me he’d handle the travel details, I hadn’t expected a private jet, helicopter ride to the resort, and an upgrade to the penthouse suite. I’d never been pampered this way before. It was official: my fake boyfriend far surpassed my real ex-boyfriend—in all things, including his orgasm-giving abilities. A fact I was looking forward to him proving again in the near future.
Chapter 5
Brysen
The look of wonder on Elisa’s face as she explored the penthouse was worth every penny. Not that it put a dent in my bank account, but I’d pay anything to see her happiness.
“I placed the information packet for Ms. Young’s retreat and hotel information on the desk. Please let us know if you’d like the fire lit or have any other needs. Is there anything else I can get for you?” Katie inquired.
I opened my mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a yell from another room.
“Holy cow! You could fit an elephant in here!”
I chuckled and tipped Katie before escorting her to the door. “We’re all set for now. Thank you.”
When she was gone, I grabbed our bags and took them to the master bedroom, placing them on the king-sized bed. I pictured Elisa lying there, wrapped in a sheet, looking flushed and well fucked. I shook my head to scatter the image. There would be time for that later. I would make sure of it.
I went searching for my girl and found her reclining in an empty, deep soaker tub situated in front of a large picture window. She was staring out at the view of the snowcapped mountains with tiny little skiers flying down the slopes.
She must have heard my approach because she turned and quickly scrambled from the tub, launching herself into my arms. “This is amazing! Thank you, Brysen. I’ve never been pampered like this.”
I squeezed her close and took her mouth in a deep kiss before whispering, “Get used to it.” Elisa leaned back, her smile becoming a little shy.
“You...um, said something about begging.” She looked away, the most adorable pink flush spreading across her cheeks. “I won’t beg you to stop if you...you know, want to test that theory right now.”
And just like that, I was burning from the inside out, my cock painfully hard. It took everything I had not to haul her to the bed and make good on my promise, but I’d glanced at the itinerary before we arrived and knew there was a company pow-wow scheduled to start soon with a late lunch after. Douchebag may not be any competition, but I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to make sure everyone knew Elisa was mine.
There would be free hours for recreation before dinner, and I wanted to take Elisa out on the slopes. I had it all planned. I was going to surprise her with a new outfit. I’d had top of the line ski gear and clothes delivered and I couldn’t wait to see her bundled up like my sexy little snow bunny. I’ll admit, the thought of a short make out session on a ski lift might have crossed my mind as well.
After a few more kisses, I reminded her of her work obligations and enjoyed it when she sighed in disappointment. I silently gloated as I led her back to the bedroom where her surprise waited. I was afraid she would protest, but she squealed with delight and I couldn’t help the pride puffing up my chest. I knew Elisa wasn’t after my money, so her excitement at seeing my present filled me with content happiness.
“Get ready and I’ll meet you in the front room with a drink before we head down.”
She gathered her things and practically danced into the bathroom. Knowing her naked body was just on the other side of that door slowed me down considerably. I changed my clothes, left the bedroom to make us each a martini, and used the opportunity for a quick phone call, arranging for something I hoped to need before we left Monday morning.
Elisa joined me just as I hung up the phone and my tongue fell out of my mouth. Her white, fitted pants and jacket had dark blue piping, accentuating her long, lithe body. They were paired with knee-high, white boots and a hood, both lined with fur. The white, turtleneck sweater underneath molded to all the right places. I knew Jackass would be drooling and for a moment, I considered not letting anyone else see her like that. But I wouldn’t take away her opportunity to shove his stupidity in his face, nor for me to make it very clear she was off limits.