Chapter 17
Destiny's Eve
Their last night together, and Josh had big plans.
Neither of them was going to sleep if he could help it.
They lingered over a sunset dinner at the hotel’s restaurant, where, of course, they spotted Neil with yet another buxom companion.
Lexi suggested it wasn’t Neil switching partners, but instead, the women bolted after getting a dose of his greasy personality.
They shared a good laugh over the ridiculousness that was Neil Afton.
It occurred to Josh that if there was a way they could keep their relationship going, they might one day look back on the Neil sightings and laugh all over again at the inside joke only they shared.
They’d enjoyed a bottle of top-shelf champagne during dinner, and once the meal was over, they retired to Lexi’s suite with another unopened bottle of bubbly in hand. Josh stashed it in the fridge, and she climbed into his lap the moment he sat on the couch.
“What do you want to do?”
He wound his arms around her. “To you? So many things.”
“Any fantasies you’d like me to fulfill, sir?” She ground her ass down on his crotch, the minx.
Oh hell yeah.
She gave him a cute little smirk. “Judging by the look in your eyes, I’m guessing that’s a yes. Where do we start?”
He was already hard. Salivating would soon follow.
“You know that black mesh thing you wear over your bathing suit?” She nodded as if she knew exactly where he was going with this—maybe because he’d already floated it out there the day they’d driven the coast. “I want you to put that on—with nothing else underneath—along with those black spiky heels. Then I want you to show it off for me.”
“That’s pretty specific,” she laughed.
“I’ve been dreaming about it since the first day I saw you wearing it. Think you can fulfill that fantasy for me, baby girl?”
“I’m on it.” She slid from his lap and paused on her way to the bathroom to turn on every lamp in the room. Before he could ask about the lights, she gave him a sex-kitten look over her shoulder. “This way you can see everything your filthy heart desires.”
And his filthy heart had many, many desires when it came to his Lexi.
Wait. If he could see, so could everyone else. He stood and rearranged himself, so stiff he could barely walk. “I’m closing the curtains.” His movements jerky, he yanked them a little too hard, almost destroying one rod.
Fidgeting, he made himself sit on the couch and wait for Lexi.
What the fuck was up with him? He didn’t ask women to do shit like this.
Then again, he couldn’t recall having so many fantasies in such vivid color before.
Lexi stirred them up inside him like a wasps’ nest that had just been whacked with a bat.
He also never bought them gifts like the one he’d bought her today. Dinner pitched in his stomach as he thought about giving it to her.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom, he held on to his breath.
She executed a languid pirouette, giving him time to take it all in.
Lexi was more beautiful every time he saw her, and right now she was sex on steroids wrapped in a jaw-dropping shell.
Her creamy skin teased him under the mesh, the fabric both hiding and revealing every inch of her perfect body.
The come-fuck-mes with their little black bows tied around her ankles completed the outfit to drool-worthy perfection.
She walked toward him silently, stopped, and angled toward the kitchenette where the fridge and honor bar stood. Here, she pulled out a shooter of Woodford Reserve, which she held up and shook by the neck.
“Yes,” he croaked. “Please.” He needed something to coat his parched throat.
Taking her sweet time, she pulled out a glass, added ice, and cascaded the amber liquid over the cubes. Whether she realized it or not, every time she moved this way or that, she gave him a view of her from every possible angle. His cock stood at full attention to salute her.
When she brought him his drink, she tossed her auburn waves back and bent down, and he got an eye-popping look down the front of the garment—as if he needed the reminder that she didn’t have a stitch on under it.
“See anything you care to touch?” she purred in his ear.
“Everything,” he rasped. His tongue barely worked.
“Hold that thought.” She sashayed back to the kitchenette, giving him an eyeful of her jiggling ass through the peekaboo fabric.
She retrieved the champagne bottle from the fridge; he was too spellbound to offer to open it until she’d popped the cork herself and poured the pale liquid into a flute.
Her movements were deliberate, unrushed, calculated, and he was captivated by every single one.
When she returned, she stood close enough for him to reach every part of her, and he gripped his bourbon while his free hand availed itself and roamed its way under the cover-up. Fuck, she felt so good!
Occasionally, she stepped back and sipped the bubbly in various poses so he could get a full frontal or back view of his “fantasy.” He was so fucking turned on he couldn’t even sip his drink.
He was trying his damnedest to come across as one of those cool customers he’d seen in strip clubs, seemingly unaffected by a scantily clad dancer, but he was failing miserably because the woman was Lexi, and something else was at play.
She sat beside him, partially facing him, and sipped her drink. His brain came on board, and he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small turquoise box. “I bought you something today.”
Her eyes went round. “Why?”
“So you’ll remember me.” He opened the box and held it out to her in his palm.
Her fingers flew to her mouth. “Oh, Josh! Th-that’s too generous. I can’t accept it.”
“Yes, you can. First, though, do you like it?”
Now her hand covered her heart, and tears welled in her eyes. “I love it.”
Satisfaction spread like warm molasses through him. “Then turn around, baby. Let me put it on you.” He extracted the necklace and pendant made of white gold while she turned away and swept her hair over her shoulder. The pendant was in the shape of a scallop shell and had a ruby mounted in it.
After he’d closed the clasp, she put down her flute and covered the pendant with her fingers. “What kind of stone is this?”
“It’s a ruby, for July. I wanted something that represented the month we met, and the shell … it reminded me of Destiny’s beaches.”
“When did you have time to get it?”
“Remember when I said I needed to check with the hostess about our table for tonight? I lied. I snuck over to the jewelry shop instead.”
She turned and buried her face in his neck, a soft sniffle escaping. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you so much, but you shouldn’t have done it.”
He wound his arms around her and held her close, stroking her hair. “Yeah, I should have. You’ve given me the most incredible week of my life.” It was true. He wanted to say more, but a wedge formed in his throat.
They held each other for long moments. Finally, Lexi pulled back, a half-smile curving her gorgeous mouth. “I think I need more champagne.”
His gaze scoured her thoroughly, and the blood drained from his head to his crotch once more. His priorities shifted right along with it.
She took a sip from her flute. “What’s next on the agenda?”
“I have another fantasy I want to try,” he choked. He took a big gulp of his bourbon, barely registering the burn on its way to his stomach.
She tipped back the flute and swallowed more of the champagne. He watched it move down the creamy column of her neck. “Does it involve me in this outfit?” She made a sweeping gesture with her hand.
He cleared his throat. “No. You’re naked, except for the necklace and the shoes. I’m naked too.”
She tapped her chin. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”
The lights in the suite were all turned off, and the lanai where they sat was plunged into darkness.
A midnight canopy stretched overhead, freckled with stars.
No moon shone tonight, and the vault above was inky, foreboding.
Around them, the air buzzed with insects and people still moving about the hotel.
The fragrant smell of star jasmine wafted on a gentle breeze.
On the lounger, Josh lay on his back with Lexi straddling him.
They were naked except for her heels, the pendant between her breasts, and a sheet she’d pulled from the linen closet which she held up like a cape.
No one could see them beneath the sheet if they bothered to look, but he could see her pale skin glowing in the dim light.
He loved this view of Lexi, on full display for his eyes only, her tits right there where he could tease them with his hands or his mouth, and that landing strip beckoning from where her juncture snugged against his pelvis.
If she tipped her body back or lifted it a few inches, he could slide in a finger and place his thumb in that sweet spot that made her tremble and fall apart.
And the best part? He could see the pleasure he gave her play out on her beautiful face.
Every time she squeezed her eyes shut, moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, or parted her mouth so her needy sighs and whimpers could escape—he had a front-row seat to it all.
God, he would miss this. The images had to last so he could keep them with him, pulling them up when his own need grew too strong and he had to release his frustration. Fuck. Would he be able to take hot showers in Russia?
Shut it.
Tonight it’s you and Lexi. Only Lexi.
Lexi. Lexi. Lexi.
Right now she was giddy and giggling, wriggling on top of him as she tried to keep the sheet in place.
Whether it was the champagne or the excitement of being a very naughty girl or both, he hadn’t a clue.
Didn’t care. He had compartmentalized the Russia question and let himself go, enjoying himself too much now to give a fuck.
“They’re going to see,” she hissed.