Chapter 40
“Perfect, and a bottle of that,” I respond after confirming they have Mo?t. I hang up and flop on his chest. “Gideon, I’m ruined.” I breathe. “That was another level.”
His lips lightly press on the top of my head. “If you want to call me G,” he softly says, playing with my hair, “you can. Everyone close to me does.”
My heart warms. “G,” I whisper and squeeze him.
“I’m going to give you a nickname,” he says, combing his fingers through my hair. “The perfect one hasn’t come to me yet.”
We hold this embrace for a few minutes before I excuse myself to the bathroom to freshen up.
I return in the plush hotel robe and ask, “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”
“Why did you put a robe on?” he asks, ignoring my question.
“I’m living my peak hotel sex-life fantasy.”
He’s still lying naked and spread eagle on the bed. Gideon’s body is a fucking work of art. Every single muscle is cut and defined. His legs, which I have not been giving enough praise to, are thick and just wow. And this man says I own him. Shit. Life could be so much worse.
Crawling back into his chest, which is too smooth, I ask, “Do you wax?”
“It’s a necessity, trust me.”
Giggling, I tangle my feet and legs with his and cuddle close. Everything about this feels right. Everything about him is right.
“We’re boarding at two p.m. tomorrow,” he says, combing my hair with his fingers. “We can explore around town tonight … Or we could keep exploring each other.”
“Option B.” I smirk, and he tightens his grip.
We nearly doze off and are both startled by the knock at the door.
“Food,” I say, half asleep.
“Fuel.” He kisses my cheek before sliding on his shirt and jeans to answer the door.
I laugh, thinking about the implication that we are going to go all night. Rolling a cart into our bedroom, it’s clear we ordered enough to refuel.
“Champagne, please.”
Gideon expertly pops the cork, pours me a glass, then pours himself one.
“Go put a robe on and live these hotel dreams with me.” He smiles and goes into the bathroom. Emerging with a robe on, we are peak lounging. “What time is it anyway?”
He taps his phone on the nightstand. “Nine o’clock.” His eyes rake over me, watching me devour my burger.
Gideon loosens the tie of my robe, and his hand snakes between the fabric and my skin. “Keep refueling,” he says and squeezes my breast. “There’s so much more for me to do to you.”
I place my burger in front of his mouth. “Two-way street,” I flirt, and he takes a bite.
A soft smile is glued to his face as we eat through our room service order.
“What?” I finally ask, and he cocks his head, not knowing what I’m asking. “What’s the little smile about?”
“I like that you’re a champagne and burger kind of person.” He refills my flute and feeds me a fry. “You’re a happy little chameleon that’s up for anything.”
“Just a small-town girl who went to the big city.”
“I want to know more about what you like,” he says, leaning in close and biting my lip.
“Like sexually?”
“Yeah. Tell me what you like. What your boundaries are.”
“I’m a chameleon.” I shrug. “Not that obsessed with anal stuff but can be motivated to do it.”
He chuckles. “What about pain?”
“I’m into it.”
“Have you explored that area?”
“Sort of. Like the stuff we’ve done is all good. I’ve never had my ass paddled or a ball gag in my mouth.”
“Would you want that?”
I flash him an awkward smile. “I don’t think so.”
“What do you want?”
He can be so direct. “I’d like to do the daddy thing every now and again. Not all the time, though.”
He nods. “I like to switch it up too. I don’t think we are going to have any trouble balancing worship and punishment.”
“If we do character work …” I hesitate, getting a little nervous talking about this, “I want it to be a whole scene. Like a production. We need the right ambiance, outfits, roles, and all of it.”
“Give me an example.” He leans in to kiss my neck.
“Like if we had sex in your office.” I pause, breathing heavily as his tongue sucks and licks along my neck. “I’d want to show up unannounced and have really sexy lingerie under a jacket.”
“I’d like that.” He breathes on my sensitive skin before biting the back of my shoulder. “Keep telling me about it.”
“I’d want to be the one in charge, telling you how I want to be fucked, and you would be nervous and tell me we can’t do it while you’re at work.”
His hands slide my robe off my shoulders, and the material pools at my hips. “G!” I gasp as his mouth makes its way to my breast, flicking my nipple and kissing the skin around it.
“You turn me on.” His eyes meet mine, and I know he wants to fuck me again.