“Maybe they’re thinking you and I just—”

She jumps to her tiptoes, throwing her hand over my mouth. “Can you stop doing that?”

“I love embarrassing you,” I say into her hand. She lifts it from my mouth. “So cute how you get so scared. Sorry to break it to you, Lauren, but with the way you’re always looking at me, with those wide brown eyes, they all know we’re doing it.”

“Doing it? What are you, a teenager?”

“Well, we did just have sex in the rental,” he laughs.

I press the elevator button to go up. I shouldn’t walk her to the room. We just had a lot of time together, and some space would be good for us to keep our situation clear. The problem is, I want more. Can’t seem to get enough of this girl. When she’s with me, I feel free.

We enter the room that is freshly made, thanks to housekeeping, and I lift the suitcase on top of the dresser.

I raise the bottom of my shirt, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “It’s hot.”

“Yeah. You can use my shower if you want …” Her voice trails off. She wants me to stay.

When I pull the shirt over my head, her eyes go wide. It’s a look I’ll never get sick of.

“Sure thing.”

I finish soaping when she steps into the spray.

“Whatcha doin’, followin’ me in here?” I joke, hardening at her nude, lush body. I grip my dick, unable to stop myself. Can’t wait.

She drops to her knees, maintaining eye contact.

“Fuuuuck,” I curse as her hot mouth envelops me.

13

Lauren

I’m going into Eve’s office in two days, so I’ve decided to spend today and tomorrow just relaxing. Even though I’m on call at the office and I have already gotten about fifteen hysterical messages from Carla, who is covering my desk while I’m gone, I’m able to help her without ever leaving my lounge chair. Nothing in life is perfect, but this comes close.

The pools here at the Milestone are absolutely gorgeous. Around six in the evening, I get a message from Slade that he wants to pick me up. Running back to my room, I change in record time, just casually throwing my hair up and sliding on a T-shirt and jeans. He takes me for a long drive where we enjoy each other’s company and the magnificent mountain views.

Stopping at a small diner off the highway, we sit side by side in the blue booth, unable to take our hands off each other. My head rests against his chest. His thigh presses against mine. He feeds me half of his burger—whole-wheat bun, lettuce, tomato, hold the onion—and I give him half of my chopped salad, kitchen sink. We each have our own waters, but for whatever reason, I keep drinking from his cup. Eating only lasts twenty minutes before he drops some cash on the table and drives us straight back to my room where we don’t even bother to turn off the lights. His body is so amazing. I’ve decided to forget about my own insecurities and just enjoy what it is I’ve been given—this gorgeous man, for a short time.