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Yeah, I know that’s a strange thought to replay over and over in my mind as I lead the way off the elevator. The dogs rush to greet us, and I’m still rationalizing taking my best friend to my bed.
Kayla makes a beeline for the dog sitter. I hang back and kneel beside Ava. The Shepard rolls on her back, offering her belly for a rub. I oblige while I try to reclaim the surge of confidence I felt in the suite.
I gave Kayla one hell of an orgasm. For a second, I think she forgot we were in public. The way she cried out …
Ava nudges my hand with her wet nose, and I realize I’ve stopped petting the pup, too lost in the replay of Kayla’s movements. I start scratching again.
I’ve wanted Kayla for a long time. There’s a freedom in admitting that now. But we never crossed the line until tonight. I knew exactly what I was doing. Even if it turns out to be a disaster, I knew.
What about Kayla? Was she delivering my all-time fantasy? Was she playing a part? The role of my eager fiancée so the server would call the gossip magazines and report we locked the door to the suite?
Or did she just want to fuck me?
Yeah, I know she would object to my language. But I spent the entire limo ride from Brooklyn holding her close to my side while I replayed what happened in the suite.
Kayla walked into one of my wildest sexual fantasies and took off her clothes.
We broke every rule we wrote for ourselves. Almost all. There’s still the rule about ending this together. But how the hell do we go back to being friends now that I know what she sounds like when she comes?
“Gavin?”
I look up. How long have I been staring at her blissed-out dog, absentmindedly scratching her belly?
“I sent your assistant home,” she says. “She said goodnight, but you were so focused on Ava that you didn’t respond.”
“I was thinking.”
Kayla lowers down to the ground. The terrier pup climbs into her lap before a cat dares to claim it. “Having second thoughts about sex in the suite?” she asks softly.
“No.” I wouldn’t have followed another path. That doesn’t change the fact that I walked off the elevator without a plan. Sure, we talked about moving our naked party to my bed. But Kayla isn’t like any other woman I’ve brought home. I can’t formulate a game plan that starts with her removing her clothes and ends with my best friend beneath me, screaming my name again.
Ave nudges my arm again and I glance at the dog.
“Do they need to go out again?” I ask.
“They went for a walk an hour ago. The animals are all set for the night.” She takes my hand and pulls it away from Ava. Then she shifts Cleveland off her lap and stands, drawing me up with her.
“Do you need a stroll before we test out your bed? Maybe a little sex in the fresh air? The chance of being caught again? Maybe on camera with your pants down?”
Her voice is playful, matching the glint in her eyes. But damn, her words are casting a spell on my cock. I won’t deny that. The picture she’s painting turns me on.
I shake my head. “Kayla, if you thought that was something you had to do to sell this plan to the press—”
“I didn’t,” she interrupts. “If that was our goal, we could have tried the fake sex noises again. I wanted you.” She releases my hand. “I still do. And there’s no one watching us now.”
“No one,” I confirm.
She nods and then takes a step backward. The pack of dogs follows her every move. Hell, I am too, although I’m betting our goals are different. They’d like to see their mistress head for their food dish. I’m wondering if she’ll sprint to my bedroom.
Kayla spins on her heel and dances through the living room. Her shirt hits the dining room table as she rounds the corner, spinning and laughing as if what we’re doing here won’t impact our world.
Maybe she’s right.
“I win,” I say to the dogs as I strip off my suit. Cleveland grabs my discarded pants by the belt and drags them to his bed. He can keep them. But shit, what if he swallows a piece of leather? He could require a midnight trip to the pet emergency room.
Wearing only my boxers, I cross the living room and tug my pants from his mouth. “My belt isn’t your consolation prize.”
I carry my clothes to my office, sl
