Page 36 of The Plus One

“You scared?”

I looked at him. “Of what?”

“Sleeping next to me.”

“Please.”

“Sound scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Then we good.”

“We are not sleeping together again.”

“I know.”

“For seven nights.”

“I can count.”

“You better stay on your side.”

“Aight.”

“No touching.”

“Aight.”

“No cuddling.”

“Aight.”

“And stop saying aight!”

He laughed as I walked ahead of him. When I opened the door to our suite, I stopped. Rose petals covered the king-sized bed. Two towel swans sat in the middle with their necks shaped into a heart, and a bottle of champagne was chilling beside a card. I picked it up.

Congratulations to the happy couple. Enjoy your romantic stay in Cancún.

I slowly turned toward Ace. He looked at the bed. Then at me. “This is Sierra’s fucking fault.”

Ace busted out laughing. I threw the card at him. “It’s not funny!”

“Kinda is.”

“Ace!”

Seven days. One bed. And a man I’d already slept with once. Cancún was already trying me, and we’d been here less than an hour.

Seven

Ace

I woke up to Kema breaking Rule Number Three. Her warm lips wrapped around my dick, pulling me out of my dreams. As I opened my eyes, I seen her bopping her head up and down slowly. Well shit. Good morning to me.

I grabbed her by the hair and slid my dick deeper down her throat. "Open up Kema."

She stared up at me wide-eyed as I began stroking upward into her mouth. Her lips felt good as fuck sliding up and down my dick. I went deeper, stroking the back of her throat until I felt the slick saliva take over her mouth. When I pulled out of her mouth and the spit fell from it, she stared up at me with a frown on her face.