Page 115 of Rush (White Lace 1)


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“It’s still locked.” She pulled at the handle with impatience.

I had put a lock on the door the day I’d decided on my surprise. It was the only way I could get her to keep her nose out.

I left her in the hallway and headed into our bedroom, grabbing the key from a pair of socks in the top drawer of the dresser. Holding it up, I returned. “Are you ready?”

She nodded vigorously, her teeth gleamed at me from within her wide smile.

I stood behind her, letting my body graze the back of hers. My breath was heavy against her ear. She shivered. The fact that I could still elicit such a visceral reaction after all this time was a boost to my ego, and my heart. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of Everly Parker. And the surprise inside this room just meant we could spend even more time together, wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing, crying—well, Everly might cry—and suppressing our desire for as long as our bodies could hold out.

I placed my hand across her eyes and whispered, “Keep them closed.”

I reached forward, unlocking the door, then pushed it open. Guiding us inside, I kept my grip across her face and turned on the light with my free hand.

I heard her soft gasp and then she yelled, “Holy crap! We have our own theater.”

I had renovated the bedroom into our own movie theater. I remembered how much she’d loved the theater at my dad’s house. I thought it was the perfect place for us to curl up and relax.

“We don’t have very much spare time together.” Not with me running the hotel, and as soon as she figured out what she was going to do career-wise, we’d have even less time. “I thought I could bring date night to us.”

A sixty-inch television spanned almost one entire wall. Another wall housed my entire collection of DVDs. I’d bought Apple TV so we could access Netflix and iTunes. In the corner, I had even bought her a popcorn machine. Not to mention, I had spent two weeks trying to find the perfect double recliner set that had a removable middle so we could snuggle together.

“It’s awesome. I love it.”

She might like it, but I could see it in her eyes. I studied her face. It wasn’t the elation I was expecting. She was disappointed.

“You don’t like it?” My stomach seized.

“I do.” She lunged at me, wrapping her arms around me. “It’s wonderful. It’s just…I was expecting something else.”

“What were you expecting?” I hadn’t talked about the surprise at all. I had no idea what she could have expected.

She shook her head, not wanting to tell me.

“No way. I went to a lot of trouble to get this done without you knowing. You owe me.”

“I thought…” A blush fell across her face. She was embarrassed. What the hell did she have to be embarrassed about? She tipped her head up and rested her chin on my chest. “I thought it was going to be a sex room.”

“A what?”

“A sex room. You know…” She stepped away and waved her cute, little hand around. “…with like the swing and maybe one of those Liberator things, or some restraint apparatus.” Her face flushed. “Oh, God.” She cradled her face in her hands.

A sex room? This caught me completely off guard. Our sex life had been off the charts over the last six months, despite how busy we were. We’d been experimenting with new things—and watching a lot of porn to keep the ideas coming. No pun intended.

Just because the bucket list was finished didn’t mean I had to stop my mission to bring her pleasure. On the contrary, the game was much more fun when I got to make the rules. I would never get tired of bringing her pleasure and I’d never get tired of the rush I felt every time I made her happy.

I stepped in, placing my hands on her waist. “I’m happy to try whatever you want. I just never thought you’d want a whole…sex room.”

“We’ve just been spending so much time trying different stuff, I thought maybe…” Her shoulders slumped. “Plus, when I came home the other night, Sadie was here.”

I lifted my chin in realization. “She just stopped by to say hello.”

Everly had told me how helpful Sadie had been that day they’d gone to the sex store.

I laughed. “She wasn’t here on a sex toy mission.” If I had been coordinating a sex room, I wouldn’t have needed her help, but I was still shocked by her admission. “So you want a sex room.”

“It’s not like I want one, but I wouldn’t object if one day I came home and there were things to play with.” She grinned.

“Well, we do have a third bedroom.” I winked. I could definitely make it happen if that’s what she wanted. I hugged her close.

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