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“Jesus, Dad.”
“We both agreed to do our research, consult with the experts, and have all the information before we talked to you kids. I’m going to go see her before my next procedure. We can talk about this more later. I’ll fill you in on everything I know.”
“Okay. Mom kicked me out to go spend time with Stella.”
He stops and frowns at me. “Who’s Stella?”
I grin. “The most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Sounds like we have plenty to talk about later.”
“Later,” I agree and walk away.
I leave my car with the valet at the resort, walk into the lobby, and pull out my phone to call Stella.
“Well, hello there,” she purrs in my ear.
“Where are you?”
“The resort.”
“Good, because I am, too. What room?”
“You’re in luck. I just finished my massage and am walking up to my room. Forty-three twelve.”
“I’m on my way.”
I click off and head for the bank of elevators. When the car comes, I press the fourth floor and lean against the back wall. I don’t know what it is about elevators, but I’ve wanted to fuck Stella in one since the minute I saw her.
The doors open, and I walk down the hall toward Stella’s room, seeing the woman herself, dressed in a resort robe, about to unlock her door.
“Excellent timing, indeed.”
She raises her head at my voice and smiles, obviously happy to see me.
“You look…delicious,” she decides.
“And you look…rested.”
She laughs and brushes her fingertips over her face. “Do I have massage bed face? I always get creases from that cradle they use. But, honestly, it felt so good, I don’t even care.”
After unlocking the door, I follow her inside, feeling mildly surprised.
It’s a simple space with only a king-sized bed and a step-down to a lounging area that looks out to the lake.
“Why do you look perplexed?” she asks as she steps out of her slippers.
“It’s a regular room. Not a suite.”
“I don’t need a suite. Do you think I need one?”
“No, not at all. It just surprised me that you didn’t go for the fancier room.”
“Why?”
I fold my arms over my chest and smile at her. “Because you’re the woman who arranged for a private jet with a simple phone call yesterday.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m frivolous,” she replies. “Yes, my family is wealthy, but I don’t spend money simply for the sake of spending it.”
“That’s not what I was trying to imply.” I continue smiling at her. “It was just a surprise, that’s all.”
“Maybe I like keeping you on your toes,” Stella suggests and unties the robe, letting it fall open, teasing me with just a peek at her soft skin. The terrycloth covers her breasts, but I can see her pierced navel, and when I step forward, she shrugs off the robe and lets it fall to puddle around her feet.
Her eyes don’t leave mine. Her confidence is so fucking sexy. She takes my breath away.
“What are you thinking?”
“What?” My eyes move to hers. She’s already breathing hard. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are glassy.
“When you look at me like that,” she clarifies and swallows hard. “What are you thinking?”
I don’t touch her. Not yet. I lean in and whisper in her ear, “You, Stella. I’m thinking about you. And all the ways I want to make you scream my name.”
Her gasp is audible, and I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I need to touch her more than I need anything else. Her skin is still slick from massage oil.
“You have better hands than the guy who gave me the massage.”
I raise an eyebrow. “The guy?”
She smirks. “Yes. The guy. Don’t worry, this is an upstanding resort. He was perfectly professional.”
The thought of any man with his hands on her, professional or otherwise, makes my blood boil.
“Are you seriously jealous of a massage therapist?”
“Lie down.” It isn’t a request, it’s an order, and she does as I ask, climbing onto the bed and then covering her body with the blankets.
“It’s chilly in here,” she explains.
“You won’t be cold for long.”
I tug my sweater over my head and then remove my pants and underwear in one quick motion before joining her in the bed and pulling her close to me. She drapes one leg over my hip and cups my cheek as I kiss her, long and slow.
“You know,” I say before nipping her jawline. “This room was a good idea, after all.”
Stella pushes me onto my back and then straddles me, grinding herself over my cock, moving back and forth and spreading her wetness all over it.
“No need to be quiet here,” she agrees. Her hips pull back, and she takes me inside her and sits in one smooth motion. Stilling, fully seated, she simply squeezes her muscles around me.
“Fuck, I’ll go cross-eyed.”
“I hope not,” she says with a laugh and leans over to kiss me. “It wouldn’t be a good look on you.”
