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Even in the low lighting, I catch her pupils dilating. “O-okay.”
“That’s what I thought.”
With my palm glued to the base of her spine, I get us moving forward. The door to our suite materializes to finally provide a much-needed end to my suffering. I slide the skeleton key into the lock and a loud click announces a successful entry.
“Doris was right. That’s a gratifying sound.”
“She’s a smart cookie.” Grace strides ahead of me. “Don’t dawdle. Our honeymoon awaits, bartender.”
Any witty response dies in my throat as I step inside. “Holy shit. This is a lot of…”
“Pink,” she finishes for me.
That’s the only word to describe this monstrosity. A variation of the frilly color stains everything in sight as if we accidentally stumbled onto the Barbie movie set. Even the knickknacks cluttered on the dresser match the theme. My gaze lowers to the blush carpet that’s covered with a rug before I sweep the rest of the space. The painted walls, curtains, books on a shelf, a chair and stool in the corner, the bedspread with pillows to match, and a fabric crate at the foot of it. All pink. A strawberry milkshake exploding from a blender comes to mind.
“We’ve stepped into the bubble gum fortress,” I mumble.
“This would be a prime location for Pussy in Paradise.” Grace giggles while recalling the fake girls’ night at Roosters.
“Got that right.”
“You missed the best feature.” She points skyward.
I glance at the ceiling and let my jaw go slack. The entire expanse above the bed is mirrored. “Well, damn. Doris might not be that classy after all.”
“At least a little freaky,” Grace agrees.
“Which reminds me.” I strut toward her. “I’m a bit of a freak in the sheets.”
She snorts. “Of course, you are.”
“Are you ready to find out?”
“This”—she motions to our Pepto-Bismol palace—“isn’t a boner killer?”
I prowl into her personal space until our shared body heat simmers. “Just looking at you gets me hard, and my focus is solely on you. Always.”
She gasps when I palm her ass and yank to press our hips flush. There’s no mistaking my reaction to her. Her throat works with a thick swallow. Our eyes meet and hold, her blue depths blending with mine.
“Hi,” Grace whispers.
My thumb roves along the shape of her jaw. There’s so much I want to say but shouldn’t. Rules are meant to bend for a reason.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
A flush races up her slender throat. “Feel free to repeat yourself even if you have.”
“Your beauty freezes time. I’m caught in a trance whenever you walk into a room or just enter my thoughts. You suspend me, soulmate. My ultimate distraction.” The truth spills off my tongue like expensive liquor meant to be savored between us.
She sips at my confessions with a hitched breath. “Must be hard to get anything done.”
“It’s impossible. You don’t steal my attention.” I swoop in for a kiss. “You own it, free of charge.”
“Good grief.” Grace sways into me. “Keep talking like that and my panties will just melt off.”
“The better to eat you out.”
She fans her face. “And you don’t consider yourself romantic.”
