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Once more, she trembled, inviting me to trace her mouth with my tongue. Tremors like that were too much of a turn on. I had to have her tonight. “It’ll be a favor, a break. We’ll blow off some steam, drink champagne, and fuck to our heart’s content.”
Her eyelids burst open. “Andres.”
“What? You’re thinking it too.”
“Yeah, but—” Slight pressure to her throat stopped her in her tracks.
I smiled. “But nothing, Sadie. We’re good at this whole pretending thing, and I don’t want to stop being good just because we got distracted. Now, be a good girl and run back to the office to grab my address book.”
She barely broke away before asking, “Why?”
“Because I have just the place in mind.”
She didn’t move until I pushed her toward the exit. Even then, she stumbled hazily between the towering stalks like she had gotten drunk. She rubbed her head, turned around with flushed cheeks, and grinned. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“Go on.”
She flashed me her tits. About a month ago when I was just pining after Sadie, I would have never expected such behavior from her. But now I stood with my jaw on the ground and my cock at full mast because she thought it would be fun to tease me in a garden.
Well, I guessed I started it. That meant this was war.
“Sadie Turner,” I chided playfully, “youarea naughty minx.”
“You have no idea.”
She lowered her shirt, stood proudly on her toes, and then spun around to walk away.
That was too true a statement, and it was one that I didn’t want to be true. In my years of speed dating, I’d never met a woman that could twist me around her finger and tug me along by just using her tits. Surely something like that was reserved for men with less control over their bodies.
But it was funny how little it had to do with control at this point. She knew it would arouse me. She knew it would please me at the same time. Once again, we were matched in the moment with actions that appeared random yet were calculated beautifully.
My best manipulation efforts couldn’t have been better. Sadie wasn’t up to anything. She just wanted to play, and I wanted to be the man who gave her the opportunity to explore that state of mind.
After all, I owned her whether she realized it or not.
***
Arched ceilings of rose gold hovered the lobby that hosted rich velvet carpets, salmon pink furniture, and rustic fireplaces at every turn. Gold counters separated the carpet from the service area, an attendant greeting us with a sunny disposition and the tip of her bell cap. Dark crimson uniforms with gold accents were the style inPort Sapphire.
Name and reputation were more important than money here, and that worked out well considering how my name had traveled both east and west with the medley of clients I had serviced. Sadie was still gaping at the ceiling when I checked us in. Our committed attendant rang a bell, drawing another attendant from behind a desk to us. He scooped up our bags.
“Room 216,” spoke the attendant behind the desk. “Robert will show you upstairs, Mr. and Mrs. England. Enjoy your stay.”
Sadie threw me an anxious smile. My responding shrug told her to chill. We were pretending to be engaged, and then we were going to pretend to get married, so what was the use in correcting people about names? Even if we were actually going to get married, it didn’t really matter. People would have started addressing us just the same in either case.
Besides, I loved the way it sounded,Mrs. England. She sounded important and polished. She sounded like she had a life of true purpose, and I knew that was how she wanted to be treated, with purpose. Silently, I pondered how her family treated her growing up to form such a self-conscious adult who dreamed without any direction.
Well, she wasn’tthatself-conscious about what she decided to wear out of town. Pastel pink seemed to be her new choice of color, and she wore it well, this one in the form of a halter top that accentuated her plump breasts. High-waisted jeans strategically torn in various places with white fabric made her look more casual, but the crystal pumps she wore elevated her appearance.
She looked more like a model than an assistant. She could have fooled me if I had been a nobody—but thankfully, I was asomebody, and I was certainly the somebody who possessed her heart.
In all its uncertain glory.
The attendant named Robert took us to the penthouse suite, ensured our comfort, and offered multiple adjustments if we were up to it. After handing him a crisp tip, I shooed him back into the elevator and told him we weren’t to be disturbed under any circumstances.
Once the bell rang for the elevator and the carwhooshedaway, I revolved slowly to inhale every bit of our surroundings. Mermaid scales decorated a wall that blended in with a mural of a raging sea. Gold archways resembled the ones downstairs. Rooms with wide doorways revealed lush carpet, delicate silk, pastel furniture of the vintage variety.
A scream erupted from the bathroom. Ah, she must have discovered the claw-foot tub and goody baskets. The main room hosted a hot tub right across the room for an elevator bed with mirrors on the ceiling.
