“Maybe they don’t allow the staff to eat.”
“I checked.”
“Of course you did.”
“Okay. Enough talking. Let’s get some greasy, heart attack-inducing food before they close.”
***
“Oh, my God, Jagger,” she gasps when we walk into my apartment. “When did you do all of this?”
I grip her hips, nuzzling my face into her neck. “After I dropped you off,” I murmur, running my lips over her neck as she coos over the LED candles and flower petals strewn everywhere. Any idea how hard it is to find Poppies in New York in December? I’ll tell you. It’s impossible. So I had to settle for fake ones.
Side note: I’ve noticed the further and faster you fall, the faster you lose your balls and start doing sappy ass bullshit in hopes it convinces the girl to stick around.
I feel like this is shit I should’ve outgrown in high school. Then again, dating wasn’t exactly my thing back then. Or even until two weeks ago.
“No one has ever done anything this sweet for me.” Happiness brushes her entire face, and my damn chest puffs with pride as I neatly tuck my dick into her purse, too. She may as well have the set because I don’t need them as long as she looks as happy and content as she does right now.
“I thought you could stand to come home to something relaxing.” She tenses for a split second, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. “Don’t overthink it, Halfpint. It’s just a word.” I gently nudge her forward. “Keep going. It’s not over.”
She follows the trail through my bedroom. “Sit there,” I instruct, turning her toward the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
In the bathroom, I light the real candles I have placed around the room, then start the running water into my freestanding tub that overlooks the city below. Once it’s perfect, I return to the room, grab her hand, and lead her to the bathroom.
Her smile gets impossibly wider when she sees the tub. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted to try that?”
“I caught on when you mentioned how awesome it was five hundred times this morning.”
She backhands my stomach. “It wasn’t that many times,” she huffs with playfulness. “It’s going to be hard to leave this Monday.”
My fingers grip the hem of her shirt, peeling it over her head. “You can come over and use it anytime you like,” I say, running my tongue over her neck as I undo the button on her jeans. “My tub is your tub. Fuck, do you know how gorgeous you are?” My eyes rove over her body, the flickering glow of the candles dancing over her soft skin, taking in her absolute perfection.
My dick aches, begging to be set free, but I’ve been determined to make today about her. To make up for freaking her out this morning. Maybe prove this isn’t just about sex. Or not all about sex, anyway.
The truth is, we don’t know each other that well. I know her better than she knows me because she’s been more open. What she hasn’t told me, I’ve snooped and found out. But I don’t knowher.
But I know she deserved today. Hell, I think maybe I did too.
A soft moan spills past her lips as she settles into the water. She inhales the fragrant aroma of the lavender and Sandalwood oils I poured in. Her fingers reach out for me, dancing in the space between us. “Get in with me.”
“This is supposed to help you relax. If I get in there, you won’t get much of that.” I look down at my dick pressing against my pants, then back at her with an arched brow.
She bites her lip, glancing up at me through long lashes, then trails those seductive eyes right to my hard cock. “Trust me, I’m more than relaxed after.”
“What happened to closed for business?”
“Get in or watch me take care of myself.”
I grab my twitching cock, squeezing the head hard.
Why don’t you ever fucking chill? It’s because you don’t listen that my life sucks.
“You’re killing me, Halfpint. I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman.”
“If I wanted a gentleman, I wouldn’t be here. I want you. Raw, real, and dirty.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, my shirt hitting the ground moments after the word passes my lips, my pants following behind.
