But in that delicious way.
Then he released my arms, flipped me over, made me hold the headboard and slammed into me. Fulfilling another promise when I screamed his name out across the water.
By the time we returned to the marina, I was dressed, wearing a pair of his socks, a Brown University sweatshirt, and being carried off down the gangway.
“I can walk,” I said, holding my shoes and purse in my hand.
“I can also carry you, and I like it.” He kissed my nose, then lowered me to the ground so I could climb into the back of the car. Thankfully, it was very late when he did the same at my apartment building.
When I opened my door and he spotted the roses in a vase on my table, the corner of his mouth lifted. He was pleased.
“Trav.” I leaned against the doorframe. “I had a really nice time.”
“Me too.” His hands slid into his pockets. “I mean it.”
“I didn’t think you were lying.” I grinned.
“No, I mean all of it. Dinner, talking, and fucking you.”
God, I hope my neighbors were asleep and didn’t hear that. Not that they thought I was a virgin, but still.
“About the weekend—”
“Two nights.” He insisted. “I’m not done enjoying this thing and want you all to myself. Then we go our separate ways.”
“Will you tell me where you are taking me?” I blushed, imagining a whole weekend with Travis Warner and how deliciously wonderful that would be.
Sure, things might feel a littlerelationship-yand I might be enjoying him a bit too much, but I was clear he was a playboy, and this wasn’t anything serious.
That was the difference between him and men I’d dated.
So...it would be fine.
Right?
“Sorry, it’s a secret.” He cupped my face as he stepped closer. “But I promise to give you better wardrobe direction.” Then in a whisper. “And do lots of naughty things to you.”
Now I can’t stop thinking about what those naughty things might be.
As much as I’d like to say I declined, an entire weekend with Travis Warner being treated like his slutty Genevieve was too appealing.
It also gives me the opportunity to dig further into his friendship with Terrance Taylor. As he trusts me more, he might share some vital information.
I rub the light red marks on my wrist again and wonder how I’ll last the entire week without seeing him.
And it’s a good reminder to not get attached.
That this time next week he will just be someone I knew.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TRAVIS
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I walk into the club on Wednesday afternoon and look around. It’s a different place during the day with the cleaners doing their thing and all the lights on bright. Bar staff carry boxes past me and start restocking the fridge while a maintenance guy is drilling in the opposite corner—probably changing out some cameras for the voyeur kink customers.
Everyone who walks in knows they’re being watched.
