“Ryah, I love you,” I breathed against her hair.

She leaned her head on my shoulder. “I love you, too.”

Beads of sweat rolled down my face.

I slid out of her warmth and pulled Ryah into my arms.

Her fingers circled over my heaving chest. “I’m happy we did it tonight.”

“I wanted your first time to be special. I made plans to take you to a beautiful hotel in the Caymans.”

She smiled up at me. “Rocco, we’re at the Four Seasons. In the penthouse suite. This is fucking amazing.”

Ryah rested her chin on my chest. “The best part. We’re alone. No possible disturbances. That means, I get this dick again and again. As much as I want.”

I wiped a layer of sweat off my brow, then gripped her ass cheek. “You sure do, baby.”

The phone rang.

“Ryah, you spoke too soon.”

I leaned over and grabbed the receiver. “Hello.”

“Why did you take my daughter to a hotel?”

I had no intention of arguing with this guy. I pressed the speaker button as I threw my legs over the side of the bed.

“Ryah, it’s your dad.” She wrapped herself in the sheet like he could see her through the phone.

She placed the phone on the pillow. “Hello.”

“Why did you go to a hotel with him?” The words dragged over his tongue like he hated me.

“It was my idea. I asked to go to a hotel.”

“Smitty’s bringing you home.”

“Don’t push me, dad. I’ll hold him at gunpoint and vanish. I’m angry and tired of you, mom, and Rosetta. I need to clear my head. Not sure if we’re staying here the entire weekend or if we’re going to his parents. He has a normal family. His father can sleep with the woman he loves any time he wants. That woman just so happens to be his wife. Please, dad. I need a break from my weird life. Our bodyguards are outside the room. We’re safe.”

He sighed. “Ok, Ryah, I’ll tell your mom you’ll be home on Sunday.”

“Bye, dad.” She leaned over and hung up the phone.

“Come on. Let’s take a bath. I’ll massage your pussy under the warm water.”

She climbed into my lap. “That sounds wonderful.”

I stood and carried her into the bathroom.