Page 79 of Recon Rendezvous

The smile that lifts her lips is so breathtaking, my heart stutters a few beats, and I have to close my eyes to gather myself.

Pulling away, I plaster a smile to my face, not wanting her to see just how deep I’m in and scare her off.

Bending at the waist, I make a sweeping gesture. “Wine slushie for milady? Right this way.”

“Wine slushies?!” she squeals as she moves toward the set up. “You know the way to my heart, Alexander Grant,” she calls over her shoulder.

“From your lips…” I murmur, following her to the slushie machine.

She starts with the white wine mango slushie, and I grab a water before taking her hand, leading her to the bed.

“Right to bed, Mr. Grant? I knew you were a cad.”

Helping her up on the platform, she sits at the foot of the bed, and I go to my knees before her. “I’m sure we’ve talked about this before, Ms. Cameron. You can call me that as much as you want, but tonight, you just might be calling me stud, because I’m about to fuck you into this mattress,” I murmur, lifting her foot and placing it on my thigh.

Her breath hitches as I caress her calf, my eyes never leave her face as I undo the first boot and slip it off, before doing the same thing with her other foot.

“Get in bed, London. You’re going to get comfortable, and I’m going to ply you with wine and your favorite treats, and we’re going to Netflix and chill. Got it?”

Her wide eyes scan my face before she scrambles up the bed, somehow not spilling a drop of her slushie. “Okay, I guess I can accept outside clothes in a bed outside.”

“That’s my good girl,” I say rising. Removing my boots and socks, I move to join her in bed as she pulls the comforter back for me to slide in.

Running her hands across the bedding, she smiles at me. “Silk sheets? Silk pillowcases?”

“Oh yeah.” I turn to the little basket next to the bed and side table. “Here is a silk bonnet for your hair, but the silk pillowcases should work too, right?”

She laughs, the tinkling sound shooting warmth through my veins.

“Xander, you… The silk sheets, pillowcases, and even this bonnet. You thought about my hair for this date?”

“Of course. I think about you and what you need a hundred times a day. I want you to enjoy tonight without any worries. I like to take care of you,” I say, stealing a kiss. “Is that okay?”

“It's more than okay, stud,” she says as she looks around. “You've thought of everything. You have all my favorite foods, wine. This sumptuous bed.” She sighs dreamily. “But the real question is what movie are we going to watch?”

“Well, something we’ll both enjoy,” I tell her, grabbing the remote.

“Is that right?” she murmurs before taking another sip of her drink.

“Yes. It’s something that we share a love of.”

“What's that?”

“Casablanca.”

“Oh, Xander. Tonight is perfect.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

Her quiet whimper at my words breaks through the last of my restraint, even with all the romantic plans I had in place. It was over for that for now. The pull to her is too strong. Tossing her wine over the side of the bed, our lips are drawn together. My tongue caresses the seam as I pry them open, plunging in, tasting the sweetness of the wine, her tongue cold from her drink, and I suck and nibble to warm her up.

Moans fall from her lips, and I eat them up, kissing her greedily, the taste of her drags me deeper into this obsession to own her.

“Xan,” she whispers when I finally let her up for air.

“I know, baby. I know.” Rising, I pull my sweater over my head, tossing it aside. “Let me take care of you. Can I do that for you, baby?”

She nods, and I remove her jacket and long-sleeved shirt, before she lies back against the pillows. Her lip caught between her teeth as she follows my movements.

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