Page 328 of Filthy Elites

I’m so tired, but I want to blow his mind, too. Ugh, traveling is hard.

“Dare, please, can we get out of the pool?”

He finally lets up, staying with me as my tipsy ass gets to the ladder to climb out. He climbs out behind me, watching with a smirk as I adjust the skimpy material covering my ass.

“Put your pretty heels back on,” he tells me.

Those heels arehighand I’m not convinced I won’t die wearing them, but I sit down on the lounger and do as he says.

He shakes his head, pouring out the last of the champagne and handing me a glass. “Fucking gorgeous.”

I flush under his praise, but I really like it, too.

I feel intensely sexy standing here in these beautiful heels and only my bikini bottoms. I sip the champagne he poured me and caress my boobs with the other hand.

“Take the bottoms off,” he rumbles lowly.

My eyes widen. “Here?”

He nods.

I swallow the champagne and set the glass down, then I push down my bikini bottoms. They drop to the ground and pool around my heels. I step out of them carefully, then I grab the champagne flute and drain it because I need some liquid courage.

“Come here,” he says, indicating the ground in front of him.

I walk over, the clicking of my heels against the tile sounding so loud in the quiet night. My eyes are feeling heavier and heavier. I hope he doesn’t notice how sleepy I am.

He pulls me close until we’re belly to belly, his hand at the small of my back. He looks down at my face, appraising. “Are you tired?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He smirks, dipping his head and tasting my lips. “Remember, you promised I could do whatever I wanted to you tonight.”

I smile against his mouth. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten. Can we go to your room now?”

He nods and grabs the Dior bag off the table, but leaves the flowers. He takes my hand and hauls me inside.

I keep an eye out to make sure his dad isn’t around since I’m completely naked, but we make it to his bedroom without being seen.

Dare drops the Dior bag on his nightstand and nods for me to get on the bed.

I leave the heels on because he hasn’t told me otherwise and climb on his bed. I sink back into the soft, heavenly bedding and resist the urge to curl up and go to sleep.

“You haven’t even opened your present yet,” he says, untying the bow and opening the Dior bag himself.

God, his pillow is so soft. I tug it close, letting my eyes drift shut for just a moment.

Dare climbs on the bed with me, the Dior bag in hand. He puts it down on the bed between us, then draws out a jewelry box.

“Even the box is pretty,” I murmur drowsily.

He smiles and opens it up. Inside is a beautiful rose gold necklace with a little rose pendant, a single diamond at the center.

“Oh, Dare, it’s beautiful.”

He takes the necklace out, reaches over, and secures it around my neck. Then he leans down, softly kissing my lips. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I do. Thank you.”

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