Page 45 of Brazen
I watched her sway, and I loved how natural Hope was. Most other women I’d met were on the fake side. Or I went for fake, since it kept me safe. I wasn’t sure.
I towel dried. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”
She picked up a hairbrush, and I realized she would need a minute, so I said, “I can get us something to snack on.”
She glanced at the door, and her lips thinned. “Let’s put something on and get it ourselves.”
I blinked. “Are you shy about being seen?”
She winked at me. “Not by you, playboy.”
“I’m not even sure Michael is in…” Since she had girly things to do to get ready, I stood taller and tied my robe. “Okay, but stay in the bathroom. I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.”
I closed the robe behind me, grabbed my phone, and texted, Michael, wine and strawberries.
He wrote back. Already prepared, Charlie. Be right there.
Good man. I checked on Hope as she brushed her hair but then closed the door again when the butler knocked. “Take the morning off, okay.”
He quickly said, “Sounds good. I’ll set a buffet and disappear.”
Perfect. I had no idea how to make eggs. He left strawberries, wine, and a cheese-and-cracker dish.
I opened the door. “It’s clear.”
She took off her robe and hung it on the door, letting it all show. “How do you live with someone at your beck and call?”
I threw my robe on the ground. “The only back I’m interested in is yours.”
She threw her arms around me. “You’re cheesy sometimes. Beck and back are not the same thing.”
“I know.” I kissed her chin. “You like my flirting, though.”
“Absolutely.” She kissed me.
I needed her again. We would do this all night as long as she was mine. I grabbed a condom, and she pressed her head into the bed. A moment later, I joined her, and she was ready for me. So I joined with her and found heaven.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hope
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This was where we were a perfect match. I lost track of how my release grew stronger every time we were one. And unlike everywhere else, in the bedroom, I worried about someone snapping more intimate pictures of us together. His penthouse had no prying eyes outside, though, and the blackout blinds of the room made that a non-issue.
I decided we needed to get back to the one thing I was sure we were good at. I pressed his shoulder. “Roll over.”
He almost choked on his sip. “What?”
I was too eager. I shook my head and held up my glass. “Okay, let’s finish our wine.”
He bumped into me playfully. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”
"Me too." My heart was full. I sipped. “So, we need to name the airline.”
His eyes widened. “Yeah?”
My lips curled. “I say we name it Jupiter.”
