Page 99 of Fluke
“No worries. I can’t wait to get those clothes off you either.”
She wraps her arm through mine, resting her hand on my forearm. Pippa is always playful and fun—but she’s not often, or ever, this calm. Peaceful, even.
I’m not sure what happened on the river, but something shifted. I know the exact moment it happened—just before she called me her man. Her entire posture changed. It was like she was giving up a battle inside of herself and chose peace.
Chose me.
I touch the pad with our key, and the lock clicks. The cool air of our room welcomes us with a chilly hello.
“Let’s order food before we get sidetracked,” I say.
She frowns. “Or we can skip food.”
“No.” I bop her Cupid’s bow as I walk by. “You need to eat.”
“Um, I’m not hungry, but thanks.”
“You’re cute.” I slide my shirt over my head and set it on the table. It’s dry from the heat, just itchy. “What do you want?”
She sighs. “I don’t care.”
I find the menu in the drawer under the phone and skim the offerings. “A burger?”
“Great.”
“Fries? Or—what the hell?” I laugh, swiping her shirt as it falls off my face and toward the floor. “What are you doing?”
I look at her and find her standing in her bikini top. Her fingers toy with the string holding it up.
“What? You’re shirtless,” she says, cockily. “Me too.”
She pulls the end of one of the bright green strings and the fabric slips down her arms.
Her skin is a perfect golden color despite the sunscreen she slathered on before we got out of the car earlier today. Her nipples are already hard. Those big, round tits hang in a perfect teardrop.
My God.
“You were saying …” She winks.
Fuck if I know. I look down at the menu in my hands.Right. Food.
I find the phone and press the speakerphone button, followed by the one labeleddiningas instructed on the menu.
“Good evening. Room service. This is Taylor. How may I assist you?”
“Hello. I would like to place an order, please.”
“Are you in room 707?”
“Yes.”
I make the mistake of looking up.
Pippa’s shorts are already gone and the strings at her hips are falling to the floor. I give her a warning look but she doesn’t care. She gives me a coy smile and walks toward me, cupping her tits in her hands.
My blood heats as she reaches me. Her hands slide between my skin and the hem of my shorts. Maintaining eye contact, she slides my shorts to the floor.
Fuck.
