Page 16 of The Proposal
“Nah, I’m good,” I say, gripping the banister.
I think she’s going to cover herself. Instead, she pulls the back of the fabric up to her waist and gives me a full view of the curve of her cheeks. Her bikini bottoms barely cover anything, showcasing the roundness of her behind, the deep dip of her hips, and the soft glow on her skin left from the sun.
My cock pulses so hard that I grimace.Fuck.
“Careful,” I warn. “That looks a lot like begging.”
She gets to the top of the staircase and drops the fabric, hiding herself from me again. A coy grin slides across her lips. “Oh, that wasn’t begging, Renn. I can bea lotmore persuasive than that.”
“I bet you can.” I yank her suitcase up with a thud. “Wanna show me?”
She feigns surprise. “That looks a lot like you asking me twice.”
“That’s called giving you a chance to get what you want.”
Her grin is full of mischief. “Do you even know what I want?”
I take a step toward her, watching gold flecks sparkle like stars in her eyes. “Tell me so I’m sure.”
She leans forward, giving me a clear view of her cleavage. Her bikini top has slipped. A line curves across her round tits, displaying a tan line just above her nipples.
My. God.
I’m not going to make it. I’m going to die a death by blue balls. No one will believe it. It’ll be the only true headline ever printed and the only one no one believes.
“I want a giant bathtub,” she whispers.
And I want to join you in that giant bathroom, you little tease.
“Go,” I say as she laughs. “Put some distance between us.Now.”
She giggles but does as I ask. She rounds the corner beside the wet bar that gives the main bedroom privacy from the staircase. As soon as she’s out of sight, I hear her shriek.
“Renn!”
I smile at the sound, adjusting myself as I head toward the bedroom I use when I’m in town.
The view from this floorisamazing. It’s the best view in the entire suite, but also in the entire hotel. The loft is open to the atrium. But, with a push of a button, a wall descends from the ceiling, creating privacy and a shield against the morning sun ... or visitors below.
My cheeks split into a wide smile as I watch her enter the attached bathroom and squeal again.I knew she’d love it.
Her head pokes around the corner, eyes wide as saucers. “Okay, this tub ismassive. And did you see the view from there?”
I chuckle. “I saw it.”
“I might live here. Seriously. I might never leave.”
“Where are you?” Brock calls from below.
Blakely jumps.Yeah, I forgot they were here too.
I jam a thumb over my shoulder and exhale. “I’ll see what they’re up to while you get situated. Was this worth staying with us? I don’t want to disappoint you.”
She hurries to me and presses a soft kiss against my cheek, careful not to make further contact. “You’re the best. Thank you, Renn.”
“You’re very welcome. Happy birthday.”
She takes her suitcase and wheels it into the closet.
