Page 101 of Crazy In Love
“Pretty much,” she said, as if it were perfectly acceptable.
“Why don’t you tell her to fuck off?”
Her mouth fell open. I leaned forward and placed my hand beneath her chin, pushing it closed. “Just know that every time your mouth drops open, I imagine my dick in there.”
She slapped my hand away and shook her head with disbelief. “First off, I can’t tell my mother to shut the fuck up, because she’s my mother. Secondly, you shouldn’t be thinking that way when we agreed that it was a onetime thing. We’re playing by your rules, buddy.” She poked me hard in the chest, and I wrapped my hand around her finger, catching it easily.
“Maybe if you stuck up for yourself, she’d stop being an asshole.” I looked at her and raised a brow. “And I’m not the onewith all the rules. I never said it was a ‘onetime thing’—those were your words.”
She narrowed her gaze. “You don’t do relationships. You’ve made that very clear. Crystal clear, actually. So, we had filthy sex and all the orgasms, because that’s what you do.”
I had to laugh. This woman was fucking hilarious.
“I don’t do relationships. But it’s not like I don’t have sex with the same person more than once occasionally. We had a good time. We’re here for another two nights. There are no rules, Emilia.”
“So, I can do whatever I want with you while we’re in Paris?” Her lips twitched the slightest bit, and I saw her fighting back a smile.
“Why do you need to lock down a timeline? Can you not just go with it?” I asked.
She sighed. “I’ve always tied sex to something deeper. And I’m all about evolving and trying something new, but the timeline will help me keep things in perspective. Does that make sense?”
It was honest, and I could appreciate that.
“Okay. My cock is yours for the next forty-eight hours. But since you’re all about rules, I have one that I’d like to add.”
A wide smile spread across her pretty face. “Tell me.”
“You don’t kick my ass to the curb when I’ve barely pulled the condom off my cock.” I pursed my lips.
She tipped her head back in a full-bodied laugh. “I thought that was your thing? You know, a quick exit.”
“I’m usually dressed before exiting,” I said, my voice laced with humor.
“Okay, I can get on board with that one.”
“What would you like to do tonight? Do you want to go out, eat in?”
“What do you feel like doing?”
“Emilia,” I said, my voice coming out harsher than I meant it to. “I want you to tell me what you want.”
She studied me for a long moment, her tongue swiping along her bottom lip. “I’d love to get room service and stare at the Eiffel Tower and just chill tonight.”
Music to my ears.
“We can do that,” I said as we pulled up in front of the hotel.
We hurried inside as a cold gust of wind bustled around us, and a hotel employee held the door open as we stepped inside. I guided her through the lobby, my hand on her lower back. The woman at the front desk greeted us, and Emilia waved at her.
I, on the other hand, had zero interest in speaking to anyone but the woman beside me.
I was a man on a mission.
I wanted her upstairs and naked now.
Right fucking now.
When we stepped on the elevator and the doors closed, I didn’t hesitate.
