Page 87 of Fair Play
“Okay, shower time,” I say, rolling out of bed.
She purses her lips into a pout. “But Ilikebeing in bed with you.”
“I like being in bed with you too, but we have dinner reservations.”
“We do?” She sits up, clearly surprised.
“Yup. And I thought you’d like to wander. You said you’ve never been here before. There are great shops and restaurants.”
“Okay.” She gets up good-naturedly and follows me into the bathroom.
We step into the shower, and she wraps her arms around me from behind.
“I like your ass,” she murmurs. “It’s really firm.”
“Thirty years of skating,” I reply. “And thank you. I like yours too.” I reach back to cup it.
“You think it’ll get as firm as yours if I skate eight hours a day?”
“I don’twantit to be as firm as mine,” I whisper, turning to face her. “I like how soft and curvy your ass is.” I slide my hands up to her breasts. “And these.” I bend my head to kiss her. “And your lips are pretty perfect too.”
She sighs against me and we’re off and running. Again.
“I’m doing my best to be a gentleman,” I pant when we’re done. “But you make it really hard.”
She chuckles. “Sorry?”
“Liar.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Fuck no.”
We quickly wash up and get dressed, heading downstairs and onto the street. It’s a short walk to Gaslamp Quarter and Billie is immediately charmed. It’s one of San Diego’s oldest neighborhoods, and there are lots of streets and alleys to explore, as well as bars, restaurants, and boutiques.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I ask as we stroll down the street hand-in-hand.
“Did I say I wanted to talk to you about something?” she asks.
“Maybe not in so many words, but the fact that you asked for time alone together tells me there’s something on your mind.”
“There are so many things on my mind,” she admits.
“Try me.”
“Are you going to retire to your cabin in New York if no one picks up your contract this summer?”
Okay, that’s a fair question. Uncomfortable for me, but fair.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I guess that depends on a few things.”
“Like?”
“Can we get real, Billie?”
“Of course.”
“What does our future look like?”
