Page 89 of Give Me a Chance
This time, I’m the one to kiss him. Our bodies are slick with sweat, my pussy still dripping with his cum, but nothing has ever felt so right.
Emotion clogs my throat, as tears threaten to appear.
“It’s OK, baby. You’re safe with me.”
“I know,” I respond, and his eyes turn glossy as well.
“Time to eat.”He rolls the room service cart inside, his clothes a half-buttoned mess.
“Who knew sex clubs did room service?”
He looks away before responding. “They don’t, normally. I may have signed off on some pro-bono legal work for them to get it.”
“What?” I ask, sitting down at the intimate table for two, dressed in a bed sheet.
“I needed dinner and a show. And I didn’t want for dinner to get cold.” He shrugs, playing it cool though a cure blush creeps up his neck.
“Well, where did they get the cart?”
“Can we just eat?” He’s obviously uncomfortable with my line of questioning.
“We can, after you answer the question.”
“Uhm, I may have organized the full delivery from the hotel close by.” My lips turn up, my chest expanding in a new sensation.
“That’s a lot of effort, Mattie.”
“Yeah, well, you’re worth it.”
“I think this was pretty romantic,” I say, and he blinds me with a smile. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. And nice. Actually nice.
And thoughtful. He could have reserved a spot at a nice restaurant and brought me some flowers. But he did more, taking into considerations my fears and apprehensions, showing me I could trust him. With more than my body.
“Besides,” I continue, “we were pretty uncommon from the very beginning.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, guess you can say that.” This date was us. A mess of passion, new experiences, and building trust.
Two gorgeous pieces of salmon wait on my plate, along with asparagus and wild rice. We dig into the delicious food, just what I needed.
“So, you’re like my boyfriend now?” I joke.
“I hope to be.” His voice drips sincerity, though his eyes are playful.
“Hmm,” I pretend to think for a second, patting the fork to my chin, “what are you offering?”
“You mean besides this?” He gestures to the room, making me laugh.
“This is pretty good. But don’t you think I deserve more?” I bat my eyelashes dramatically.
“You deserve everything, Natalie.” My question was a joke, but the answer is so much more. It’s a promise.
“How about homemade gnocchi once a week?” I ask around a forkful of food.
“How about I learn more recipes and make us lunch every day of the week?”
“Done.” I smile. “Nice bargaining with you, sucker.” His deep laugh fills the room, enveloping my almost naked body in a cozy embrace.
He assures me the hygiene of the place is top-notch, so we shower together and cuddle some more before leaving the club.
