Page 114 of The Vacation Mix-Up
“Uh… would you mind helping zip me up?” she asks, voice timid as she clutches the dress to her chest.
“S-Sure.” I clear my throat. “Of course.”
She turns her back to me, her smooth skin a magnet to rival the earth’s, gravity pulling my fingers toward her. I reach out to clasp the zipper but ball my fists instead, clenching them before relaxing. “You look… incredible.”
“Thank you.” She glances over her shoulder. “You look very handsome too.”
Scrubbing my hands together, I warm them up then take hold of the zipper and slowly pull it higher, itching to kiss her shoulders and neck but not daring to, instead gliding the tab along the track until it’s secure. “There you go.”
She spins to face me, her steel-gray eyes sparkling with amusement. “Thank you.”
I run my hand through my hair and step back, needing distance to prevent me from taking her into my arms and proving our lips, together, do fucking shift the earth on its axis.
“You want to kiss me again, don’t you?” she asks seductively.
My dick stirs within my pants, and I’m about to say “hell yes” and pull her to mewhen she shoves my chest and laughs.
“Just kidding.” She twirls back around like a stormy tornadoand collects her lanyard from her bed. “We’re gonna be late, and I hate being late.”
Fuck me! Did she just play me at my own game?
Blinking as she struts past in her hot-as-fuck heels, her temptress perfume intoxicating me through my nostrils, it almost strips me of what sense I have left.
“Riley! Are you coming?”
I look up to where she impatiently waits by the door, which is propped open by her arm and hip.
Am I coming?
If I stand here a second longer with her, I will be. I’ll be coming for her, in her, and all over her.
An animalistic growl rumbles up my throat, so I force it back down and choke out, “Yes.”
We join Hugo,Manny, the family from Ohio, and Ben in the dining room for the formal evening, the men dressed in black suits—with the exception of Hugo in red velvet—and the women in evening gowns. I’ve been to my fair share of charity gala events with Krystal, organized by her law firm, so I’m no stranger to the glitz, glamour, and over-the-top bullshit.
“Evening, everyone,” I say while pushing Riles’s chair in for her before taking my seat.
“Long time no see,” Hugo says, raising his glass of wine.
I acknowledge him with a friendly nod then turn to Ben, ready to ask him what he’s been up to.
His jaw slackens, his eyes greedily devouring Riles. “You lucky?—”
“Don’t,” I warn.
“But—”
“Don’t.”
He drops his hand to his lap, cups his junk, and rearranges it.
“Will you control yourself?” I hiss under my breath. “You’re not fifteen.”
He quivers and neighs like a horse before waving a waiter down. “Give me the strongest drink you’ve got. I’m gonna need it. And anything else for these fine people here.”
Impressed he didn’t say something along the lines of “And get these bastards a drink too,” I inform the waiter I’d like a beer, then rest my hand on Ben’s shoulder, thanking him for his generosity with a squeeze. “So what’d you get up to today?”
“Buried myself balls-deep.”
