Page 120 of The Playboy

“Yes!” His voice was a deep growl. “Fucking yes, Brooklyn.”

I moved with him.

I arched my back to give him a new angle.

“Fuck! Me!” His sounds were so deep and erotic that another shudder spread across me.

I took in the swipes he gave my clit, the bite on my nipple, the slamming of his lips eventually on mine, and I got to taste the orgasm on his mouth.

The breathlessness.

And finally, the way he filled his lungs as both our bodies stilled.

“Mmm. You’re fucking amazing,” he exhaled.

I was surprised there was any water left in the tub when the waves calmed. I stayed straddled around him, my arms crossed over his shoulders, my eyes closed while I gave him soft, patient, loving kisses, the bolts of electricity just starting to die down.

“We need a shower.”

“And then bed,” I told him. “I have to get up early for my flight. It’s at eight, so I have to be at the airport around six, I think.” I pulled back to look into his eyes. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to take me that early. I’ll catch an Uber. I really don’t mind.”

He kissed me, slowly at first and then a little harder. “Your flight isn’t at eight, Brooklyn.”

I analyzed his face, trying to understand what he was getting at. “I don’t know what you mean. I have the email HR sent. I’m pretty sure the time hasn’t changed, or the airline would have messaged me.”

He kissed my collarbone. My neck. My cheek. “Do you really think I’m going to send you on a commercial flight when I’m flying private back to Kauai?”

I hadn’t even thought about the logistics of Macon returning to Kauai or when his flight would be or how he would get there. This world of private flying and thinking about a man and his actions and wants—it was still so unfathomable to me.

“Before you attempt to answer that, no, I wouldn’t.” His hands cupped my cheeks. “You’re flying back with me. We’ll leave here at ten, which gives us some time to sleep in.” He nuzzled into my neck as he lifted us out of the hot tub, carrying us across the patio and into his living room, where he walked us toward his bedroom. As we reached his en suite, he brought us into his shower, the water suddenly pouring over us. “Although, if I wake up with a hard-on, I don’t know how much sleeping in I’m going to let you do.”

The warm spray rained over our heads, and I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth before I said, “I need you to promise me something.”

“Okay …”

“Don’t let me sleep in.”

NINETEEN

Macon

“Iknow black is your favorite color to wear, but red”—I shook my head—“is fucking gorgeous on you.”

The dress was one I’d bought her and slipped into the garment bag at the very last minute because I was dying to see the style on her body. But the image I’d had in my head didn’t compare to how she actually looked.

The shade warmed her skin, intensified her stare and the sexiness of her face. The fit hugged each of her curves, the material just thin enough to show her lack of a bra and the hardness of her nipples. And whenever she turned around—like an hour ago, when she’d walked into the restaurant with me—her whole back showed, revealing the tan lines from her bikini and the softness of her skin.

“I’ve never worn red.” Although her cheeks were turning that exact color. “I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it, especially given how revealing this dress is, but seeing the way you’ve been looking at me all night and the fact that you can’t keep your hands off me, I think it might be my new favorite.”

I wasn’t the only man in this steak house who appreciated the gorgeousness of Brooklyn. The moment we had arrived and were brought to our table, every male in this restaurant had caught a glimpse of her.

I fucking loved that they were admiring something that was mine.

That they couldn’t touch.

That, if they tried, I’d kill them, but they were more than welcome to gaze at her beauty.

Because my girl was breathtaking.

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