our room, and I’m glad. I want to get behind closed doors and relax with Maize, no interruptions.
After our cake arrives, we make our way back to the room, and I shut and lock the world out behind us. The place is smoking hot, and I’m beginning to rethink my brilliant plan of leaving the fire on.
“Ohmigod, Christian, it’s a million degrees in here,” Maize says and swipes at her forehead.
I crack the patio door to let the heat out, and when I turn back, Maize is stripping her clothes off, and in that instant, I decide leaving the fire on was the absolute right decision.
She plays coy and glances at me over her shoulder. “Are you going to stand there and gawk, or are you going to help me check sex in front of the fire off my bucket list?”
“Like you even have to ask.”
I rip my shirt off and make my way to her, my heart beating faster than it should, because no matter how hard I try, how much I know I have to, I’m not sure I can let her walk out of my life. She turns, drops to her knees, and pops the button on my pants. Her hands capture my cock, and I groan as her sweet lips wrap around me. That’s when I realize just how fucked I really am.
In so many ways.
18
Maize
“This is only the best chocolate cake I’ve ever eaten,” I moan before I shove another forkful into my mouth.
Christian laughs, and glances at the clock. “Cake always tastes great at eight in the morning.”
“Hey don’t judge me.” I point my fork at him as I cross the room, and sit on the coffee table across from him as he sips his coffee. “We’re on vacation, and what we eat, and when we eat, doesn’t matter.” I cut into the cake and hold it out for him. He takes the bite and moans. “Also,” I add. “Calories don’t count on vacation either.”
“You might be right. That is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. Or maybe the second.” He grins and points between my legs. “Or third.” He points to my right breast. “Or fourth.” He points to my left breast. Laughing he adds, “I guess you get my drift. It’s the best thing I’ve put in my mouth, after you.”
I laugh and he hands me his coffee. I take a sip to wash down the cake. It’s weird, sharing food and drinks like this. Deeply intimate. I almost laugh. We’ve been having crazy sex, and yet I find drinking from his mug more intimate. That ball to the head must have messed me up more than I realized.
A knock comes on the door. “That’s breakfast,” he says and pushes to his feet.
I set the cake plate down. “I didn’t know you ordered.”
“You were in the shower.”
“Is that who you were talking to when I came into the room?” A short while ago after showering, I entered the room and found him on the phone, talking quietly, like he didn’t want me to overhear him.
Instead of answering, he reaches for his wallet and walks to the door. Okay, so avoiding that question isn’t strange at all. Unless it wasn’t room service he was talking to.
A burst of old insecurities crash through me and I quickly push them down. I am spending this last weekend with him, and I damn well plan on enjoying every second. If he was on the phone making plans with some girl for when our time together is over, it’s none of my business.
I glance at the full tray with silver domes covering the plates as he rolls it toward the table. “How much did you order?”
“I wasn’t sure what you felt like.”
My heart wobbles. He really is so sweet. “I think I might be too full from the cake.” I didn’t realize he was ordering in, and when I came from the shower and saw the cake from last night, I couldn’t help myself. Usually, I’m much more disciplined. I think Christian is ruining me, and I’m not even mad about it…because of that decadent cake.
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have eaten the cake.” I stand and head to the table. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
His smile is so soft and tender, it wraps around my stupid heart and squeezes. “Because if you want cake, you should have cake.”
He begins to remove the silver domes and a silly laugh catches in my throat.