is a great idea,” he answered, making my breath hitch in my chest, until he added, “I bet we’re going to go through yours quickly, so we should have a backup ready to go.”
I liked the idea of the two of us having lots more sex with each other––and only each other––way too much. I had to force my mind to remember that this was supposed to be merely a weekend fling.
With a smile that made the edges of his eyes crinkle, he said, “If you have more genius life hacks like this marvelous goop, then I am now a firm believer in their usefulness. This one was way better than eating Cheetos with chopsticks.”
He pressed a kiss to my temple, and I squeezed my eyes shut. He was making not falling for him damn near impossible.
30
Oliver
We washed off the magic jelly in the steamiest, sexiest shower of my entire life––even though we didn’t actually have sex. My body needed a bit of recuperation time and food for sustenance to put my best foot forward the next time we made love, and Vi was concerned about the coconut oil making the shower floor too slick for me to hold her securely.
Instead of banging, we rubbed, tickled, scrubbed, licked, sucked, and played with each other. If my stomach hadn’t started growling urgently, I would have been happy to stay in the shower with Vi until we used every last drop of the inn’s hot water.
When we reluctantly emerged, I tenderly dried her off. It was a shame to watch her get dressed, but I was delighted to see that she was going commando again today. Knowing that she was bare under those tight, little leggings would make it nearly impossible to keep my hands off her long enough for us to grab breakfast.
Not seeming to sense where my mind had gone, Vi said, “What sounds good for breakfast? Err… I guess it’s more brunch-time now.”
“You,” I teased her and nibbled her neck, making her squeal.
Smacking playfully at me, she said, “I’m serious.”
“I’ve never really understood the idea of brunch. Who wants a scrambled egg salad?”
“I don’t think that’s what brunch entails,” she teased me as she leaned in to curl her eyelashes with a frightening-looking metal contraption.
Turning serious, I said, “You know what sounds good?” When she looked at my reflection in the mirror expectantly, I answered my own question. “Bacon, eggs, French toast, biscuits and gravy, pancakes…”
“Someone’s hungry,” she teased me before saying, “I know just where to take you… No one ever leaves Mimi’s Diner hungry.”
“Sounds great,” I answered, hoping to get going, so we could return and get back to making love, but she continued putting on makeup. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I said, “You already look beautiful.”
“This isn’t the city,” she responded, as if that explained everything. My face must have betrayed how perplexed I was because she continued, “I can’t go out without make-up. I’m likely to see all kinds of people I know, but haven’t seen in ages. In New York, I can go out completely de-flowered, even wearing pajamas if I want to because I most likely won’t see a single soul I know. Small towns don’t work that way––at all.”
I shook my head and said, “You couldn’t look bad, even if you were trying.”
She ignored me as she slid pink lip gloss over her delectable mouth. Deciding I would never get food if I stayed here watching her primp, since I couldn’t keep my hands off her, I leaned down to kiss her cheek, and said, “I’ll meet you downstairs. I’m going to make arrangements for us to have a late checkout.”
Her voice was practically a purr when she said, “Mmm.”
The knowing, anticipatory look she shot me in the mirror went straight to my cock, so I turned to leave, knowing that our sex would be even better if I had some food first to give me a boost of energy.
The grump at the front desk looked over his thick glasses at me before saying in a gruff voice, “Sounded like you two had fun last night.”
That was the understatement of the year, but I didn’t want to discuss it with the old pervert. Instead of taking his bait, I said in a no-nonsense tone, “We’re going to need a late checkout.”
“That’s going to cost extra,” he warned me.
I slapped my credit card on the counter, not caring how much it cost. I would pay anything for more time in