The Weekend Proposition - Ella Jade Page 0,31
vowed.
She shifted in her sleep and then opened her eyes. She reached for him. “You’re dressed.” He saw her disappointment.
“I took a shower while you slept. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“I guess I should get ready.”
“The ceremony starts in an hour. I need to run down to the lobby and pick up something.” The front desk had called to let him know his package had arrived.
“I thought you weren’t working today.” She sat up and stretched, causing the sheet to fall. He looked away because staring at her scrumptious breasts would lead to other things and they would miss the wedding for sure.
“It’s not work related.” He smiled. “I’ll be back soon. You get moving.”
“Is that an order, Mr. Cannon?” She crawled into his lap. “I like when you tell me what you want.”
“Not now.” He groaned when his cock expanded. “We’ll be late.”
“And you’re never late.”
“Exactly.” He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. “If I wasn’t dressed I’d join you.”
“Maybe later? I like the way you washed my hair.”
“Whatever you want.” He meant that. He’d give her everything.
“Hurry back.”
“Why, will you miss me?” He sat her on the counter and stepped in between her legs.
“Hmm.” She leaned her head back when he kissed her neck. “This is how we got started last night. Remember?”
“How could I forget?” He moved his hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts. “I’m not sure how I even made it through dinner last night. It’s a damn good thing I didn’t know you had forgotten your panties until dessert.”
“I wonder what surprise I’ll have for you tonight.” She grinned.
“No.” He took her face between his hands. “It’s my turn to surprise you.” He kissed her, struggling to pry his lips away. “I’ll be back.”
She bit her bottom lip and let out a slow breath.
I know, baby, I don’t want to go either.
“Bye,” she whispered. “I’ll be ready when you return.”
He kissed her one last time before making his way out of the suite. He leaned against the doorframe, trying to gain some composure. He’d been in a constant state of arousal for the past twenty-four hours. Every time he thought he’d satiated his needs, Coda did something incredibly sexy or so natural that he needed to fill her again.
Damn! He’d never felt this alive before.
He took his time walking to the lobby. He didn’t want to hurry back in case Coda needed some alone time. He wanted her to relax and get ready without him pawing her every chance he got. Although she didn’t seem to mind the groping, kissing, and...
“Spencer,” Ava called. “There you are.”
Shit!
She came toward him in her bridesmaid gown. Even he had to admit she looked flawless. Too bad he knew the real her and couldn’t get past her nasty attitude to appreciate her beauty. He didn’t think he’d ever find another woman attractive now that he’d fallen for Coda.
“Where have you been? We haven’t seen you all day. Tyler and your grandfather have been calling and texting you. The front desk said you didn’t want to be disturbed. Are you ill?”
“No, I’m fine. Coda and I decided to spend a quiet day in before the big event tonight.” He glanced at his watch. “Shouldn’t you be with the bride?”
“Tara has a whole staff tending to her. She won’t even know I’m missing.” She reached out and straightened his tie. “You look so handsome.”
“Ava, don’t.” He stepped back. He saw the hurt on her face but even she had to know he wasn’t interested in her. “Go find the rest of the bridal party.”
“Spencer, you’ve proven your point by bringing that misfit to the ball, but now it’s time to stop the game. Do what’s right for your company.”
“Us being together has nothing to do with the company. It never has. We tried to make it work but we don’t. It’s that simple.”
“I’m supposed to believe you work with some slut you found from Brooklyn?”
Spencer didn’t say anything. He wondered what else his resourceful ex knew.
“She tries to hide the accent but not very well.” Ava looked around the lobby. “Not one person at the wedding is friends with her on Facebook. Not even Tyler. I found that strange. No one knows who she is.”
“She told you she doesn’t travel in the same circles as you. Not all of us have a Facebook account.”
“You’re not normal.” She rolled her eyes. “But a young woman like Coda should be easy to find. None of our friends