table. A decent-sized flat screen was mounted to the wall.
Directly ahead was a Jacuzzi tub, the likes of which she’d never seen. It was at least ten feet tall and in the shape of a champagne glass.
A few stairs led to a separate, glass-enclosed room on the left. She blinked once. Twice. It was a personal-sized swimming pool! Soft lights glowed from beneath the crystal clear water, sending dancing patterns across the walls.
More steps led to a second level, which included a huge circular bed adorned with a gold and white duvet and no less than six massive pillows. Above, a mirrored black ceiling glittered with twinkle lights. Another flat screen television hung on the wall so it could be easily seen from the bed.
Huge bathroom. Small eating area. Steam shower. Cedar wood sauna. Walk in closet.
And it was all in their room.
“A bit over the top, huh?” Miles said from beside her.
“Just a bit.”
She caught his sheepish grin in the wall of mirrors . Thank God she’d been sticking to her diet and exercise regimen. “I saw a brochure for this place when I took Brandon skiing last time I was in. I was curious.”
Curious. Which meant he’d never been here before, either. And he’d chosen her to check it out with him. She refused to read too much into that.
“If it’s too much –“
“It’s not,” she said quickly. “Besides, it must have cost you a small fortune. I can only imagine how much a suite like this runs.”
He shrugged, as if money didn’t matter. Maybe it didn’t. Based on the clothes he wore and the little bit she’d been able to glean from Holly, Miles Grayson was a successful businessman.
Liz picked up the small black remote and pressed a button. Erotic moans filled the room in surround-sound as an adult feature lit up the flat screen. She clicked the button off, turning red. Miles chuckled. “Well, that answers that question.”
The suite and everything in it was for one purpose and one purpose only – sex. Lots and lots of sex. And for the next thirty-six hours, she would be sharing this suite with Miles Grayson.
Yes, please.
A tingle of anticipation started in her core and radiated outward from there. It crashed against a sudden wave of nerves. What now? She was no blushing virgin, but she’d never spent the night in a hedonistic sex cave with a man like Miles Grayson before, either. The man oozed confidence and sexuality.
Her momentary thrill of excitement took a dramatic nosedive. What if he found her lacking? What if she wasn’t able to please him? The last time they’d been together, Miles had done all the work, and she’d done little more than be swept away with the tide. Surely he would expect something more than that...
“Relax, Liz,” he said soothingly, his big hands resting comfortably on her shoulders. “Don’t overthink this, okay?”
Liz caught their reflection in the mirror. Miles’ much larger body stood behind hers, his hands lightly massaging the tension away. They looked damn good together.
He pressed his lips to the top of her head. Liz closed her eyes and leaned back into him. So solid. So warm. The effect was undeniable; the trepidation was swept away, replaced by desire.
“Are you hungry?” he murmured against her ear.
In that moment, Liz made up her mind. She turned in his arms and cupped his jaw, secretly reveling in the slight rasp of whiskers. As a general rule, she preferred clean-shaven men, but there was something incredibly hot and inherently male about that dark shadow gracing his strong jaw line.
“Yes.”
Before she lost her nerve, her hand moved down to his belt and began the task of unfastening it. She did it solely by feel; her eyes didn’t leave his face. The flash of heat, the bob of that sexy, masculine Adam’s apple gave her the strength and encouragement to slip her hands into the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Oh,
Directly ahead was a Jacuzzi tub, the likes of which she’d never seen. It was at least ten feet tall and in the shape of a champagne glass.
A few stairs led to a separate, glass-enclosed room on the left. She blinked once. Twice. It was a personal-sized swimming pool! Soft lights glowed from beneath the crystal clear water, sending dancing patterns across the walls.
More steps led to a second level, which included a huge circular bed adorned with a gold and white duvet and no less than six massive pillows. Above, a mirrored black ceiling glittered with twinkle lights. Another flat screen television hung on the wall so it could be easily seen from the bed.
Huge bathroom. Small eating area. Steam shower. Cedar wood sauna. Walk in closet.
And it was all in their room.
“A bit over the top, huh?” Miles said from beside her.
“Just a bit.”
She caught his sheepish grin in the wall of mirrors . Thank God she’d been sticking to her diet and exercise regimen. “I saw a brochure for this place when I took Brandon skiing last time I was in. I was curious.”
Curious. Which meant he’d never been here before, either. And he’d chosen her to check it out with him. She refused to read too much into that.
“If it’s too much –“
“It’s not,” she said quickly. “Besides, it must have cost you a small fortune. I can only imagine how much a suite like this runs.”
He shrugged, as if money didn’t matter. Maybe it didn’t. Based on the clothes he wore and the little bit she’d been able to glean from Holly, Miles Grayson was a successful businessman.
Liz picked up the small black remote and pressed a button. Erotic moans filled the room in surround-sound as an adult feature lit up the flat screen. She clicked the button off, turning red. Miles chuckled. “Well, that answers that question.”
The suite and everything in it was for one purpose and one purpose only – sex. Lots and lots of sex. And for the next thirty-six hours, she would be sharing this suite with Miles Grayson.
Yes, please.
A tingle of anticipation started in her core and radiated outward from there. It crashed against a sudden wave of nerves. What now? She was no blushing virgin, but she’d never spent the night in a hedonistic sex cave with a man like Miles Grayson before, either. The man oozed confidence and sexuality.
Her momentary thrill of excitement took a dramatic nosedive. What if he found her lacking? What if she wasn’t able to please him? The last time they’d been together, Miles had done all the work, and she’d done little more than be swept away with the tide. Surely he would expect something more than that...
“Relax, Liz,” he said soothingly, his big hands resting comfortably on her shoulders. “Don’t overthink this, okay?”
Liz caught their reflection in the mirror. Miles’ much larger body stood behind hers, his hands lightly massaging the tension away. They looked damn good together.
He pressed his lips to the top of her head. Liz closed her eyes and leaned back into him. So solid. So warm. The effect was undeniable; the trepidation was swept away, replaced by desire.
“Are you hungry?” he murmured against her ear.
In that moment, Liz made up her mind. She turned in his arms and cupped his jaw, secretly reveling in the slight rasp of whiskers. As a general rule, she preferred clean-shaven men, but there was something incredibly hot and inherently male about that dark shadow gracing his strong jaw line.
“Yes.”
Before she lost her nerve, her hand moved down to his belt and began the task of unfastening it. She did it solely by feel; her eyes didn’t leave his face. The flash of heat, the bob of that sexy, masculine Adam’s apple gave her the strength and encouragement to slip her hands into the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Oh,
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