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Holy crap."Seriously?"
"Well,I'mnot gonna do it. What, you thinkIsew?"
He was obviously teasing, and yet, I was so overwhelmed, I could hardly think.
Into my silence, Reese said, "But youdorealize something."
"What?"
He gestured toward the suite's interior. "You'll need to walk through the door if you ever plan to wear them."
This reminded me of the very first time I'd been up here to his suite. I'd been standing outside the open doorway, gawking like a yokel, when I could've beeninsidegetting him naked.
Naked.Despite all the clothing, it was suddenly all I could think about.
Next to me, Reese said in a playful tone, "Don't tell me I've got to carry you." The last time he'd threatened such a thing, he'd actually made good on it.
It had been exciting and thrilling and more than a little romantic, but there was no way I'd make him do it again, so with a little laugh, I bolted into the suite, calling over my shoulder, "You'll never catch me!"
But in the end, he did.
And the truth was, I liked it.
A lot.
Chapter 51
Reese
Until now, there had been nobody for me to spoil. During those lean years, before I'd come into money, I hadn't had the resources to do it. AndafterI'd gotten so filthy fucking rich, I hadn't had anyone worth spoiling.
I mean, yeah, I wasn't stingy with my dates, and I'd given away plenty of fine jewelry – usually as a fond fuck-you when the relationship had run its course.
But Emily was something different.
She wasn't jaded like too many of the women I'd taken into my bed, and for the first time in my life, payback wasn't the only thing I enjoyed giving.
Last night, I'd spent hours watching Emily try on the new clothing, including a sexy little black number made of nearly nothing but lace. That one, she hadn't worn for long.
In the end, I'd torn it off with my teeth, loving the laughing squeals she'd made when I'd ripped it off her warm, wriggling body – and loving all of those other sounds she'd made afterward when I'd given her that third orgasm on the tangled sheets.
This morning, I'd woken with her cradled in my arms, nestled against me as if she'd belonged there from the start. In the quiet bedroom, I'd lain there for a long time, listening to the steady sounds of her soft breathing as a feeling of contentment washed over me like a warm breeze on a frigid day.
That was over two hours ago. Since then, we had showered, dressed, and eaten breakfast. But even now, outside the bed, I was still asking myself what the hell was going on. Whatever it was, I was liking it more than I should've, especially considering who she was.
Emily's voice brought me back to the present. "You know what?"
"What?"
She smiled in the elevator. "I think those were the best pancakes I've ever had."
We were alone, riding upward, heading back to the suite after dining in the resort's lake-view restaurant. Whether by chance or fate, Emily and I had ordered the same exact thing – blueberry pancakes with a double side of bacon.
She was wearing one of the new outfits – a rose-colored dress with matching high heels. She wore it well, outshining everyone like a diamond in the rough.
I smiled down at her. "The best, huh? What about the truck-stop place?"
"Well, those are pretty good, too," she said. "But I think the pancakes here are just a tiny bit better."
