10
I place the glass on the kitchen side and follow his footsteps. My dress falls from my body as I undo the zipper, and I slink out of my underwear, leaving a trail across the floor to the bathroom.
Without thinking, I push open the door. The glass surrounding the shower is steamed, but not enough to keep Aaron hidden from sight. I drink him in greedily.
Broad shoulders. Toned biceps. Washboard abs. Tight ass.
It’s the same body I remember but so different. It’s older. More mature. More confident, defined, powerful.
I pull open the shower door and he jolts. “Dayton? What are you doing?”
“Shh.” The door clicks shut and I hold a finger to his lips. “Don’t ask me questions I can’t answer.”
I curl my hand around his neck and pull his face to mine. His hands slip over my body at the touch of our lips. They move slowly, exploring every inch of me and caressing like he’s committing it to memory in case it never happens again. Each touch becomes more frantic, more urgent, and I feel his cock get hard against my thigh.
I slide my hand between us and wrap my fingers around his hardening length. Slowly, I stroke him, feeling him get harder and harder with every movement of my fingers.
“What are you… Ah—”
“I told you to shh.”
I squeeze his cock lightly and step back. My lips travel from his jaw and down his neck, following the path of the water running in rivulets down his body. His stomach tenses beneath my kisses as I touch my mouth to each of the muscles there.
My tongue tastes his skin as I trace it along the V muscle, stopping an inch above his bulging erection.
“Dayton,” he grinds out.
I look up into heavy-lidded, dangerously dark, seductive eyes. Shivers course through my body at the intensity in his gaze despite the heat of the water, and when his jaw tics, my lips twitch in response. He clenches his hands into fists at his sides when I drop to my knees and kiss the base of his cock, my eyes still on his.
“F*ck.” The word leaves him in a tortured hiss, his restraint obvious.
I relish the small rush of power that flows over me from knowing that I’m affecting him this way. Knowing that I’m affecting him so much that he closes his eyes as my lips travel up the length of his shaft delights me. The realization is instantaneous—right here, right now, I’m completely in control. I have control in a way I haven’t for two weeks, and I’m going to make the most of every second Aaron Stone is at my mercy.
I swirl my tongue around the end of his cock and lick away the tiny bit of pre-cum that escapes. My fingers are wrapped around the base of him, and I run my tongue along his length several times, teasing him, delighting in more heavy breathing from him. I take him fully into my mouth and he growls my name in his throat—a raw, primal sound that rests and settles inside my already-wet p-ssy.
His hand fists my hair as I grip his hip and pull him deeper into me. My cheeks hollow as I give one long, slow, hard suck that makes him groan loudly. I control my smile and suck again, this time faster, moving my head and flicking my tongue around him. He tightens his grip on my hair and tugs a little, making my scalp sting. I gasp at the sharp, unexpected feeling and wrap my fingers around him tighter.
My hand moves with my mouth. Covering all of him. Milking all of him. Playing all of him. He’s big and he’s beautiful, and the tiny drops of cum falling from the end of his cock coat my tongue and throat as I swallow them down.
“F*ck, Dayton.” My name is a heavy, deep groan. He reaches down and takes my hand from him. “All of it. With your mouth. I want every last bit of my cock in your mouth.”
His words make my p-ssy clench. I relax my throat and push forward until my lips wrap the base of his cock. I suck extra hard as I pull back, and my tongue has no sooner touched his head than he’s pushing me back down. I slide my hand from his hip to his ass and smack it lightly.
“I’m in charge here, Mr. Stone. Not you.” I link our fingers, both hands, and hold them to the sides.
“Jesus.” He breathes heavily, and I can tell he’s close. His cock is harder and swelling, and a small bit of cum spurts from him.
“Come for me, Aaron,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the end of his cock. “Hard.”
He does. My lips wrap around him and he comes instantly, hot spurts hitting the back of my throat. I suck him until he’s dry, swallowing every drop and savoring the rich taste of him.
He pulls me up and against him harshly. His lips take mine roughly, slowly tapering off to softer, tenderer kisses.
“F*cking hell, Dayton,” he whispers, cupping the back of my head. “I was wrong earlier. You in that dress isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s you on your knees in front of me with your red lips wrapped around my cock.”
I smile against him. “You wanted to do something crazy.”
“Mmm. I like your crazy.” He slips a hand down to my p-ssy and runs a finger along it. “You’re wet, gorgeous. Is that for me?”
My lips part and I nod. Crap.
“From sucking my cock?”
“Uh-huh.”
He slides two fingers inside me easily. “So very wet.” He kisses along my jaw. “And you still resist me. Why, Dayton? Wouldn’t you rather this be my cock inside you right now?”
He brushes my * with his thumb. Holy…
“Wouldn’t you rather I be holding you against his shower door and sinking deep into you? F*cking you hard and fast?”
I drop my head to his shoulder and part my legs slightly, breathing more heavily than a moment ago.
“It’s tempting. I could pin you against this wall right now and f*ck you until you scream my name. Or I could hold you there and lick every last bit of your wetness up with my tongue. How about that?”
I cry out as pleasure begins to build inside me, but I can barely feel his fingers working me. It’s his words. They’re making me think of what could be and how he could make me feel.
“I’d hook your legs over my shoulders while I run my tongue along your wet slit. You’d shudder and tremble and beg me to stop, but I wouldn’t. I’d lick you harder and faster until you came all over my tongue. And I bet you taste just as sweet as you used to.” He drags his teeth along my bottom lip.
I hold on to him tightly, my nails digging into his skin as he brings me closer to the edge. As his fingers sink inside me, his thumb pushes into my throbbing *. I gasp and push my naked, wet body against his solid one. I writhe against him until he brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Come for me, Dayton. Hard.”
He presses his fingers deeper and pushes my * harder and I come apart on a blissful high. Pleasure threads through my body, making my legs tremble. I am wholly consumed with the feelings flooding my body.
“F*ck,” I mutter into his chest. “I didn’t plan that.”
Aaron’s chest vibrates as he laughs. “If you think you’re going to suck me off and make me come that hard without getting the favor returned, then you can think again.” He runs his hands over my body. “Come here.”
He lathers soap in his hands and rubs it over my body before reaching for the shampoo.
“Turn around.”
“I can wash my hair,” I grumble.
“I know,” is all he says before he runs his fingers through my hair and works the shampoo in. His fingers moving against my scalp is relaxing and comforting and—
“You always used to love washing my hair.” The words are soft. Unsure.
He falters in his movements. “You remember.”
I swallow back a sudden lump of emotion. “Yep. I had a fight with Mom. She didn’t want me to get hurt by you. Because she didn’t get it. So I ran to you and you spent half an hour in the bath, sitting behind me, just washing my hair and listening to me talk.”
“And then I held you while you cried because you felt so bad for yelling at her.”
I close my eyes. “Then I dragged you to meet her properly and convinced her it didn’t matter if I got hurt because I loved you. And the love was worth the pain I knew would follow when we parted.”
Aaron washes the shampoo from my hair, and when it’s completely clean, when I think the conversation is over, he runs his fingers through it.
“Was it? Worth it?”
“I don’t know.”
I hear the scrape of metal as the dark curtains are spread open, filling the room with bright sunlight.
“Good morning,” Aaron says in a voice that’s way too happy.
“No it isn’t.” I burrow beneath the covers. “Go away.”
He laughs and tugs the sheets away. “I have coffee.”
“I don’t care. It’s too early.”
“I told you I had an early start.”
“Yep. You. You have an early start. Not me.”
“Wrong.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What do you mean, wrong?”
“We both have an early start.”
“But you said—”
He leans forward, smirking. “I didn’t say anything about a meeting or work, did I?”
Did he? No. Crap.
“So you left that party early why?”
“Because this is the only day this week without a meeting or a goddamn party, and I want to spend it with you.”
I prop myself up on my elbow. “And what if I have plans?”
“With who?” He raises an eyebrow in amusement.
“With myself.”
“Stop being ridiculous. Drink your coffee, get up, and get ready.”
I sit up. “Is that a request?”
“It’s a demand. F*cking do it.”
I grin at his retreating back and grab the coffee, sipping slowly. I kind of love it when he does that. When that demanding, powerful side of him I see so clearly when he’s turned on creeps into everyday life.
“I’m not waiting all day, Dayton!” he yells into the room.
“You didn’t say I had to drink the coffee fast!”
“We leave in ten minutes.” He pokes his head around the door. “So it’s the coffee or your looks.”
“You woke me up with ten minutes to get ready?” I jump out of bed, totally disregarding the fact I’m only in underwear, and run to my suitcase.
“No.”
I look straight into his amused, smirking face.
“You have half an hour. But it was worth it to see you in that lace.”
“You’re an a*shole, Aaron Stone.”
“You should see me in the boardroom.” He winks and I shake my head. I can fully believe it.
I unzip my suitcase and stare at the masses of clothes there. “What am I supposed to wear?”
“Whatever you want to wear.”
I fake a gasp. “No demands?”
“Don’t f*cking tempt me, Dayton.”
I laugh quietly and grab a dress. It’s fun pushing these newfound buttons he has—even if I’ve only nudged a few of them. These are sides that were suppressed when we met, things I only ever got a glimpse of. But maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe if he’d been this powerful, then I’d have run a mile.
Funny how the thing that probably would have scared me then is very thing that makes me so attracted to him right now.
“And don’t even think about taking that lace off,” he calls through when I hook my fingers in the side of my panties.
“Does it matter? You won’t be seeing it.”
“No.” He appears in the doorway again, his eyes hooded. Shivers assault my body. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t imagine you in it and f*ck you in my mind all day.”
He goes as quickly as he appeared and my jaw drops. So what if men f*ck me—physically and mentally—all the time? None of them have ever been quite as blunt about it as Aaron.
“Close your mouth, sweetheart, or I might be tempted to fill it for you.”
“Jesus Christ!” I pull my dress over my head and storm out of the room. He’s leaning against the small bar in the corner, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you swallow an erotica book or something?”
“I warned you I’d be f*cking you in my mind. That includes your mouth.”
My cheeks heat.
“Are you blushing?”
“No! I don’t blush.” Or I shouldn’t. I’m a f*cking call girl!
“You’re either blushing or you’re having an orgasm right now. You have the same look on your face. Glazed eyes, lips parted, cheeks flushed.” His eyes flick over my features. “And if you’re having an orgasm, I’m better than I thought. Or you just really love the idea of sucking my cock.”
I ignore the sudden clench of my p-ssy and point at him. “You, sir, are an arrogant bastard.”
He smirks. “Go and get ready, Dayton. We’re leaving soon.”
I show him my middle finger and stalk into the bedroom. There isn’t a chance in hell I’m about to let him know just how much I did love having him in my mouth.
It was the power, the knowledge that, for five minutes, Mr. I Don’t Ask, I Tell was completely under my control. He was at my mercy for as long as my lips were wrapped around him and his hips were jerking into my mouth. His actions were completely controlled by me until the moment his cock swelled and he filled my mouth with his release.
That was it. Not the way he groaned my name and tugged my hair. Or the way he kissed me after as if he were starving.
It was the power.
Yep. I’m going with that.
When I step back into the main room, he throws a beach tote at me. “Put a bikini in that.”
“So much for not taking off the lace,” I throw over my shoulder.
“You can take it off when I say you can take it off.”
F*ck that.
I pull my dress over my head and change from my underwear to my bikini, shoving the lace into my bag. I wonder how long I’ll get away with this one.
“Ready?”
I nod, and Aaron takes my hand in the elevator. Neither of us says a word on the way down, but I know when he curves his lips to one side. He pulls me close to him the in lobby.
“Nice try,” he whispers in my ear, reaching up to my neck. He tugs on the pink string, freeing my bikini tie, and I gasp. The top slips down, the halter neck of my dress not tight enough to keep it in place, and my nipples brush against the soft cotton of my dress.
“You…”
He grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “A*shole? I know. It’s a nice view from here though.”
I jab him in the side with my elbow. “How am I supposed to tie it back up?”
We step into the dry Australian heat and a black BMW pulls up. Aaron opens the passenger-side door.
“I suppose you can do it in here.”
I glare at him and get in the car. He pauses after getting in, his eyes focused on me.
“I’m not tying up the f*cking bikini with the valet staring at me like he’s never seen a woman before.” I glance at the wide-eyed young guy with a tent forming in his pants.
“How awkward for him.” Aaron’s voice is amused, but I can sense the hint of annoyance he’s trying to hide behind a smirk.
I lick my lips. “How old do you think he is?”
“Don’t even go there.”
“He looks at least twenty. That’s totally in my age range.”
“Dayton,” Aaron growls, flexing his fingers in his lap. “Shut the f*ck up.”
I sigh and maneuver my bikini back over my breasts to retie it. “I’ll keep my thoughts to myself in future.”
“You shouldn’t be having thoughts like that.”
“Why not? I’m single.”
He doesn’t need to know I don’t f*ck for pleasure.
“Not on my bank account you’re not.”
I huff. “Pulling that again, are you?”
“I can have this car pulled over so I can take you on the side of the road if you’d prefer that as reminder.”
Oh my. “Exhibitionist.”
His blue eyes cut to me. “In fact, I couldn’t do that.”
I shake my head. “Chicken.”
One of his eyebrows arches, and we pull into the harbor. “I could f*ck you on the side of the road, Dayton, just as long as there aren’t people around. I’m much too possessive to let anyone else see the body I did last night.” He helps me from the car.
“Perhaps you should blindfold me next time I change then. Lest anyone other than you lays eyes on my body.”
A grin twitches his lips and he brings them close to mine. “Don’t be so f*cking difficult.”
“Middle name,” I murmur against his coffee-flavored mouth.
“No, it’s not. It’s Lauren.” He takes my mouth in a delicious kiss that makes my knees tremble.
“You’re being very obvious today, Mr. Stone.”
“If you look to your left, you’ll see a man on a boat. Blue cap, no shirt, cargo shorts.” He ghosts his way to my ear so I can turn my head. “That boat belonged to my father, and now, me. The man is named Joseph, and he’s looked after this boat for the last five years. He’ll be sailing it today.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d have to say your dad is spying on us.”
“No, that’s my mother.” He grins and pulls me over to the boat. “Dad’s just the middle man keeping her happy.”
“Keeping her happy? You mean you Stone men can be tamed?”
“That’s what we like our women to think.”
He helps me onto the boat and introduces me to Joseph, a thirty-something man with a physique of a twenty-year-old and the charm of a man who’s been around. He brushes Aaron’s annoyed look off with a wink to me, telling us lunch will be served at midday.
“Nice guy,” I say, watching him go.
Aaron’s hand cups my jaw and he turns my face into him. His eyes are dark and his breath hot. “Stop provoking me, Dayton. You know it pisses me off and that’s why you do it. I told you before. You don’t get to look at other guys when you’re with me. You don’t get to look at them, think about them, or flirt with them. You still belong to me for a few more weeks.”
I want to argue. I want to fight back and tell him to shove his ‘you belong to me’ bullshit where the sun doesn’t shine. But I don’t.
“Okay.”
He blinks. “Okay?”
I shrug. “Okay.”
“No arguments? No fight? No insults through gritted teeth?”
“I can be agreeable sometimes. Not often,” I add at the disbelieving look that crosses his face, “but it’s been known to happen. And there’s no need to look so f*cking surprised.”
“Do you have to swear so much?”
“Yes.” I knock his hand from me and sit back on a sun lounger as we leave the harbor.
“You never used to.”
My eyes trace the skyline of the city we’re slowly leaving behind. “I never planned to, but my job changes people. It pushes your limits and broadens your horizons in what is sometimes the most effed-up ways possible. That’s just how it is, and when you stand in front of enough men who only want you for one thing, you accept sex for what it is. F*cking.”
“You don’t need to talk about yourself in such a derogatory way.”
“Why? That’s what it is. I don’t have sex with these guys, Aaron. We don’t make love. We f*ck. After a while, you accept your job for the blunt reality of what it is and it filters through into the rest of your life.”
“And it jades you.”
I glance at him. “No. It changes you and perhaps the way you see the world, but it doesn’t jade you. The person that jaded me is me.”
He leans back, folding his arms across his chest, and peers over the top of his Ray-Bans. “I don’t believe you. Something jaded you.”
A small, dry laugh leaves me and I look away. “Sleep with enough men who promise forever to a woman then go away on business while she’s sitting at home rocking a baby to sleep and you see how hollow love is. How easily promises can be broken.”
Nothing but the sound of the boat against the water surrounds us for an uncomfortable moment.
“Have you ever come between a marriage?”
“I don’t know. It’s not my job to know.”
“That sounds…cold.”
I smile wanly and meet his eyes. “Why people hire me is none of my business, unless a reason is explicitly asked for, like with you. Most of the time, the meeting is made and carried through with no questions or information provided to me. Call me cold, call me a bitch, but when I walk into an appointment with my clients, all I want to know is if they have my money and how they want me to f*ck them. Not if their wife is sitting at home polishing the silver while he gets what he’s obviously being denied.”
“What he’s obviously being denied?”
The arch in his eyebrow pisses me off, and I raise my own in return.
“If he was getting it at home, he wouldn’t need to pay for it, now would he?”
Aaron snorts, and I shift in my seat.
“Are you telling me if you were married and weren’t getting it you wouldn’t go elsewhere?”
His eyes crash into mine with an intensity that makes my heart stutter. “No. No, I f*cking wouldn’t. I’d grab my wife, sit her the f*ck down, and work through that shit. Whatever it took. If I was committed to one woman, I’d be committed to her and her alone. And if, in the impossible event I was tempted to look elsewhere, I certainly wouldn’t pay for it.”
“That’s ironic, don’tcha think?” I stand and storm back to the cabin.
“Shit. Dayton! I didn’t mean it that way.” His footsteps are hard against the floor as he follows me.
I lock the door behind me and lean against it. It’s more than a bit goddamn ironic coming from the guy paying for someone to be by his side for six weeks. Try the absolute definition of the f*cking word.
“What way did you mean it?” I yell through the door. “That you don’t need to pay for it because you could easily find it for free? That you’re too good to pay for a hooker?”
He bangs his fist against the door, making it vibrate against my back. “Don’t call yourself that. Jesus. Open the door!”
“F*ck no.” I cross my arms over my chest, a pang of hurt tightening my chest. I’m surprised by how bad that last sentence made me feel—especially given the situation we’re in.
“Bambi, please open the door.”
“If you don’t stop calling me that, I’m going to order a figurine off Amazon and shove it up your backside.”
A muffled sound rumbles through the door and I pause. Is he laughing? He is. What a jackass.
“I’d like to see you try. Now please open the door because I’m sick of shouting at you through it.”
I push off the wooden surface and throw myself on the sofa that curves the corner. This is one big-ass boat. “No. I’m mad at you and I don’t want to speak to you right now.”
He sighs loudly, and I can imagine him running his fingers through his hair. “Okay. I tried asking nicely. Open the door before I kick the f*cking thing down.”
“You wouldn’t?” That sounded more uncertain than I’d hoped for.
“I’ll kick down anything that stops me from getting to you.”
“If that was supposed to soften me up, you failed!”
Now, if someone could tell that to the flutter in my stomach, that’d be great.
“Open the door.”
“No!”
He rams into the door, once, twice, three times. The lock snaps and the door splinters with the weight of his body against it, and he nearly falls into the cabin. I narrow my eyes and fold my arms across my body.
Aaron steadies himself and brushes off his shoulder. “That was unfortunate.”
“I’m sure you can afford a new one, what with all the sex you don’t have to buy.”
“That came out wrong and you know it.”
“Actually, you know what?” I stand. “I don’t. Do you know why I keep my job a secret? Why I have a second name? My safety aside, I do it because I don’t want to live with the stigma of being a call girl. I don’t want to be viewed as the kind of person you just made me feel like.”
“Day…” He reaches for me and I step back.
“I do it because sometimes, at the end of the day, I feel dirty and cheap enough that I don’t need anyone else to weigh in on it.”
Aaron grabs me quicker than I can move away and holds me to him. “You’re not dirty and you’re certainly not cheap.”
“Only because you know my price tag,” I hiss.
“Wrong,” he says firmly. “Because you did what you had to do to survive at a time when there weren’t any other options for you. When you were scared and lost and alone.”
“And now? What’s your excuse for now?”
“Monique became the family you’d lost, and no one likes to leave their family.”
And he’s right. He’s so, so f*cking right that I’d probably cry into his chest if I weren’t still so pissed at him.
“Thank you for that evaluation, Dr. Phil, but I’m a big enough girl to know that the only opinion of you that matters is your own.” I shake his hands off my arms and cross to the kitchenette area.
Why the f*ck is there a mini kitchen on a boat? I yank open the cupboards until I find a glass and pour myself a glass of water, draining it in one go.
“If my opinion of you doesn’t mean anything to you, tell me why you just stormed away from me.”
He’s right behind me. My skin is buzzing despite the fact that he’s not touching me. I’m completely alive at the mere feeling of his breath brushing across my shoulder.
“I’m a proud person. I don’t like to be put down.”
“You’re a stubborn person, sweetheart.” He runs his hands down my arms to my hands, where he slowly links his fingers through mine. “Don’t be proud with me. It doesn’t wash, and neither does your not-caring bullshit. You don’t get to be as in love as we once were and not care about what the other person thinks.”
“Seven years, Aaron. Things you care about change a lot in that time.”
“I still care about you. That never changed. It never will.”
“You care about the person you knew.”
“No, I care about the beautiful, stubborn, challenging, difficult woman standing in front of me.”
“I think I should be flattered by that, but you lost me at ‘stubborn, challenging, and difficult.’”
He chuckles lowly and steps into me. My back curves into his body in response to his touch, a response I neither want nor like. Automatic reactions are dangerous territory.
He runs his nose along my neck, his breath tracing below its path, making me shiver. “I’m calling it in, sweetheart. I know I said I wouldn’t, but I am.”
“So much for not paying for it.”
“I’m not. I pay for you to accompany me to dinners and functions and all the fancy shit. I’m not paying for your body because you’ll give it to me freely.”
“You sound real sure of yourself, Mr. Stone.”
“I can’t stand seeing you and not being able to have you the way I want.”
He creeps his finger to the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head then removes his own shirt. His bare skin burns against mine, and his hands flatten on my stomach, holding me flush against him. My breathing picks up slightly when his fingertips graze my bikini line.
“Like this. Do you know how hard it is to lie in bed next to you night after night, both of us in our underwear, and not pull you to me? Do you have any f*cking idea how hard it is for me to not flip you onto your back and explore your body with my fingers or devour it with my mouth? It kills me, Dayton. I want you so badly my head is clouded with thoughts of you every second of the day, and just the mention of your name makes me hard.”
It’s not all that makes him hard. I can feel his erection pressing into my lower back through his shorts, tantalizingly hard. Almost as if it’s teasing me because it knows I’ve seen the beauty of it. I’ve seen it, felt it, tasted it. And I want more.
“Tomorrow night, after the dinner, I’m going to take you back to our suite and I’m going to f*ck you the way I’ve dreamed of since I saw you again two and a half weeks ago. And you’re going to let me. You’re not going to treat me like your client and fake your way through it. You’re going to treat me and respond to me like the man you want beside you and inside you.”
“What if I fight you?”
“You won’t.” He nips my neck then flicks his tongue over the tiny sting there. “Because you know you won’t win. I’ve waited too long, Dayton.”
“It hasn’t even been three weeks. I’ve waited longer for a shoe delivery.”
He slips his fingers inside my bikini and runs two along my p-ssy, which has been brought to life by our skin-on-skin contact and his forceful words. I close my eyes at the sweet feeling that hits me when he grazes my *.
“Seems like I’m not the only impatient one.”
I sigh when he removes his hand and watch with widening eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, licking off every bit of me.
“And she still tastes like heaven,” he murmurs, spinning me so he can kiss me.
“Heaven doesn’t have a taste,” I argue against his lips.
“It sure does. And it’s you.” His hands slide into my hair. “You taste like a heaven full of sins, something that’s bad but at the same time far too good to give up.”
“What kind of sins?” I tease, running my hands down his sides.
“Temptation and greed. Two things that will be my downfall. You’re far too tempting and I’m far too greedy to ever stop being tempted.”
“Did it take you long to think that up?”
He smacks my ass, and I squeak. “Don’t start with me, woman. Now behave yourself and go upstairs before Joseph thinks we’re having a morning f*ck.”
“Is that a bad thing? You said he was spying on us.” I grab my dress and saunter out of the cabin, but not before his palm connects with my other butt cheek. “Ouch!”
“I told you to behave.”
“Hmph.”
He follows me back to the loungers, where two drinks are waiting for us. I pick up my cocktail glass and point to it.
“It’s called a Blow Job.” He smirks.
“Oh. I like these.” I smirk back at him and take a sip.
He eyes me as I set it on the mini table next to me. “I’m aware.”
My smirk changes to a grin and I lie back on the lounger, pulling my oversized glasses over my eyes. “Aaron?”
“Dayton?”
“I’m still really mad at you.”
His throaty chuckle wraps around me. “I know.”