It was the perfect erotic image—my abdomen pinned to his chest, my head gradually reclined away from him, pushing my breasts in his face. Azmir grinded hard and purposefully. My arms dangled behind me onto the bed as Azmir freely used my body to find his release. Seconds later, he sang my name as he detonated deep inside of me.
I lay in Azmir’s arms, exhausted, satiated and out of breath. Our breathing eventually stabilized, though I could lay there forever. I forgot where I was and the nature of my visit until Azmir reminded me.
“We have to get up. You have a long day ahead.”
“Mmmmmm...” I purred, indicating my desire to stay put.
“Come on, Brimm. You have another presentation today.”
“Crap! I do!” I yelped like an alarm had gone off in my head. I sat up on his lap. “What time is it?” I asked, darting my attention to the time clock. It read seven forty-one. “Crap! I’m missing breakfast. I guess I’ll just have to starve.”
I wasn’t in the mood to rush through a meal. Most importantly, I wasn’t ready to leave Azmir.
“Let’s order room service then get you into the shower. You can still be on time for your presentation.”
Huhn? “How did you know I had a presentation?”
That was his second time mentioning it. I hadn’t even told him about this conference. I’m sure Sharon forwarded my schedule this week to his assistant per usual, but that didn’t indicate that I’d be facilitating, did it?
“It’s my job to know everything about you,” he whispered with a sly, yet sexy smirk—his panty-snatching smirk. “Now come on. Up!” he ordered.
Chapter 4
Rayna
We rode north on Interstate 5, on our way back to the marina after the conference in San Diego. After stopping for lunch on Newport Beach, we returned to the car to finish the commute, exchanging no words. I accepted the companionable silence and simply appreciated the breeze that blew forcefully through the cracked windows and the majestic Oceanside view.
It was seldom that I got the privilege of being driven, which is why I loved when Azmir was at the wheel. It reminded me of traditional normal, where the man leads and the woman sits back and relaxes, trusting his navigation—literally and figuratively. It gave me time to think.
As much as I tried, I could come up with no plan for how I would confront Azmir about his kiss with Dawn. I struggled with the fear of him feeling that he didn’t owe me an explanation because although he’d invited me to live with him, he didn’t promise anything beyond that.
When we arrived at the apartment, we ran into Manny, one of the building’s concierge, who was as eager as ever to see Azmir. They spoke vaguely when Azmir asked him about a delivery. Whatever that meant, Manny assured that it was received and properly handled. Azmir also asked Manny to arrange for Azna to be picked up from the kennel and brought home, much to my relief. I’d missed my little fur ball. Hearing Azmir bark out orders in his CEO mien reminded me of the lifestyle I’ve adapted since agreeing to live with him. Everything was at his fingertips, hugely convenient and at a moment’s call. This could possibly be another thing that I’d be walking away from.
As soon as we stepped into the apartment, there in the foyer was a concierge luggage cart with a black suit bag hanging from it with an Italian boutique’s name displayed on it. On the floor of the cart was a shopping bag with shoes. I quickly turned to look at Azmir who didn’t seem as surprised as I was at all.
“It’s for you…for tonight. We’re going out.”
“Out where?” I was confused.
“On a date.”
“Oh.”