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“What?”
“We’re going out,” I said, leaving for the walk-in closet where she had a few outfits hanging from the hotel-provided hangers. I rifled through the small selection, then chose a little black dress that would fit her like a glove and a burgundy leather jacket. I plucked a pair of black thigh-high platform boots from the floor and dumped the items onto the bed.
“I thought we would—”
“Get dressed,” I demanded as I frantically pored through her travel jewelry box. I heard shuffling behind me and was relieved she had stopped fighting me.
“How are we going to go out without being recognized?”
“I’ll wear sunglasses and a beanie; they’ll never know.” Vera snorted and muttered something under her breath. “Turn,” I instructed as she shimmied into her dress. My half-mast dick went to full mast when I noticed her wearing the black lingerie from last night. I shook my head and committed myself to clasping a thin gold necklace around her neck and securing a pair of hoops to her ears.
She glanced at me over her shoulder, smiled, and said, “Teamwork makes the dream work, huh?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I replied, patting her ass before taking my leave to answer a call. “Five minutes, Verydian.”
“I’ll be ready, Hartford.”
“Hello?” I whispered, shutting the bedroom door behind me.
“Yo, Myers. Where are you at?” Christiansen asked.
“I’m preoccupied.”
“That’s too damn bad. The guys wanted to grab dinner and head to a strip club. Are you in?”
“No, man. I’m good.”
He gasped. “Who are you, and what have you done to Hart Myers?”
“Knock it off, Chris.”
“Are you unwell? Because the Hart Myers I know never turns down the opportunity to have tits and ass shaking in his face.”
Fuck that. My strip club is right here in Suite 2505.
“I’m good, Chris. Have fun.”
“What am I supposed to do without my wingman?” he whined.
“I’m sure you’ll have no trouble pulling some twink by yourself by the end of the night.”
“We’ll see. Wish me luck, Traitor.”
“Haha. Fuck off,” I said before disconnecting the call.
“I’m ready. Let’s go before you have a meltdown,” Vera said, leaving her bedroom looking as gorgeous as ever.
“Come here,” I replied, crooking a finger and motioning for her to come near. She shot me a defiant smirk, and for a moment, I thought I’d have to spank that ass again when she joined me.
“You were amazing out there,” she whispered, standing on her toes and brushing a kiss against my lips.
“Every goal was for you.”
She grinned and cupped my ass, roughly jerking me towards her.
If I say it once, I’ll say it again. I don’t mind when she gets a little aggressive with me. It’s a complete fucking turn-on when she takes control.
“And I’m going to try my very best to make you come four times for four goals before I leave in the morning.”
