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She laughed softly, shaking her head in amusement. "Impressive. But honestly, I shouldn't be surprised. I've seen first hand how good it is."
A waiter approached, poised with a notepad. I glanced at Paisley. "Whatever you want," I told her. I knew some guys liked to order for their dates, show off their worldly knowledge of wines and dishes. But with Paisley, I never wanted to assume. Our relationship was about mutual respect, and besides, the woman had impeccable taste.
"Thank you," she replied, her eyes twinkling. "I'll start with a glass of the Austin special." She winked at me.
"Good choice," I chuckled, ordering the same.
Dinner was a beautiful blend of laughter, flirtation, and gentle touches. We shared stories, our dreams, and talked about the quirky things that defined us. Every once in a while, our feet would touch under the table, sending electric shocks up my spine.
"The food here is exceptional," Paisley commented, savoring a bite.
"Well, I only take my fiancée to the best spots," I retorted cheekily, still not quite believing I could refer to her that way.
She snorted. "Oh, of course. How could I forget? You're a billionaire."
I leaned in, lowering my voice. "Not just a billionaire, love. I'm your billionaire."
She blushed, a genuine smile lighting up her face. "As long as you remember that."
The night was filled with stolen glances and soft touches. It felt like the world had faded away, and it was just the two of us. Every so often, she'd tease me, and I'd playfully challenge her back. The banter between us was electric, charged with an underlying current of desire.
At one point, when our hands met over the table, I couldn't resist bringing hers to my lips. The soft kiss I placed on her knuckles made her heart rate spike—I could see it in her eyes.
"You know," I began, searching her eyes for a hint of mischief, "I was considering ordering dessert, but I think I've found something sweeter right here."
She laughed, a sound so full of life it made my heart swell. "Always the charmer. But, let's get one thing straight—I might be sweet, but I'm not that easy."
Chuckling, I leaned back, raising an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?"
She smirked, "Maybe."
The rest of the evening was a delightful dance of words and subtle touches. We lost track of time until the restaurant began to thin out, signaling that it was getting late.
After paying the bill, I helped Paisley with her coat, and we headed out, our fingers entwined. The night was crisp and cool, the city's lights sparkling around us. But the most brilliant thing that night was the connection we shared, the promise of many more evenings like this one.
The car ride back was silent, but not an awkward one. We sat close, her head resting on my shoulder. The energy between us was palpable—electric and full of promise. Whatever challenges lay ahead, I knew we'd face them together. And in that moment, I was grateful—grateful for the journey that led us to each other and for the journey that lay ahead.
The car ride to the hotel was filled with a comfortable silence. Paisley's hand rested on my thigh, her fingers drawing absent patterns, making my skin tingle under her touch. As the car pulled up to the hotel, I shot her a playful look.
"Hey, there's a jacuzzi in the suite. Interested?" I proposed. The glint in her eyes told me all I needed to know.
"That sounds perfect," she whispered, her voice sultry. "I feel so stiff after that plane ride."
We hurried up to the room, our fingers interlaced, both of us aware of the growing tension between us.
Inside the dimly lit suite, I approached her from behind, my fingers gently finding the zipper of her dress. I leaned down, my lips brushing against the nape of her neck as I whispered, "Let me help you with that."
She shivered under my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Please."
I slowly dragged the zipper down, exposing the soft curve of her back. My fingers trailed the path, taking in every inch of her flawless skin. The dress slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, revealing her in the most intimate lingerie. I couldn't help but take a moment, soaking in the sight of her. Paisley, vulnerable yet so confident, looking back at me with those deep, inviting eyes.
She reached out, her hands delicately undoing the buttons of my shirt. Every touch, every brush of her fingers was deliberate, driving me wild with anticipation. As she peeled the shirt off, her fingers traced the contours of my chest, exploring each ridge and dip.
"Your turn," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.
My belt was next, her nimble fingers making quick work of it. My trousers fell to the floor, and for a moment, we simply stood there, admiring each other. The world outside ceased to exist, the only reality was the heated space between us.
Holding out my hand, I guided her to the bathroom. The tub was massive, meant for two, with soft lighting casting an inviting glow. I turned on the water, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature.
