Chapter 11

He gives me want I begged for, slamming me down on him. I take my arms from around his neck to sit up and plant my hands on his legs behind me. My head falls back as I circle my hips on him, my body preparing for the bliss I feel hurdling toward me. A choked gasp leaves me as he slams me down on him once more, grinding against my clit. He arches up into me, hitting a spot so sweet I come apart with a breathy moan of his name.My body feels like ecstasy is flooding my veins, sending stars dancing behind my closed eyelids.

"Look at me," he demands loudly.

My eyes fly open, and my head lazily falls forward.

"There we go, you filthy whore." He groans, and my eyes widen as I realize he's coming again. "Look at those eyes, glazed from the fucking I'm giving you. You made me come in this pussy twice."

I want to smile, but God, I'm too damn exhausted. Instead, I fall to his chest, feeling his heart thundering under my cheek as I try to catch my breath. I almost jump when I feel his hands tracing up my spine. Confusion and excitement fill me in equal measures as I stay utterly still, loving far too much how his fingers trace slow, sensual circles into my skin. It's a complete contrast to how rough we just were. This feels different, like what lovers would do after sex. This feels like strangers crossing over into intimacy, rather than just sex. It's as if he realizes this at the same time that I do, and his fingers are suddenly gone. And with his deep breath, I know our moment, our night, is over.

I lift off of him before he has the chance to move me. It feels less hurtful that way. And why should it even hurt at all? I don't quite know, but it does. I begin to wonder if, out of all the things I was worried about with this arrangement, I missed the biggest thing of all. That feelings would develop for the man I'm fucking every Saturday. Shit.

As I position myself against the headboard, he gets out of bed. Well, at least I can ignore my feelings with the great view of Law's ass as he gets his boxer briefs off the floor. He steps into them before looking at me over his shoulder. I don't even try to hide how I'm watching him. He smiles and shakes his head, then walks over to where his clothes are resting on the chair.

"You didn't get anything last time," he says.

"Huh?"

"From the hotel."

"I got breakfast."

"That came with the room. Get yourself something this time. Dessert. Anything you want."

I want you to stay.My mind whispers. But I doubt that's on the menu.

"Do you recommend anything?"

He turns around, buttoning his shirt as he smirks at me. "Is that your way of asking if I've been here before?"

Kind of. "No."

"Hmm. Get the triple chocolate cake. It comes with a brownie and ice cream."

So, he has been here before. Why does that thought bother me so much? That he may have been here with another woman, doing what we just did. Maybe had the same arrangement with her.

"No."

"I didn't say anything," I state with furrowed brows.

"Your eyes did."

"And just what did my eyes say?"

"That you're overthinking about why I know the chocolate cake is good."

I look down. Shit.

"I've never been here to fuck anyone. Except you."

Why do I care? Why did he just tell me that? Why did he need me to know that? It's all confusing. Too confusing right now.

"And since you asked me a question, I'd say I get to ask you one in return, right?" he inquires.

"Sure."

"How... how's your sister?"

"Oh." I was not expecting that at all. "She's okay. No better, no worse."

He nods. "I'll see you next Saturday."

He steps into his shoes and begins to walk to the door. I crawl to the end of the bed, trying to dissuade myself from asking what my mind is telling me to. Or maybe, it's my heart. In the end, when he's almost to the bedroom door, the words seem to blurt out on their own volition.

"Can I ask you another question?"

He stills, a moment of silence before he answers, "Yes."

"Did you want to text me, or call me, throughout the week?"

Another moment of silence. "Yes."

He walks out of the room while I smile and get off of the bed. I hear the door close just as I get the robe off the hook on the back of the door. Putting it on, I go into the living room and sit on the huge couch, finally taking in the room. I was right, he got the presidential suite. I get the menu off of the table in front of me and pick up the phone beside me.

"Front desk. How can I help you?"

"Hi. I'd like two slices of the triple chocolate cake."

"Will that be all?"

I look at the clock on the wall. "Can I also get a steak?"

"Of course, ma'am. How would you like it?"

I eat much, much more than I should have last night, staying up until three ordering everything that caught my eye, and ordering a movie to watch in the bedroom. Waking up, I feel like I'm coming out of a food coma to my phone ringing. When I look at it and see it's my sister, I'm instantly alert, swiping the screen to answer her call.

"Kami? Are you okay?"

She doesn't answer at first, her cries and sniffles coming through the phone. I toss the sheets off of myself and rush out of bed, hurrying to remove the robe as I head for my clothes still on the living room floor.

"Sarah," she croaks.

"Kami, what is it? Did your fever come back? Did the bloodwork say something is..."

"I'm on the list!" she exclaims, and a shuddering breath escapes me.

My hand goes to my mouth. "What?"

"They just came and told me. I'm on the list. I'm on the fucking list, Sarah."

I scream along with her, jumping around the hotel room.

"You scared the shit out of me, Kami. Next time lead with that news instead of crying. I was tearing through this damn hotel room like a maniac trying to get dressed."

"Hotel room?"

Dumbass.I curse at myself. How the hell could I let my happiness make me forget to act like I'm sitting at home like I would be any other Sunday morning.

"I take it your second date went well, then." Kamila chuckles. "Or is still going, because he damn sure better have stayed the night."

"Yeah," I lie. "I probably just woke him up with my scream."

"Oh, I would hope if you spent the night with him that it's not the first time he heard you scream. Otherwise, he wasted your time."

"I cannot stand you sometimes, you little freak."

"Hey, I've got to have a sex life through you these days. And let's just say you've really been lacking lately."

"So sorry to have disappointed you." I chuckle.

"I'll let you go. I just had to call you and tell you. I couldn't wait until you got here. I'm gonna call and tell Laury."

"Okay. I'll be there soon. And I have a slice of cake with your name on it."

She gasps. "He gave you sex and cake. Marry that man."

"Shut up. Love you. Bye."

"Love you."