Chapter 40: | touch down-2

It's because you like it. How is that possible? Is it bad that it feels so good? Go ahead. Let go. The palms of his hands warm my breasts as he plunges them down my dress. He exposes my breasts to the outside air, causing my back to arch in response. His hands return to my waist, holding me down as he pummels my bottom. My nipples shrink as a cool ocean breeze blows past and all the while, Phoenix continues invading my space in the naughtiest of ways. Until I can no longer withstand it. Until I can't hold back any longer. Until I must give in. A tension-releasing explosion follows. My body is overcome with convulsions as aftershocks rock me to the core. Wetness pools in my center, inciting a powerful reaction from him. Phoenix breaks into a wild sprint. He's going faster and faster. Harder and harder. I tug at my panties, which are still hovering on my thighs. I know it'll leave a mark, but I don't care. It feels good to be naughty. "Oh. Fuck!" He teeters over the edge. "I'm coming." He releases his own explosion. That is so hot. He leans on top of me, out of breath. "You're bad." He laughs as he pulls out. "As long as it's this much fun, I'll play the bad girl." I bat my eyelashes at him. Phoenix snickers at my response. "Smartass." He pulls up his pants, stumbles past the balcony doors and disappears inside. Laughing with him, I let my dress fall and lean back against the all-glass railing. After a few moments, he returns with a warm, wet towel. He gently lifts my dress, wipes me clean and pulls up my panties. "That was unexpected." I smile lovingly. Taking the towel inside, he returns and plops down on the red, cushiony sectional. "Must. Eat. Food," he says in his best caveman voice. "Let me fix you something to eat." "No need. Let's just order from the on-site chef." I raise an eyebrow. "Really? A private chef? I can't compete with that." Phoenix playfully pats the cushion next to him, inviting me to join him. I walk over and sink into the plushness. He cradles me in his strong arms. "So, what's on for tonight?" "Whatever you want." He leans in, planting a tender kiss on my lips. Again. I feel it heat up in my lower region. Is there such a thing as too much sex? "Tell you what. Let's stay in tonight. The real fun doesn't start till tomorrow anyway." Phoenix traces an imaginary line from the sensual part of my ear down to my breast. "I'm cool with that." Trying to contain my excitement, I cover my lips. "Maybe there are other things we can do?" A girlish giggle escapes my mouth. "I'm sure there are plenty of other things we can do. I can think of one, right now as we wait for our food." "But first, we have to order the food." We get up and go inside. Phoenix finds a menu in the living room on the wooden work of art he claims is a coffee table. We have a seat on his mushroom-colored leather sectional and peruse our options. Just then, Mia runs from the other side of the penthouse. "There you are! Have you seen this place?" her voice is super high. She's thrilled. "I haven't had the chance." I laugh knowingly, leaning back into Phoenix. He smiles. "I haven't given her the tour yet." "Girl, just wait till you see it." Riz catches up to Mia. "Gotcha!" He wraps his arms around her waist. Their body language is very telling. "I say we stay in tonight." Riz gives Phoenix a look. If I'm reading him correctly, that look is man-speak for, there's some "business" I need to attend to and, I know who that is. I better warn my little sis. Mia looks squarely at me. "A place like this deserves to get lived in a little, right Aria?" Mia's tone alludes to a double meaning. She gives me a look I know all too well. Like she's privy to something I'm trying to keep secret. She can totally tell what's up. You have that just sexed hair. My cheeks burn. But does she know what's in store for her? It's so obvious Riz is planning to tap that. "I'm sure you'll break it in properly, Mia." My poker face is stoic. Mia snickers and sucks her teeth. "Maybe I will . . . ." "So, what's up with Penelope and your boy JC? Where are they?" I ask, changing the subject. "Last time we saw them, JC was teaching your girl Penelope how to play pool." "We're about to order food. We should see what they want to do. I'll call." Phoenix walks out to the master balcony to grab his phone. He comes back inside. "It's a go. We stay in tonight, play, have a little fun. Go out tomorrow and it's on!" A buzzer goes off and Phoenix walks to the intercom. He's talking to someone. He turns around with a sneaky smile on his face. "I forgot to tell you, Nixon was flying in later." "The weekend is about to be lit!" "Ah! My boy's here!" "And who is Nixon?" I lean over and whisper to Mia, "He's the fourth musketeer. They get a little reckless when they're all together. Brace for it." "Oh." "And Mia, you know Riz is trying to hit that?" I whisper while the guys are all riled up. She's all smiles. "Ari, I can handle myself. Can you?" "Alrighty then!" The elevator bell dings and we all watch the double doors open with anticipation. There's Nixon, dressed in linen, like a true Miamian with his luggage. Standing beside him is a woman I've never seen before. By the looks of it, she must be his wife. Her dark brown hair falls a little past her shoulders. Golden brown skin, nice smile. I'd say she's a little older, in her late thirties. Judging by the way she hugs and laughs with the guys, she seems to know them well. I hope she can enjoy herself with us girls. When Phoenix introduces me to her, we smile and politely shake hands but almost immediately, I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something tells me she's trouble.