Lanie
“Where to, ma’am?” Andrew asked, kicking the door to the porch closed behind him.
“That way!” I pointed at the bedroom with the champagne bottle.
Nipping at my neck, Andrew carried me across the living room and into the suite’s bedroom, where he set me on the edge of the bed before standing back and looking down at me. Water ran in little rivulets down his neck and chest, making the already delicious muscles that much more lickable.
“Anything else your heart currently desires?” he asked.
“Hm. Let me think.” I dramatically leaned back against my elbows, taking my time appraising his nearly-naked form. “How about you dance for me?”
Andrew’s jaw fell. “Dance?”
“Yep.” Setting the champagne bottle on the floor, I made a big scene of crawling across the bed, shaking my rear as I wen
