Major

“I only brought one dress. I thought this was a one-dinner weekend.”

“I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.”

“I can buy my own dress, thank you very much. And what I meant was I’ll need to run home tomorrow and get another if we’re having dinner out.”

I love her sassy independence. Truth be told, she probably makes more money than I do, but spoiling her is so much fun.

“We don’t need to go out tomorrow night. Garcia wants the night alone with Kimber anyway. We can order room service and stay in bed.”

“I love that idea.” She wraps both of her arms around one of mine as we walk through the gorgeous foyer of the Del Mar into its five-star restaurant.

Violet is seduction in stilettos and a backless, deep purple dress. How she can wear something so loose-fitting and still have me hard as stone is a mystery to me. It could be because I know there’s absolutely nothing under that dress but brown, silky bare skin. The slim spaghetti straps don’t allow for a bra, and the back plunges so far down it would be impossible to wear panties. I’m A-Okay with that. Just one less thing I’ll have to take off her when I get her back to our room tonight. Part of me regrets our dinner plans. I’d rather be eating her in our room, but another part really enjoys seeing her in that dress.

I pull out a chair for Violet when we are shown to our table and slide my hand discreetly down her bare back and into her dress, brushing my fingers over the top of her ass. I kiss her on the cheek and whisper in her ear how much I enjoyed our first hour in the hotel.

I knew she would let me in. I knew she would like it. What I didn’t know is how fucking great she would feel coming apart in my hands.

“Would anyone care for a drink?” the waiter asks after he introduces himself.

“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks. Violet, what would you like?”

I take advantage of the close proximity of our seats and touch her shoulder. She shivers, and gooseflesh appears on her arm. She looks at me and smiles a we did something naughty smile and I wink at her. She likes it when I wink. Her eyes darken and she messes with her hair every time. I’m learning her tells—the lusty eyes, the hair twirl, the way she worries her bottom lip. I’ll memorize everything in time. God, I hope we have a lot of time.

“No thanks. Kimber can’t drink, so I’ll keep her company and have an iced tea,” Violet says.

“Thank you, Violet, I appreciate it. Only twelve more weeks and I can have a margarita. We are so having a girl’s night out,” Kimber says.

“It seems like it’s gone by so quickly. I can’t believe you’re going to be a mama in a few weeks,” Violet says, propping her elbow on the table and cradling her chin in her hand. Her expression is wistful, yearning, almost as if she were envious of Kimber’s impending motherhood. What if she is? We haven’t discussed a future together or children or anything other than dating and sex. She’s a young woman. She probably wants kids. Shit, I never even thought about that until this very moment. How could that have never crossed my mind? I want to give her everything wrapped in platinum and tied up with silk string, but a family? I’m not sure I can do that again. This is something we really need to talk about. It could be a game changer. If there were any chance I could lose her, it would be over this.

“It may seem quick to you, but I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever,” Kimber says.

“I’ve never known you not pregnant. I think it’ll be weird not having the little cock blocker between us anymore,” Garcia says with a goofy smile on his face.

Garcia is crude, but Kimber gets him. She swats at him and laughs.

“You’re such a pig, and just wait. I’m hot when I’m not pregnant,” Kimber says.

“You’re hot when you are, baby.” Garcia leans over to kiss Kimber on the cheek, and my heart skips a beat.

“Hey . . .” Violet places her hand on my knee. “Are you okay? You’re quiet.”

“I’m fine,” I say.

The waiter brings our drinks and takes our dinner orders. Garcia and Kimber banter back and forth like an old married couple. I can’t imagine her saying no to him tomorrow unless she’s skittish about marriage because of the way her last one ended. I understand skittish all too well. Maybe I’ll mention that to Garcia when we are alone so he will be prepared.

I can’t keep my eyes off Violet. She’s so incredibly stunning, easily the most gorgeous woman in the restaurant. The lighting is dim and shadows play along her shoulders and collarbone. Her dress appears modest from the front, and her back is against a tall backed chair. I’m glad. I didn’t like the way other men were looking at her when we walked through the restaurant to our table. She’s mine, and as much as I enjoy watching her move in that dress, I hate knowing that other men are too.

Violet is engaged in a conversation with Kimber about decorating nurseries when I feel her foot brushing against my leg. One corner of her mouth lifts in a secretive smile, but she never breaks conversation with Kimber.

We aren’t seated in a way that we can play footsie under the table, but I think it was just her way of saying I see you watching me.

And I am.

I slip my hand over her thigh, and she promptly covers it with her own. If she thinks that’s going to detour me, she’s mistaken. She must know it’s borderline torture sitting next to her with nothing but a slinky piece of material separating us.

While she and Kimber go on and on about baby names and neutral color palettes, I slide my hand down to her bare knee and push her dress up until I’m at the crease between her legs. Her hand is still on mine as if she wants to control how far I’ll go. She can try all she wants, but I can’t keep my hands off her.

She’s struggling to keep her voice even and normal, but when I slip a finger over her clit, she wavers. She’s wet. I love that she is affected by me no matter where we are.

Her grip on my wrist tightens when I slide a finger inside of her and begin a slow figure eight that passes over her clit, inside swiping over her G spot and then out again.

Her legs are squeezing my hand so tightly it’s difficult to move, but I don’t stop.

She clears her throat and takes a drink of her iced tea.

“Would you excuse me, please? I need to use the powder room. I’ll be right back,” she says sweetly and scoots her chair away from the table, forcing me to stop.

She stands, wavering so slightly that only I can tell, and only I know why. I watch her bare back move further and further away from our table.

“I’m just going to check on her, you know, make sure she’s okay. I’ll be right back.” I toss my napkin onto my chair and follow Violet, thankful that I wore dress slacks tonight that give my cock a little expansion room.

Her swaying hips and the way her dress comes millimeters from exposing her backside with every step mesmerize me.

She isn’t heading toward the restrooms. She’s walking toward the elevator. She was counting on my following her.

She stops and presses the up button. I approach her from behind and slink my arm around her waist, pulling her against my length.

“Where do you think you’re going, Ms. Washington?” I say, propping my chin on her shoulder.

She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she presses her ass against my cock and the doors open. We step inside, and she laces her fingers with mine as we ride up to our floor without so much as a kiss. She leads me down the hall, unlocks the door to our suite, and holds it open for me.

I raise my eyebrows and look at her out of the corner of my eye.

“We have dinner coming soon, you know,” I say, as if I give a shit about food right now.

She motions to me with her finger, silently calling me inside. I pass the threshold and close the door. She takes ahold of my tie and walks backward, pulling me along with it until she reaches the bed.

I’m not one to give up control—especially in the bedroom—but Violet is so seductive and subtle in her leadership that I do as she likes more than willingly.

The suite is dark but for a lamp on the end table across the room by the couch. Her skin glows in the soft lighting. She releases my tie but holds me at arm’s length with that hand and flicks the spaghetti strap of her dress off her shoulder with one finger, revealing one very plump breast with a very erect nipple.

I lick my lips and look into her eyes. I want to touch her. I need to put my mouth around that nipple and make her moan, but she continues to hold me away. Her lips part, and I can see her carotid artery pulsing in her neck. She wants this bad, bad enough to abandon our friends at dinner right before the food is to be served.

She flicks the remaining strap off her shoulder and the dress slides into a pool at her feet. God, she’s gorgeous and bare but for those fucking stilettos. This is her game, but I really hope she decides to leave those on.

She releases my tie and holds up a finger indicating that I need to wait. She turns around and crawls to the center of the California King canopy bed and drops down onto her forearms, ass up, legs spread, pussy glistening.

That’s an invitation if ever I’ve seen one. I drop my pants and crawl to her without even bothering to take off my shirt. I place my hands on her thick, fleshy ass cheeks and slide them up her back, pressing my cock against her wet crease. She moans, and I gather her hair in one hand and gently pull her head up to kiss her on the neck.

“I appreciate you extending this invitation, but it’s time I took control now, Violet. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast so we can get back downstairs to our friends, so hold on.”

I rise up on my knees and slide my cock up and down through her folds until she’s writhing with want. I glide into her easily and pause before pulling back to slam into her over and over. I’m holding her hair in one hand and digging my fingers into the flesh of her hip with the other as our bodies slap together. Her moans and whimpers spur me on until I feel her clenching around me. I release her hair and grab her other hip and pound into her hard until I climax with her.

Violet is truly one in a million. She’s so fucking erotic, playful and intelligent, I keep wondering when the other shoe is going to drop. There’s no way I’m getting her with no strings attached, no secret bomb waiting to explode.

We collapse on the bed together, panting.

“We should go back. Our food’s going to be cold,” she says.

“You should have thought of that before you led me up here for dessert first.”

“You started it, trying to make me come at the table in front of our friends.”

“True, I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.”

“I won’t apologize. This was worth the rude interruption to dinner.”

I kiss her on the shoulder and slide out of her body, still semi-hard.

“I’ll get you a towel. hold on,” I say, heading for the bathroom walking backward because the sight of her naked on the bed is one I can’t tear my eyes from.

She looks back at me. “You should take a picture. It lasts longer.”

My God, she’s sassy.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I say, bending to slide my phone from my pants on the floor.

I snap off several pictures of her ass and then a few of her laughing while she scrambles to get under the covers.

“Thanks, these will come in handy when you’re forty-five minutes away.”

“You can always just facetime me, you know.”

“What if you’re not available?”

“I’m always available for you.”

“Good to know.”

When I come back from the bathroom, she’s already got her dress back on, making her way across the room. She slides past me, brushing her breasts against my chest, and kisses me on the lips. “I’ll be right out.”

“Are you sure you want to go back?” I look at the time on my phone.

She cocks her head back, opening her eyes wide. “Yes, I’m starving, Major. You have to at least feed me.”

“Better make it snappy then.” I kiss the tip of her nose and the door is swiftly closed in my face.

Back at the table, two pairs of raised eyebrows greet us.

“I take it she’s all right?” Kimber asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“She is now,” I say, pulling out her chair for her.

Violet rolls her eyes. “Sorry, we haven’t seen each other in a while,” she says with a shrug.

“Guess the pre-dinner appetizer wasn’t enough? Had to have dessert too, huh, Major?” Garcia says, grinning and stuffing a big bite of steak into his mouth.

“Shut up, Garcia,” Violet and Kimber say in unison. There is an awkward pause, and Garcia stops chewing, thinking maybe he took it too far with that jab. The three of us burst into laughter when we see his worried face, and he relaxes and begins to chew again with an even bigger grin on his lips. Kimber, soon to be Mrs. Garcia, is going to have her hands full with a new baby and this guy. I’ll have to send her a good wedding gift . . . like perhaps a muzzle.