by Lexy Timms
“Good evening, and welcome to The Peninsula. How may I assist you this evening?”
“Is your penthouse suite available for the weekend?” Gray asked.
“The weekend?” I asked.
He shot me a look before smiling at the front desk attendant.
“It is, sir. Would you care to book it through Sunday?”
“I would. I would also like to book a couple’s in-room massage for tomorrow morning,” Gray said.
I gawked up at him when the words fell from his mouth. I’d never gotten a professional massage before.
Gray booked the room for the entire weekend before dragging me over to the elevator. We stepped in and he held me against his body, staring into my eyes while the encasement climbed to the top. The decadence of the elevator was enough to make me feel undressed, but the second we stepped into the hotel suite, I felt severely underdressed.
The floor to ceiling windows looked out over the expanse of Chicago. It rose above many of the buildings and had a small in-balcony pool with two chairs beside it. My white t-shirt and jean shorts had no place in the world we had stepped into, and I wondered what the hell I was going to wear for the entire weekend.
“Don’t worry,” Gray said, as he wrapped his arms around me. “We’re staying in tonight and ordering a late dinner. Then tomorrow, we’ll go shopping for some new clothes.”
“It’s—I’ve never—”
His lips fell to my neck, silencing my words as my head fell off to the side.
“Welcome to my world, Michelle Danforth,” Gray said. “Now, what would you like for dinner?”
Chapter 21
Grayson
“Yes, I would like to order two steaks, medium rare, with a side of parmesan broccoli. I would also like to order two shrimp cocktails and two crème brulee for the penthouse suite. Mhm. That’s correct. Bill it to the room, and leave yourself a decent tip.”
Michelle walked around the massive expanse of the room I had booked without a second thought. I watched her while she gawked, her eyes taking in a decadence I had easily gotten used to in my life. The room was beautiful, and it filled me with pride that she was so taken by it. The vaulted ceilings lent a spaciousness to the room and the cherry mahogany hardwood floors felt solid under my feet. I watched her run her hand along the genuine leather furniture that filled the living room before reaching her hand out to flip a switch on the wall.
And the fireplace came alive.
“Gray! The fireplace is electric!”
I chuckled as I confirmed our order, then placed the phone back onto the receiver in the bedroom I had claimed.
A bedroom I was determined to paint in our sounds.
I made my way down the small corridor after Michelle, watching as she pushed into the other bedroom. The massive king-size bed had a canopy frame with curtains that hung down around it. Michelle took in the beauty of it with her eyes before she moved to feel the fabric beneath her fingertips.
“Is this—silk?” she asked.
“It is,” I said.
She jumped at my voice before whipping around and looking straight into my eyes.
“There’s silk just—draped over every inch of this place.”
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“It’s beautiful,” she said breathlessly.
I loved watching her take all of it in. I loved experiencing this world through her eyes. Everything was so new, so beautiful and unbelievable. I remembered a time when luxury like this still hit me in that fashion. I wanted to see more. To experience more of her joy as she took in the room I’d booked for us for the weekend. So, I walked over to a door against the wall and pushed it open.
And the sight that filled her eyes made her squeal.
I chuckled as Michelle ran into the bathroom and took in its decadence. The jetted tub that could easily fit two. The double vanity with marble countertops. The massive stone walk-in shower with a waterfall shower head. I buried the smile trying to crawl across my cheeks as Michelle’s jaw hit the floor. She walked past the toilet as her eyes took in the shower, however, and it flushed automatically.
“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed.
And I couldn’t resist the laughter that bubbled up my throat.
I’d forgotten how I used to be taken by all of these things. I’d forgotten the joy and the relief that cascaded through my bones when I sat on a leather couch I could afford for the first time in my life. I leaned against the doorway as Michelle’s eyes connected with mine, and the sheer delight in them made me want to whisk her away. To jet her off to any part of the world so I could see it once again through her innocent, sheltered eyes.
“Once you make your way into the kitchen, you’ll notice an array of treats and drinks and alcohols. Help yourself to anything. Our dinner should be up within the hour,” I said.
“Oh no, no way. Even I know enough not to ever take anything from a mini-bar. Those things are, like twenty bucks a pop.”
“Michelle, we’re in the penthouse suite. All that shit’s included,” I said.
The look on her face was priceless, and it caused me to throw my head back and laugh. I walked into the bathroom and reached out for her, pulling her close to me so I could soak up her excitement through my pores. She was so vivacious and curious, and I enjoyed every second of it.
“Come on, let me finish giving you the tour of the place,” I said.
I walked her through the small kitchen and out onto the balcony. We dipped our feet into the private pool and looked out over the skyline of Chicago. I looked over at her and took in the dazzling lights reflected in her beautiful green eyes. There was no one else I’d rather be with in that moment than Michelle.
“I think I hear our food coming,” I said.
“What?” Michelle asked. “Did someone knock on the door?”
A resounding knock sounded against the door and her eyes widened.
“How did you know someone was there?”
“It’s a secret,” I said, as I winked at her. “Come on. There’s a very nice bottle of champagne in the kitchen I want to drink with dinner tonight.”
The two of us set up shop in the kitchen with dinner and a bottle of champagne. And once we were done, I guided her towards the bedroom, bringing the rest of the bottle with us. The more time I spent with her and the more her innocence shone through, the more I knew she wasn’t capable of what Cecily had accused her of. What began as the need for a serious conversation had bloomed into something much more than that. It had blossomed into a need to get us out of that poisonous town and into a more comfortable atmosphere where the two of us weren’t weighed down with Anton’s death, or everyone’s anger, or a past Stillsville kept wanting to bring up.
We finished the entire bottle, but I could tell Michelle wanted more.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“One second,” I said. “Hello? Yes. This is the penthouse suite again.”
“No, Gray. It’s fine. Don’t do that,” she said.
“Yep. I’d like a bottle of your finest pink champagne brought up, along with some chocolate-covered strawberries. Uh-huh.”
“Gray. Stop.”
I held up my finger to her before I turned my back.
“Send me up some rose petals while you’re at it as well. Yep. Just a small bowl of them. There’s a massive tip in it for all of you guys if you can expedite the process. Yep. Thanks.”
“What did you just do?” Michelle, asked as I hung up the phone.
“Nothing,” I said. “Are you ready for a bath?”
“What?” she asked. “What bath?”
I grinned at her before slipping into the bathroom and turning on the water. I filled it with a few bubbles before retrieving our champagne flutes, placing them onto the bathroom counter. Michelle furrowed her brow deeply as she slid off the bed, making her way to the warm water I was running for the two of us.
Then, before I knew it, another knock came at the door.
; “Wow. That was fast,” Michelle said.
“Money makes the world turn faster,” I said. “You stay right here, beautiful. I’ll be back.”
I tipped the man at the door very well before I pulled the tray into the room. I picked up everything I needed and made my way back into the room, then set everything down. I lined the bed with the rose petals, stripping the comforter and the sheet away so only the pillows and the silken-covered mattress remained. I sprinkled the rose petals while Michelle gauged the water, then she turned it off as I closed the bathroom door behind me.
“What’s all that?” she asked.
“Our before-bed snack.”
“But we just ate.”
“Trust me, I’m nowhere done eating what I really want to feast on,” I said.
Her cheeks blushed as I prepared everything. I filled our champagne flutes and set them next to the bath, then placed the chocolate-covered strawberries within my reach. Then, I set my sights on the one thing I wanted since she dipped into my car after work.
“What?” Michelle asked.
“Holy hell, I love your innocence,” I said.
Slowly, I peeled her clothes away from her body. I lifted her shirt over her head, then turned her around and slowly unclasped her bra. I reached around her thick body and played with her nipples, feeling her press into me as they came to life. My hands slid down her stomach while my lips kissed her bare shoulder. I fell to my knees and slid her shorts down, then hooked my fingers in her panties and rid her of the last layers separating us.
I placed kisses on her luxurious ass before I stood to my feet, ridding my own body of clothes.
Picking her up into my arms, I stepped us into the bath. I settled behind her, feeling her pliable body slip effortlessly between my legs. My hardened cock rested against the small of her back, and I tried to ignore how she ground against it.
“This feels so good,” Michelle said.
“Here,” I said. “Have a taste.”
I lifted a small strawberry to her lips and watched her take a bite. And the second she moaned, my dick jumped against her back. She took another bite, her lips grazing my fingertips before she licked the chocolate off them.
How hungry she was for what I had to offer.
My cock weeped with pride.
“Thirsty?” I asked.
“Yes, please,” she said.
I lifted the flute of champagne to her lips, kissing her neck while she enjoyed the bubbles that tickled her nose.
She nestled against me once she finished her flute of champagne, her lips glistening with the residue of alcohol on her skin. I bent down and kissed her, tasting her before-bed dessert upon her tongue. Her hand came up and threaded through my hair as she pressed deeper into me, sliding her soft, wet skin against my cock.
And I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
My hand slipped between her legs and parted her pussy folds. Our tongues dueled for control as my finger grazed along her clit. She jumped against me, moaning and responsive to every touch. Her hand curled into my thick head of hair as her lips swelled against mine, her ass pressing into my cock.
She was going to be the death of me.
I swirled my finger around her clit, feeling her legs spread for me. The water rocked and the bubbles coated our bodies as my lips kissed down her cheek. I nibbled on her neck and raked my teeth along her pulse point as she opened herself up to me. She gave herself over completely to me as obscenities fell from her lips.
“I love your fingers. Oh shit. So good. Let me cum, Gray. Please let me cum. Make me cum with your hand. I love it when that happens.”
Humming into her neck, I sucked a patch of skin until it was red and welted. I pressed my fingertips into her warm folds, feeling her bucking against me. I traced my pinky around her pulsing entrance and that was all it took. It was all Michelle needed to fall over the edge and press herself as hard as she could against me.
“Gray! Yes! I’m cumming, cumming, I’m cum—”
“Mmm, so good to me. Such a good girl, Michelle.”
She whimpered at my praise, her thighs trembling and her body locked against mine. She fell into the bath, sloshing water over the sides as I held her close to me. I smelled her scent fill the water around us. Her arousal blending with the bubbles and popping against my skin. Holy hell. Such a glorious woman I had in my arms.
But I needed more of her.
I needed all of her.
And I wouldn’t stop until I had it.
Chapter 22
Michelle
My back hit the silk sheets of the bed and the softness of the rose petals made me gasp. Grayson covered his lips with mine and threaded our hands together, then filled my body with his cock. He rocked against me, his eyes never once leaving mine. I felt probed. Exposed. Vulnerable in a way I’d never felt with a man before. My heart soared and my stomach rolled. I felt drunk on the desperate passion bleeding between the two of us. I reached up and captured Gray’s lips again, feeling him smile into me as I bucked my body against his.
“So beautiful to me,” I said with a whisper. “That’s what you are.”
His cock pulsed against my walls, cheering on my praise for him as he filled me in ways only he could.
The bed rocked with our movements and his body began to sweat. His muscles glistened for me as his hands held onto mine tightly. Our eyes never disconnected. Our lips kept reaching for one another. His hips snapped against mine in a comforting rhythm I’d come to associate with passion and desire and protection. I locked my legs around his waist. I dug my heels into his back. I felt every muscle twitch with the effort he used to bring me to such pleasurable heights.
“Gray,” I said. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to, Michelle. Not even if the sun dropped out of the sky.”
His face fell to my neck and his body collapsed onto mine. He rocked against me, keeping a steady rhythm that poured my juices down my ass crack. I kissed his shoulder. Sucked on his skin. Did anything I could with my hands pinned above my head. He kissed down my breasts and suckled on my nipples, tracing my engorged peaks with his tongue. I arched into him. I pressed my curves into his divots. His hands slid down my arms, releasing me from my prison so he could feel more of me.
Blanket more of me.
Command more of me.
His tempo grew until the bed banged against the wall. Until the four posters of the bed we marked with our bodies rattled and shook like an earthquake was rattling the whole of Chicago. I cried out his name. I dug my nails into his back. He rose his face and latched onto my gaze again, and I watched his eyes darken with desire. I clung to him and rode his wave. I gave myself over to the tyrant exposing himself to me. His forehead fell to mine as he pounded against my body, leaving pleasantries behind and slipping into the wetness of my body.
“Gray. Shit. Keep going. Take what you want from me. It’s yours. It’s always been yours.”
“Michelle. Holy shit. The things you do to me. I can’t—I don’t have—it’s—”
Hearing his broken phrases brought tears to my eyes, and the second my lips connected with his I fell over the edge again. My pussy fluttered around his cock and pulled him deep, forcing his hips to still against mine. I locked my legs around his calves as my arms tightened around his neck, grabbing onto him for dear life as I spiraled into a pleasure that left me deprived of my own senses. I gasped. Groaned. Whimpered as his cock pumped his cum into my body. Thread after thread, until it shot out as my pussy clamped against him.
The two of us collapsed to the bed, huffing for air and wrapping our limbs around the other.
I fell asleep in his arms like that, with his cock still sheathed within me. I slept better than I ever had in my life, and when I woke up and had a chance to look into Gray’s sleeping face. He looked relaxed. Like some pictures of the little boy I’d seen in that album. I reached my fingertips over and traced his jawline, drawing up the features of the small boy I
saw in that photo album.
“Stalker.”
My eyes rushed to his and I found a playful grin staring back at me.
“I can’t help it that you’re handsome even when you sleep,” I said.
“Well, I hope you got enough sleep, because we’re going shopping today.”
“Now?” I asked.
“Look at the clock.”
I rolled away from his grasp and looked at the bedside clock, my eyes bulging with shock.
It was already noon?
“Come on,” Gray said with a grunt. “Jump into your clothes and we’ll go find ourselves another outfit to change into.”
“Oh! Is there a Target around here?” I asked. “There’s this cute dress I saw online I figured might be a little cheaper in the store.”
“Oh, Michelle,” he said, as he slid from bed. “You’re so cute.”
“Why?” I asked.
Thirty minutes later, I realized why he’d made that comment. He ushered me into all of the incredible shops that lined Michigan Avenue, and we tried on all of the most beautiful outfits. Personal stylists put me in clothes I’d never dreamed of ever wearing, much less owning. Hats with floppy brims that matched my hair color and dresses with silk and cashmere and other beautiful fabrics wrapped up into one beautiful package. Gray tried on suits that made me salivate for more of him and came out in jeans that left nothing to the imagination. He rolled up cuffs and buttoned-down buttons while I tried on heels that made him do nothing but stare at my legs.
“Gray, you know I can’t afford any of these things,” I said.
“Then it’s a good thing you’re not paying,” he said, as he fixed the cuff on his suit coat.
“I’m not letting you buy me these things. It’s too much.”
“Then I guess you’ll be walking around Chicago in your birthday suit.”
He grinned at me from the mirror, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about all of this. About being spoiled by a billionaire. Most women would’ve dreamed of something like this, but I didn’t want him to feel like he needed to do this. One outfit from one of these places was enough. Hell, one outfit from the Walmart on the other side of town would have done just fine. But the longer he stared at me, the more I understood I really didn’t have a choice.
