“Can I have some of that strawberry shortcake you ordered for me while we wait?”

“If you like.” It had to taste better than his cum.

She sat up and poked his nose. “I knew it!”

“You knew what?”

“You did all this romantic stuff for me. The balloons. The cake. The socks. These totally inappropriate clothes. The flowers and chocolate. All of it.”

Let’s not forget the sex toys. Wherever those were.

He scowled and shook his head. “Did not!”

“Oh,” she said, sliding from the bed. “Well, that’s too bad. I was going to allow the sweetie who went to all this trouble to do anything he wanted to my naked body.”

His cock twitched. “Anything?”

“Yep.” She crossed the room and stuck her finger in the whipped cream topping on the shortcake. She sucked it off with the same skill she’d just showed his very appreciative dick. “Anything.”

“Even anal?”

“Any thing. But since it wasn’t you, I guess it doesn’t matter.”

He was torn between owning up to his ridiculous gifts and getting to do anything he wanted to the beautiful woman biting into a juicy strawberry with a look of bliss on her face.

“It was me,” he said. “Well, I asked Butch to have this all brought to our room to surprise you. Apparently, I wasn’t clear that the socks should be unique and colorful.” And now that he knew that her sock collection was a product of many special moments between herself and her little sister, he was actually glad he’d botched that one.

“Thank you. This was all really thoughtful of you.”

He sat up on the bed and rubbed a hand over his face. He actually didn’t feel like a complete idiot for bringing a smile to her face. He actually felt happy that she was pleased.

“So now I can do anything I want to you?” he asked.

“Not anything,” she said.

“Aw, man.” He slapped his thigh.

“You have only yourself to blame. You should have told me the truth from the start.”

“I was embarrassed,” he admitted. “I don’t normally do this kind of thing.” And he wasn’t sure what had compelled him to do it this time.

“It was very sweet of you.”

“Exactly,” he grumbled. He hauled himself off the bed and kicked his jeans off before sitting at the table where she was still picking at her strawberry treat with her fingers.

“New friend?” she asked, nodding toward the sock he still held in his hand. He’d completely forgotten it was there.

“Attack snake!” he shouted and touched her boob with his sock. “Oh no, she’s been bitten. She’s too young to die!”

He wrestled her sweater off over her head and sent her bra flying across the room in his haste to suck out the poison and save her precious life. She was laughing so hard by the time he freed her of her constrictive clothing, she couldn’t catch her breath.

“This snakebite looks all swollen and red,” he said, dipping his fingers in whipped topping. “Better put some salve on it.”

He loved the way she shuddered as he drew his cream-dipped fingertips over her hardened nipple. Her giggles turned to sighs of pleasure as he lowered his head to lick and suckle the tip of her breast.

“Thank you for saving my life, sir,” she murmured, threading her fingers through his hair.

“My pleasure.” He tilted his head back to look up at her. There was a far juicier cream he wanted to sample at the moment. He slid a finger down her belly toward his preferred destination. “Will you shave for me?”

She rubbed her jaw, checking for beard growth. “I shaved just this morning.”

“I’ll even let you use my razor.” She probably had no idea what he was sacrificing by offering his favorite blade. “You’ll find it in the bathroom.” That was where the team that delivered the band’s day-off luggage and set up their hotel suites always put it for him.

“I’ll try it,” she said. “But I’ve never been good with sharp objects. Prepare a tourniquet.”

He chuckled, not sure how he’d apply a tourniquet to her lady parts.

She kissed his forehead and scooted out of the chair to head for the bathroom. “I’ll pretend I’m doing this for you, but I’m really doing it for me.”

He was definitely going to make the effort worth her while. “And will you wear one of the sexy outfits I bought you?”

She came to a halt just outside the bathroom door and turned to stare at the disheveled pieces of lingerie on the bed. “Which one?”

“You choose.”

Would she go for the sweet white lace negligee or the more daring black leather corset? He planned to see what she looked like in each of the pieces by the end of their stay.

She scooped all five of the getups into both arms and carried them toward the bathroom. “I’ll try them on and see which one looks the least terrible on me.”

Least terrible? She was joking, right? “You’ll look hot as hell in all of them, I guarantee it.”

Her self-depreciating smile let him know she didn’t believe his words. Apparently he didn’t compliment her enough. He wondered how obnoxious he’d have to get in order for her to feel as attractive as he found her.

She entered the bathroom, and there was a series of thuds as a collection of somethings tipped over in succession.

“Logan! What in the world are all these things? There’s a rainbow of dicks in here!”

Ah. She’d found the sex toys.

Twenty-Three

Freshly shaven and surprisingly without massive blood loss, Toni slipped into the pink thong with a soft tuft of fur at the front. She’d just shaved her fur, so why would she want to wear synthetic pink fur on a pair of panties that disappeared up her ass crack? She slipped the matching babydoll over her head and pulled it over her breasts. She gaped at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were clearly visible through the gauzy material, and there was no hiding the size of her boobs.

A knock at the door made her jump.

“What’s taking you so long?” Logan asked. “I’m lonely out here.”

Her hands automatically flew upward to cover her breasts. “Just trying things on.”

“Can I see?”

Her gaze darted to the mirror. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to see.

“I’m not decent,” she said, lowering her hands, which were trembling uncontrollably.

“That’s the general idea,” he said and opened the door.

She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, so she slapped them over her eyes. Because if she couldn’t see herself, surely he couldn’t see her either.

Logan produced a guttural purr that made Toni’s tiny panties demonstrate their complete lack of absorbency. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said.

“Don’t tease,” she said, still covering her eyes with both hands.

“Oh, I plan to do plenty of teasing,” he said.

Toni heard him moving around the bathroom, but couldn’t figure out what he was doing. She slowly lowered her hands to find him scooping up dozens of sex toys. He left the room with overflowing arms only to return a moment later empty-handed.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered, her belly fluttering with a combination of nerves and anticipation.

He took her hand and tugged her toward the bedroom. “Lamb, the question you should be asking is what aren’t you going to do to me?”

The first thing she noticed was that except for the stark-white fitted sheet, he’d stripped all the bedding from the bed. The second thing she saw was the pile of sex toys on a club chair he’d maneuvered to the bedside. The third was the belt lying on the mattress. She didn’t understand the thrill of excitement that streaked through her at the sight of the simple strap of black leather.

“What’s that for?” she asked as he tugged her ever closer to the bed by her wrist.