She turned to Dustin, and smiled. “And since you’re on pain medication, Dustin, you may only have a sip of champagne, understand?”
He pressed his lips to hers. “Yes, Doctor.”
Chapter Nineteen
“The pillows are fine, baby.” Lying on his back on the right side of the bed, Dustin grabbed Paris’s hand. “I’m very comfortable.”
Mick nodded. “Who wouldn’t be in this place? I can’t get over this room. Hard to believe there’s a hotel this grand in a town this size. Wilde is a little smaller than Destiny, don’t you think?”
“Probably,” he said. “The Dream Hotel is nice but it’s nothing like this.”
Paris crawled in next to him on the left side of the bed. “Maude has a right to be proud of her hotel. It’s something else. I love the Gregory Peck Suite.” She giggled. “I wonder why she calls the rooms and suites by celebrities’ names?”
“Who knows?” Dustin shrugged. “We’ll have to ask her tomorrow morning about that, but right now I have something else in mind to pass the time.”
She sat up. “No, you don’t, mister. You’re still my patient and under my care. You’ll just have to wait for a few more days. No arguments. I don’t want you to reinjure yourself. You know I’m right.”
“I do, but I also know how to work around it.” He stroked her hair. “I have a plan.”
She shook her head. “You aren’t serious?”
“Baby, we just got back together. Your dad gave Mick and me his blessing. We need to celebrate.”
“We had burgers and champagne in the lobby.”
“A nice way to kick off our celebration, but there’s a better way, a more intimate way. The three of us have been apart for so long. Tonight is our night.”
“Bro, are you sure?” Mick stood next to the bed. “You did take a bullet yesterday.”
“No organs were hit. I’m fine, but Dr. Paris is right. I need to be careful. So, I’m going to stay here on the bed and give you and our little sweet sub directions.”
Paris’s cheeks turned red. “You’re going to do what?”
“You heard me, baby.” He cupped her chin, loving the feel of her excited tremble on his hand. “You don’t want me to move, then you better do what I say, sub.”
Her smile sent him to the moon. “Yes, Sir. What do you have in mind?”
“First, I want you to go stand at the foot of this bed.”
She gave him a cute salute. “As you wish, Master.”
“Mick, come sit on the bed with me. Our sub is going to give us a show.”
“I love how your mind works, bro.” Mick jumped on the bed, leaning his back against the wooden headboard.
“Now what, Sir?” Paris folded her arms over her chest, clearly a little nervous, which only fueled his fire.
“Get your cell phone.”
She frowned. “My cell?”
“Are you questioning me, sub?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir. Not at all. My phone is in my purse.”
“Go get it, baby. Now.”
She reached in her purse and pulled out her cell, holding it up for him and Mick to see. “Here it is, Masters.”