Worth Every Cent (Worth It 2)

“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.

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; “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.