er every move—and those of the photographer. He barked at her a few times, and she sassed him right back, but the pictures I saw after each wardrobe change were amazing.
I kept her hydrated, but from what I could tell, she seemed full of energy as the morning flew by. At noon, they broke for lunch, which the client had catered. It was just a buffet of sandwiches and salads, but it meant we didn’t have to deal with the hassle of New York crowds to get food.
Shaw and I ate in the dressing room, and then the artist was back to redo her makeup for the commercial they were shooting that afternoon for the same product.
By the time everything was done, it was close to four. Which gave us enough time to go back to the hotel, change, and have dinner before I had to be at the SNL studio for dress rehearsal.
The weekend was almost over, and while I’d spent the entire day with Shaw, it felt like we hadn’t had much time together so far. I hadn’t really had the chance to show her how good it would be if we were together for longer than this one short weekend. Time wasn’t on my side, and I hated that we would be back home within the next twenty-four hours and our time would be up.
I rushed through a shower and dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button-up before grabbing my coat, gloves, and snow hat and jogging down the hall to Shaw’s room. I hadn’t seen my dad or her parents all day, but her mom had texted me twice that afternoon to check that everything had gone okay with the photo shoot and commercial.
When I knocked on Shaw’s door, I heard her call out for me to give her a minute. Feeling each second tick by like the ticking of a bomb, I waited impatiently in the corridor. Hearing her footsteps approaching, I straightened just as the door swung inward.
Dressed in a simple black dress that clung to her every curve and landed just shy of her knees, where her boots took over and made her long legs look endless, her hair falling in soft curls around her shoulders and minimal makeup, she was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. She had a clutch in one hand and a long white coat folded over her arm.
Stuffing her room key into her purse, she pushed the bag into my hands and pulled on her coat. It was long enough that it went past her knees and had a faux-fur hood that would protect her from the snow that had started falling on our way back earlier. Once the coat was in place, she took her clutch back from me and then pushed me back against the wall beside her door.
“I promised you a kiss,” she murmured as she molded her body to mine. She looked at me through her thick lashes, and I had to ball my hands into fists at my sides before I grabbed her. If I let my hands have free rein of her luscious body, we would never make it to dinner, and I would totally blow off the SNL performance.
She lifted her free hand, stroking her fingertips over my chin that was still covered in scruff before stabbing through the hair at the back of my head. Tentatively, she brushed her lips softly over mine. I let her have full control, so when her tongue skimmed over my bottom lip, I willingly opened for her. As her tongue tangled with mine, she grew bolder and more assertive.
When she finally pulled back, we were both struggling to catch our breath and my cock was already pushing the limits of the material of my pants.
Still not trusting myself to touch her, I kissed her forehead. “That was perfect, Dimples.”
She melted against me a little more. “We should go.”
“Hold my hand,” I told her, and she readily linked our fingers together before pulling me toward the elevator. It was a few minutes before it arrived, and when the doors opened, our parents stepped off.
They didn’t even blink at the way we were holding hands. “You two are heading out?” Dad asked as he pocketed his phone.
“Dinner,” I told him.
“We’re about to head out for something to eat ourselves,” Uncle Axton said. “We’ll see you at the show later. We’re going to watch from the audience since Emmie got us tickets.”
“Good luck with that,” Shaw said with a laugh as she stepped into the elevator before the doors could close. “You’re going to get mobbed by the crowd.”
“We’ll have security with us,” Aunt Dallas assured her. “You two have fun. Don’t get into any trouble.”
Shaw waved and then tugged me into the elevator with her before pressing the button for the lobby. As the doors shut, she leaned into me once again, and I pressed my lips to the side of her head. The perfection of the moment wasn’t lost on me, and I closed my eyes, savoring this time with her being mine while I could.
A lump filled my throat at the realization that, come Monday, I wouldn’t have this because she was so damn stubborn.
Outside the hotel, I hailed a cab to take us to dinner. We could have taken one of the SUVs with Barrick’s security guys driving us, but I wanted to be completely alone with my girl and not have to worry about the guard gossiping to my brother-in-law about us.
Once we were in the back of the cab, I pulled her onto my lap and thrust my hands into her thick hair. She met my kiss halfway, and we spent the entire drive to the restaurant making out. By the time the driver pulled up in front of the Italian place, we were both struggling not to rip each other’s clothes off.
The driver knocked on the glass, letting us know he wanted us out of his cab, and I tossed him some cash before stepping out, pulling Shaw with me. I’d booked us reservations the night before, so the hostess was expecting us when we entered, but there was still a short wait since it was a Saturday night and the place was packed.
Pulling Shaw off to the side away from the others who were waiting, I took out my phone and turned it so we could take a few pictures together. If this weekend was all I would be getting until I could talk her into giving us a real chance, I was going to take a couple photos to live off while I worked to make that happen.
As I took a selfie of us, both of us grinning at the camera, Shaw turned and pressed her lips to my ear. “Did you know that the age of consent in New York is a hell of a lot different from California?”
I shifted her so she was standing in front of me and hiding my erection. “I… Um… I hadn’t looked at the laws concerning…that,” I told her as I tried to get my cock to behave so the blood would return to my brain.
She looked up at me through her lashes, her lips tilting in a wicked grin. “Well, I might have looked up the age of consent for the state of New York last night after I was in bed. And let’s just say, it was worth the search.”
“Shaw,” I groaned. “Don’t do this to me. I’m already hanging on by my fingertips, baby. Please.”