“I had a lot of fun.” I turn to him as soon as we get to the car. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad.” He pulls me close. “I had fun too.”
Our lips meet. A reminder that this date is not going to end just because we’ve done everything he had planned. I still feel like I’m being twirled, moving in perfect rhythm with Lawson, matching him step-for-step. I’m sure I’m a lot more graceful in my mind than I was on the dance floor, but it doesn’t change how I feel.
I don’t have to ask if we’re going back to his place now. It’s obvious. His hands move down to my hips. He keeps my body pressed against his. By the time our lips part, he can’t open the door fast enough.
We don’t say much on the ride back. I tease him with a few gentle touches. I dare to go a little further, but he almost swerves the car when I get close to his cock. He’s on fire like I am. We barely make it to the elevator before the desire consumes us, and we start making out. It’s hot and heavy. We’re both on fire. Teasing. Touching. Begging for what is going to happen when we get back to his apartment.
“I have a surprise for you.” I lift up until my lips are against his ear. “Wait for me in the bedroom, Daddy.”
He sighs. His eyes cloud over. It isn’t the response I was expecting.
“Is everything okay?” I take a step back as the elevator comes to a stop on his floor.
“Of course.” He nods. “We had a wonderful night.”
“Not as wonderful as we’re going to have.” I bite down on my bottom lip and grin.
“The bedroom?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Yep.” I lock my hand with his, and we walk to his apartment.
Lawson kisses me one more time before he departs for the bedroom. As soon as he closes the door, I grab my bag and remove my dress.
I’m so happy. I was extremely excited to see him and would have been perfectly fine if we went straight to the bedroom, but I don’t have a single complaint about our date. Lawson definitely has the romance thing nailed down. He almost made me swoon before we made it back to his apartment. Now it’s time for us to enjoy the rest of our weekend, and I don’t know if we’ll even make it out of bed before I have to leave on Sunday.
My life feels like it’s headed in the best direction possible. My mom isn’t going to kick me out of the house. We’ve begun to repair our relationship. I’m going back to school when the spring semester starts. I have a guy who sets my body on fire and seems like he’s willing to do anything for me. I’m not sure how things could get any better.
Well, they’re definitely going to get better when I walk into the bedroom. If Lawson thought the cheerleader outfit was out of dress code, he’s going to have an awful lot to say about what I’m wearing tonight. I’m not sure what I’ll be in trouble for, but I’m sure this will be a big part of it. I wish we had taken the time to lay it out a little bit beforehand, but that would have ruined the surprise.
We’ll have to improvise.
We’re both really good at that.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lawson
The bedroom. It was no secret we were going to end up here before the end of the night. I probably want to be here more than Ainsley does, but I wanted to take her on a date first. It was a lot of fun. Ainsley is gorgeous, whether she’s twirling on a dance floor or waking up in the morning. For a brief moment, I thought we were going to come back to my apartment and simply make love. No fantasies. Just the two of us, savoring what the evening gave us. I’m still excited for her to come through the door, but I would have been happy regardless.
I have to come to terms with her needs. I can’t keep getting caught off-guard with this. It isn't the end of the world. I’m sure we’ll reach a point where this isn’t needed every time we end up in the bedroom. If we build a good foundation, we can both stand on it and nurture it over time. She hasn’t been down the relationship road far enough to see what can happen if you don’t. She hasn’t felt the pain that comes with watching that foundation crumble because you neglected it. I hope she never does.
I sit on the edge of the bed and wait on Ainsley. It’s taking her a while. I’m sure her surprise will be worth it, whatever it is. The door opens before I realize she’s on the other side of it, once again catching me off-guard with her soft footsteps.
“You wanted to see me, Warden Brooks?” Ainsley pokes her head in and smiles, then pushes the door open.
Ainsley is dressed in an orange convict costume; well, it’s more like a sexy version of a prisoner costume with an orange top that hangs right below her tits and shorts that cut around the curve of her ass. She looks really fucking good in it, I can’t deny that.
“Warden Brooks, huh?” I manage to take my eyes off her curves long enough to drink in her smile.
“I guess it was only a matter of time before I got caught with all this contraband.” She moves closer to me, and I see she has a brown bag in her hand. I didn’t even notice it at first.
“Let’s see what we have here…” I take the bag from her and open it.
I struggle not to laugh. It’s contraband in a prison, sure, but it’s a pack of cigarettes, a toothbrush, a pill bottle that she took from my medicine cabinet, and a pair of handcuffs.
“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be wearing these.” I dump the bag out on my bed and pick up the handcuffs.