Second Chance Scandal

Grabbing her hand, we walked off the airplane.

“Are you going to tell me where we are now?”

“Not a chance.”

“No fair!”

“All good things come to those who wait.”

From there, we went to pick up our rental car which didn’t take too long. The entire drive, she could barely contain her excitement, and once she saw the sign that read The Great Gatsby Airbnb on the front of the property she screamed, “No you didn’t!”

“I do what I can.”

“Jax!” As soon as I parked the car, she jumped out, running toward the house.

“Don’t you want to get your luggage?”

“I can come back for it!”

“The code to get in is 6538.” I laughed, grabbing her bag and mine before making my way inside.

For the next hour, Sophie walked into all the rooms, taking an obscene amount of pictures of everything she could find until the food I’d ordered for us arrived. She thanked me the entire time we ate, saying this was the best surprise I could have given her.

After we were done eating, she jumped in the shower, and I resisted the urge to walk in there and devour her. Instead, I called my coach, letting him know I was out of town for the weekend, and I’d be back on Monday for practice.

When Sophie walked out in a black silk robe, I deviously smiled.

“Like what you see?” she baited.

Gripping onto her ass, I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to the bed.

“I like what’s underneath, but first I need to shower.”

“I’ll be here, reading and waiting for you.”

I laid her on the bed, kissing her lips one last time before I left. Once I was done, I threw on a pair of gym shorts and made my way back to her. She was leaned up against the headboard with a book in her hands, looking like a fucking goddess.

I crawled toward her. “What are you reading?”

“A romance novel.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Did you get to the good parts yet?”

She smirked, slightly blushing. “Maybe.”

“Who would have thought sweet Baby Sophie would be such a dirty little girl?”

“Jax! It’s romance. There’s a storyline too.”

“I bet. Does reading your smut scenes get you wet?”

She smirked. “No.”

“No? I think you’re lying.”