Page 32 of A Million Times, Yes

Her eyes narrowed. “This time, you’re talking about food, right?”

I clinked my glass against hers. “If that’s what you want, then yes, it’s about food.”

“So what you’re saying is that it’s really not.”

I took a sip. “I’d take your pussy over any meal.”

“I was just joking when I called you insatiable earlier, but I wasn’t wrong. You really are ... obsessed.”

“Not in general. But with you, yes.”

“Why?”

I slowly filled my lungs, casting my eyes across the entire picture of her. “I don’t have an answer to that. All I can say is that you’re addictive and every bit I get to experience isn’t enough. I want more.”

“I’m the exception.”

In ways I didn’t understand.

I nodded. “It appears you are.”

There was a knock at the door, and I checked my watch. “Looks like they’re early.”

I got up and opened the door for room service, a crew of two hotel employees pushing in two carts of food. Once they’d made up the table, covering it in linens and silverware, they put as many plates as they could fit between the place settings, and the rest went on the bar.

Since I didn’t want to pull out my wallet and have Maya see the wad of cash inside, I added their tip to the bill and signed it to the room, thanking them on their way out.

As soon as we were alone, Maya said, “What the hell is all of that?” She laughed. “Are you having ten other people for dinner?”

“I didn’t know what you liked.”

“So you ordered the entire menu?”

No, my assistant had spoken to the chef at the hotel’s only restaurant and had chosen a menu that included an array of appetizers, a main course of seafood and meat, multiple sides, and several different desserts.

“I ordered enough to ensure you’ll be full.”

“Half of a burger and some fries could have done that.”

I walked to the couch and gave her my hand. “But that wouldn’t have been as fun as seeing the expression that’s on your face right now.” I pulled her to her feet. “Besides, I think you’re going to like some of this.”

I went to lead her toward the table, and she stopped me, her hand sliding away from mine to wrap her arms around my neck. “If I forgot to say this because I’m too caught up in thedinner”—she smiled, hinting that she wasn’t talking about food—“I want you to know I appreciate all of this and everything you’ve put together.”

I held her face with both hands, tempted to kiss her, but I didn’t. “You’re welcome.”

“You’re a sweet guy, Jordan.”

“No one’s ever said that to me before.”

“What do they call you instead?”

I laughed. “Names you don’t want to know.”

Chapter Eight

Maya

“Jordan!” He blew on the insides of my legs, just quick, hot bursts of air, followed by long licks. But those licks were only on my legs—the tops and sides, traveling as high as my bikini line and across, but never down the middle or between my thighs. This was the ultimate tease. Like he was actually trying to torture me. “Please!”