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FORD

The limo picks us up at five and delivers us to the Plaza Hotel.

Andi looks around in amazement as we enter the chateau-like building.

It’s decorated for Christmas and the elegant interior is even more stunning than usual.

“I came here once for afternoon tea,” she whispers as we walk through the lobby.

“Years ago.”

“It’s nice.”

She slants me an amused look.

“Yes. Very nice.”

We take in about a gazillion tiny white lights on trees, with oversized gifts and shiny red ball ornaments arranged around them.

The glittering chandeliers above, French doors, and gleaming stone floor create a magical glow.

“It’s so beautiful.” Andi gazes raptly at a display of trees.

I’ve already checked in and left some goodies in the room, so I have the room keys.

Yes, I’ve planned every detail of this date.

Why am I doing this?

Andi asked the question and I got nervous.

After my little talk with Mabel at the Thanksgiving party, I was confused.

Does Mabel think I’m using Andi?

Because I’m not.

More importantly, does Andi think I’m using Andi?

I need her, yes.

But it’s not like that.

That’s not me.

Sure, I’m committed to my career.

And yeah, I can be selfish or self-centered or whatever.

But I’m honest about that.

I don’t play games or hide ulterior motives.

What you see is what you get.

Like it or leave it.

I need Andi for more than looking after Tilly.

Or for sex, although that is fucking hot and amazing.

But I’d never use someone.

Does Andi think that?

That made me feel a little like throwing up.

Then Mabel offered to babysit so we could go out, and I realized…

I’ve never taken Andi on a date.

And shame intensified that nauseous feeling.

I have to rectify that.

I have to show her that I value her as more than a sex partner or a babysitter for my daughter.

I value her as a woman, a smart, hard-working, woman who’s patient and kind and has never let me down, not once.

A friend who makes me laugh, a lover who turns me on, a woman I consider a partner in caring for Tilly.

She deserves to be spoiled.

Pampered.

I don’t know…

honored.

I want to worship her like the goddess she is.

That’s why I’m doing this.

We go straight to the eighteenth floor.

I carry both our bags and Andi walks into our room ahead of me.

“Whoa. This is beautiful.” She pauses.

“A little old-fashioned, but still beautiful.”

“Not my style of décor,” I agree.

“But this is just one night.”

“It’s very ritzy.” She walks to the window flanked with long drapes and peers out at the view of Central Park.

“Amazing.” She turns to study the king-size bed with an ornate headboard and luxurious white bedding, a small sitting area with two chairs and a table, and marble and gilt furniture.

“There’s even a chandelier in here.” The crystals sparkle above us.

I toss the key cards onto the dresser.

“Okay, take off your clothes.”

She bursts out laughing and saunters toward me.

“I expected a little more romance than that.”

I grin.

“I’m kidding. We have an appointment in the spa in fifteen minutes.”

“The spa.” She slides her fingers around the back of my neck under my collar.

Shivers slide down my spine.

“That sounds lovely.”

“We’re having a couples massage.” I set my hands on her waist and pull her closer.

“So decadent.”

“Right?” I brush a kiss over her mouth.

“This is… incredible.” She turns her head slightly as I move my mouth over her cheek.

“Indulgent. I feel spoiled.”

“Good. That’s how I want you to feel.” I nuzzle her ear, breathing in her scent.

“You’ve been doing so much for me. And for Tilly. And growing your business. I want you to be pampered. I want you to relax and let me look after you.”

“‘Look after me.’” Her lips quirk.

“I hope that means lots of orgasms.”

“As many as you can handle and still walk out of here tomorrow.” I kiss her mouth again, giving just a hint of tongue and a nibble on the bottom lip.

“That sounds… definitely spoiled.” Her tone has gone breathy and low.

I open my mouth on her throat.

“I want to spoil you rotten. Also fuck you senseless.”

She lets out a soft laugh.

“Perfect.”

Great.

I’m hard as a goalpost and have to lie down on a massage table.

I’ll try to think about sharks.

“Those are for you.” I point to a big bouquet of orange roses on the dresser.

Her lips part and she walks over to them, brushing the petals with her fingertips.

She plucks out the card that says Orange is for passion, desire, energy, and fascination .

She gazes at it for a long moment.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I’m not sure if she likes them or not.

Maybe I’m overdoing it.

She heads into the bathroom.

“Whoa.”

I follow her and peer over her shoulder at mosaic floors and walls with a gilded floral motif and gold-plated fixtures.

“Wow.”

She gives me a look over her shoulder that’s both excited and fascinated.

“Look. The toilet is in a separate room.”

I grin and she disappears into the water closet.

When she comes out, I say, “Did you see the tub?” I gesture at the soaker tub.

“Ohhhh, that’s nice.”

“We can make use of it later.” I kiss the back of her neck and fondle her sweet ass.

I can’t keep my hands off her.

That’s pretty much what this date is going to be—me molesting her non-stop.

“I can’t wait.”

We make our way to the spa for our appointment.

It, too, is plush and elegant.

As we sit in the waiting room, she leans over to me.

“I’m intimidated.”

“Yeah?”

She nods, eyes wide.

“Do you do stuff like this often? I know you’re a rich hockey player, I just never imagined…”

“All the time.” I wave a hand.

“This is nothing.”

She gazes back at me.

“I’m kidding. But don’t worry. Don’t be intimidated. You deserve this.”

“Okay.”

Two attendants arrive to show us in.

We meet up again in another waiting area, now dressed in thick white robes and slippers.

“Oooh, you look good,” she says to me.

“Like Hugh Hefner.”

I choke on a laugh.

“Please. No. Not him.”

“You know what I mean.”

The massage is different than what I’m used to.

The team massage therapist, Trey, is usually trying to fix something and it’s often painful.

This is slow and sensuous and relaxing.

Piano music drifts peacefully and soothingly through the room.

Surrounded by a scent that makes me think of dark velvet nights and exotic spices, I occasionally lift my head to look over at Andi, taking in her bare back in the soft light.

She looks at me too and we share a smile.

We’re there for an hour, but it’s over too soon.

The attendants leave us alone and we climb off the tables, both of us naked.

Seeing Andi like this, her smooth skin glossy from the massage oil, her face flushed, hair messy, makes me instantly hard again.

As I walk toward her, her gaze drops to my massive erection.

“Ford!”

I smile and slide my arms around her, prodding her with my swollen dick.

“I want you.”

“Not here!”

“I just want a kiss.” I give her one.

“We’ll do more later.”

She moans.

“Don’t tease me unless you’re going to please me.”

“Oh, I will definitely please you. I will please you all night long.” I give her a long, deep kiss then let her go so we can go get dressed.

“What are we doing next?” she asks in the elevator.

“What’s the plan?”

“Maybe I don’t have a plan. Maybe I’m just winging it.”

She gives me a look.

“I know you. There’s a plan.”

I grin.

“Okay, there is. We have dinner reservations at Pascal.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

“Ooooh. Amazing! I’ve heard good things about it.”

“I hope it’s good. We can walk there.”

“Perfect.”

She goes into the bathroom to get ready.

I pour a glass of wine and carry it in for her.

She’s standing in front of the vanity in a strapless bra and a tiny pair of panties, both in the exact color of her skin, giving the effect that she’s naked.

I stop and stare for a moment then set down the glass for her.

“Aw, thank you.”

“I see your underwear matches.” I move up behind her and close my hands over her hips.

Heat runs down my belly into my groin.

“Jesus, you’re sexy.”

Her expression turns sultry.

She’s wearing her contact lenses, her eyes all shadowy, her cheeks glowy.

I press against her, enjoying the feel of her ass against me.

I slide my hands around to her front, over her smooth stomach, then up to her bra.

It’s easy to tug it down and let her tits spill free, round and tipped with perfect caramel-colored nipples.

I watch as those little buds pucker.

“Ford…”

“Mmm?” I kiss her shoulder and cup her tits.

“Do we have time…?”

I smile against her skin.

“Time for what?” My dick is hard and my balls are pulled up tight, aching.

“Time for you to fuck me.”

“I always have time for that.” I suck on the side of her neck, inhaling her scent, then drag my tongue over it.

“Right here.” I slide a hand down under her panties, then between her legs, and she widens her stance to accommodate me.

I pinch her nipple while fingering her, slicking up her wetness, circling her clit.

Her arousal stokes mine, and my balls tighten.

“You’re wet. Ready.”

“I’m always ready when I’m with you.” Her cheeks flush even pinker.

She pushes her round little ass into me.

My dick gets even harder.

I flick open the button of my jeans and yank the zipper down, then pull out my aching cock.

“I’m always ready when I’m with you, too,” I say roughly.

I bend to kiss her shoulder again, and urgency has me opening my mouth and setting my teeth on her skin.

She draws in a sharp breath, her lips parting, eyes going hazy.

“I love watching you when I touch you.” I tug aside the string of her thong, then go still.

“Shit. Need a condom.” I stretch to reach my toiletry bag sitting on the counter and fumble in it for a rubber.

I have it on in seconds and then I’m back in place, sliding her panties aside, sliding the head of my cock up and down through her slit, letting out a groan.

“Feels so good.”

“Mmmm.” She grips the edge of the vanity, arching her back, thrusting out that sweet ass, and I nudge the head of my cock at her entrance.

I have to bend my knees, and she goes onto her tip toes with a breathy cry.

“Yessss…”

I grip her hips and press into her.

She’s all liquid heat.

“Such a tight little kitty,” I mutter.

“So slippery. And so fucking hot.”

She moans, leaning forward.

I watch her in the mirror, the way her soft mouth opens, her eyes dark and smoky.

“There. I’m in.” I hold myself there for a few seconds, fighting for control.

Our eyes meet and she mewls.

“You want it, honey? Oh, yeah. You want it bad.”

“Yes. I love it. I love being filled like this.” Her eyes drift closed and she presses a hand to her abdomen.

“So deep.”

“Wanna fuck you so deep.” I pull out and thrust in again.

“Oh!”

And again.

And again.

“Look at your pretty tits jiggling.” I bend over her, cupping both breasts in my hands, my ass clenching as I push into her.

Then I move a hand to her shoulder to and another to her hip to steady her as I bang her harder, plunging into her again and again.

I delve into her panties again and find that swollen bud.

She jolts and whimpers and I circle over it, fucking into her tight pussy.

I’m addicted to her.

To her silky, hot pussy, her soft mouth, her sweet tits.

Also her sharp mind, her kindness, her big heart.

To all of her.

Every inch, inside and out.

A groan climbs my throat as pressure builds in my belly and my balls.

Her abs contract and her body stiffens.

Her head falls back against me and she’s coming, contracting around me, making little cries of pleasure.

Or pain.

Or both.

I want to watch her face but my vision is blurring.

Darkening.

And I’m there, too, growling as I pump my release into her in hot, weighty pulses.