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Nicki
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WHAT DOES HE KNOW ABOUT safe words? We have all seen the movies. I love reading the books, but the way he said it. It was as if he might actually use them. Is he into that kind of stuff? He has never mentioned or even tried to introduce me to any of it. I think to myself while putting yet another one of my favorite romance author’s latest books into my bag.
I glance over to his chair, and he is sound asleep. They announce we will be landing, and I check his seatbelt and then my own.
The plane begins to descend, and I grab the arms of the chair. I hate this part. I feel Diesel's hand cover mine, “we got this,” he says and squeezes.
Once it comes to a stop, the seatbelt light turns off, and we get up to grab our luggage from above. We exit in a single file and make quick progress finding our way through to the shuttle service. The one for the Four-Season Luxury Hotel has parked down to the left. When we approach, the doors open, and we climb aboard.
We pull up in front about ten minutes later, and I’m amazed, “Wow, this is beautiful.” With our bags in tow, we step away from the shuttle and are greeted by the concierge, who reaches out for our luggage and asks us to follow him. I pull up the confirmation on my phone as we approach the front desk.
“Ah, yes. Welcome to the Four Seasons, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. We have your room ready.” I giggle, turn toward Diesel just in time to catch his face flush, and he rolls his eyes.
“Please enjoy the pool deck. You also have a cabana reserved which offers a more romantic and secluded area. There are complimentary frozen fruit skewers and Evian spritz that will be brought around every hour. If there is anything you need, someone is available here at the desk at all times.” The representative hands the set of keys to Diesel, and we thank him and follow the concierge around the corner and down the hall to the elevator.
Once we get up to our room, we enter and take it in. Diesel tips the gentleman and closes the door behind us. The foyer leads to the open studio. A coffee table separates the two chairs and couch. I walk in and admire the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing the strip to come into focus. “This must be really beautiful at night.” Diesel walks over and stands beside me, “Not as beautiful as you.” I slap his shoulder, “you’re an idiot.” I step away, throw my bag onto the king-sized bed, and unzip it to remove my dresses.
Once most of my things are put away, I walk into the bathroom. The tub is big enough for two. I like it! After freshening up, I return to the lounge area.
“What should we do first?” I plop down on the couch and reach for the brochures on the table.
“Whatever you want, this is your crazy adventure.” Diesel lies back on the bed and places his hands behind his head. This is what I love about him. He always puts me first. “This is why we are friends,” I get up and run toward the bed, jumping, landing right next to him.
“It was a long flight. I need to shower,” he yawns.
“Let’s hit the pool first. Then we’ll come back here to shower and dress for the night,” I tell him as I snuggle into him, resting my head on his arm.
“We are at the hotel. I can’t say no.” He turns his head, kisses my forehead, and retreats. “I love that you get me and how we can be friends with benefits, no strings. Just us, no complications, no bullshit.” I sit up, pull open the drawer and grab my bikini.
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Diesel
I reach down into my bag and grab my board shorts, and in a few steps, I’m in the bathroom. After I take a piss and wash my hands, I change clothes.
With my jeans in one hand, I reach out and open the door. Every muscle in my body tightens, “for fucks sake, Nicki can it get any smaller?” I can’t pull my eyes away as her top barely covers her luscious breasts. She turns, showing me her backside, “you better listen to me, and listen good. I. AM. NOT. GOING. TO. JAIL...for kicking some jerks ass.” Her laughter is uncontrolled as she falls onto the bed. Fuck, she’s making me hard as hell. I want to ravage her, fuck her six ways to Sunday. Make her never even look at, never mind want another man.
“Relax, Aladdin. I’m here to have fun. I’m not looking to hook up with anyone. That’s why I brought you.”
“Aladdin? What the fuck do you mean by that?” I place both hands on my hips, take a few deep breaths to control my throbbing cock, and wait for her to explain. “Yeah, you’re my Aladdin. You’re a diamond in the rough, a little rough around the edges and street smart, but you have a good heart,” She pretends to clean her nails, but I know she doesn’t want to make eye contact. Confessions are not her strong suit. This proves to me that deep down, I know she wants me, just as bad as I need her.
“What does that make you, my Jasmine?” I drop my hands and grab my sunglasses from my case.
“Nah,” she climbs from the bed, steps in front of me, and wraps her arms around my neck, “I think I like Slayer better.” We both laugh then she says, “Safeword is...FUBAR.”
“Fucked up beyond all recognition. I like it!” I wiggle my eyebrows and smile. I grab her cover-up throw-thingy and tell her to put it on. She giggles covers herself and heads toward the door.
