Chapter Twenty-Three
Mia walks out of the bathroom of the suite I rented for the night. She’s in a short, red dress. Much shorter than I’d prefer, but if there’s one thing I know about Mia, I never have to be jealous. If guys are looking at her it’s because her beauty can’t be hidden and I would never want to dull her shine. As long as she comes home with me every night, then we’re fine.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, putting on my other shoe.
The neckline of her dress is conservative at least with the bare minimum cleavage showing.
“And you’re handsome,” she says, grabbing her shoes from her suitcase and bending down to put them on.
Standing up, I straighten my slacks and come up behind her, my hands grip her hips and my d**k presses against her ass.
“Keep that up and we’ll never make i
