Chapter 93

Her legs felt weak as he raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh?" he inquired. She said, "Tequila," and all he did was grin. He just decided that they would need solitude this time, not that he had forgotten the tequila. After guiding her to his suite, he opened the door to let her see the dimly lit space by candlelight. In front of the fake fire, a sheepskin rug was laid out on the floor and soft music was playing. Grasping Cassie's hand, he pulled her into the space. There was a salt shaker, shot glasses, a bowl of chopped limes, and a bottle of tequila on the floor next to the rug. She turned to face him with a radiant grin and murmured, "You remembered." In return, he gave her a kiss and undid her dress. She let it drop to the floor, allowing his hands to freely roam over her bare flesh. Lay down, he commanded. She took off her shoes, reclined on the carpet, and gazed up at him with hot, focused eyes. His cock stiffened at the sight of her pale complexion and transparent black underwear. He