Page 36 of Sweet Surrender
“Why would I lie, baby?”
“This is so amazing. You did this for me?”
“Yes. I just want you to relax, let go of the world, and surrender to my love this week.”
“Week? But, baby, my business?—”
“Will be handled by Brielle and Serena. You have nothing major pending, and they are the only ones with pressing events at this time. Yes, you can afford to take off.”
I spun around in his arms and stared into his eyes. “I love you so much. Why are you so good to me?”
“Because you’re good to me. Why can’t I be good to you?”
I rested my head on his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered as tears pooled in my eyes.
“Well, you have thirteen minutes to get undressed and into a robe before your masseuse arrives.”
“You booked me a massage, baby?”
“Yes. You have been talking about wanting to relax, needing to take a vacation, and wanting to forget about all the things lately. Well, I’ve done that for you.”
I kissed him again and ran back into the bungalow.
“Where are you going?” he shouted after me.
“To get ready for my massage!” I shouted back.
I rushed into the bathroom, showered, and dried off before I headed back into the living room again. When I returned, Judah was reclined in a chair, looking relaxed and smooth while he typed something on his phone.
The massage table was set up, and a woman stood there waiting for me with a smile.
“Hello, I’m Daria, and I’ll be your massage therapist today.”
“Hi, Daria, it’s nice to meet you.”
We discussed what I needed, and I relaxed underneath her expert touch as Judah headed to answer the door.
Judah had planned out the entire first day. When the knock sounded at the door and he opened it, it was a personal chef. She cooked while I was massaged.
We enjoyed a dinner of honey-glazed salmon, roasted asparagus, rice pilaf, and bruschetta. We were served creamy panna cotta for dessert.
Once we finished our glass of wine, we took a swim on the beach until the sun set, which we watched from our patio with another glass of wine.
We had just returned to our room, which was decorated in grays, blues, tans, and whites. Somewhat masculine, but mostly a beach vibe.
Heavy artwork hung on two walls, patio doors were on the wall opposite the bed, and just behind the bed was a large picture glass window that looked out onto a picturesque forest, a flower garden, and a river running through the garden. In the distance were the mountains.
“This view is amazing,” I declared breathlessly, spinning around to look at him.
“I thought you’d enjoy it while you rode this dick, beautiful,” he stated, removing his swim trunks.
My mouth watered as Judah walked up to me, stroking his dick. He turned me back around to face the beautiful view. He kissed my jaw and then lifted my ponytail up to kiss the back of my neck before he moved to my shoulders. With gentle ease and grace, he untied my bikini top and held his hands out so that my breasts would fall into them.
“Say you’re mine, Alex.” His voice was deep, smooth, and sexy.
“I’m yours, Judah,” I whispered as he pecked sweet kisses along my shoulder.
His hands rested at my waist as he delicately untied my bikini strings and allowed it to fall to the floor.
