Brain Games

34. Meet the Parents

I carefully take my floor length emerald green dress off the hanger and slip it on, managing to get the zipper halfway up myself. I double check my hair and makeup in the mirror one more time before exiting the hotel bathroom, finding Brad sitting on the bed in his tux looking as handsome as ever, the jacket laying across the bed spread, not on yet.

He looks up from his phone as soon as I step out, eyes widening as he looks me up and down.

I blush at his heated gaze, stepping forward. "I know this is cliché, but can you help me with the zipper?" I ask, turning and looking at him over my shoulder to present him the zipper.

He roughly wipes his palms on his dress pants before standing and slowly stalking towards me. "Help you pull it down? Yes. Pull it up? I don't think I can do that," he says, voice gruff.

His body heat envelopes me as he stands behind me, placing one hand on my hip while the other toys with the zipper.

I involuntarily shiver, letting out a breathy laugh. "You have to pull it up," I emphasize. "Or else we're going to be late."

His lips attach to my neck and my knees nearly buckle. "I don't think anyone will miss us for another thirty minutes," he tempts.

"Thirty minutes?" I parrot in disbelief.

"Okay, realistically we can probably do it in ten, but I want to take a little bit of time with you," he teases, and I can clearly hear that cocky smirk on his face.

"Brad," I warn, causing him to huff.

Reluctantly, he tugs the zipper up and I take a few steps away from him to glance at myself in the full length mirror attached to the wall by the bathroom. I fidget with the fabric of the dress, nervous, but happy it looks more expensive than it's marked down price tag. I bought it a few weeks ago, deeming it acceptable with its long length, off the shoulder fit, and modest slit, giving it a sexy yet sophisticated look.

"Do I look okay?" I ask, smoothing my hands down the front of the emerald fabric.

Brad sneaks up behind me, roughly grabbing my hips. "Fucking delectable," he whispers huskily before nipping my ear with his teeth.

I gasp, squirming away from him. "No," I warn sternly, worried I might just fall for his tricks if he keeps them up. "I refuse to be late with your parents waiting on us. Now help me put my shoes on," I say, pointing to my heels sitting at the foot of the bed.

Brad groans. "I don't know why you keep insisting I dress you when all I want to do is get you naked and in that bed."

I playfully push him away, shaking my head with amusement. "Later," I promise, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, lifting up my leg, signaling for him to slide my heels on and buckle the straps.

Brad kneels in front of me, securing each heel to the corresponding foot. When he's done with the last buckle, he leans forward, dipping his head to place a hungry, open mouthed kiss to the inside of my thigh, the slit in my dress allowing him to do so.

"Ah," I make a sharp yet flustered noise of warning in the back of my throat that doesn't faze him one bit.

His wicked smile grazes the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh before his teeth sink into the flesh in a playful manner, making me gasp.

"Okay," I say, my voice anything but even. I gently push him away, roughly tugging at my skirt to cover up my exposed leg. "We need to get going."

Brad chuckles, the cocky bastard knowing just how flustered I am from his actions.

I throw him a glare as he stands, offering me his hand. I take it reluctantly, standing before grabbing my clutch as Brad shrugs on his tux jacket and straightens his bow tie.