Presley walked into the hotel lobby her hand engulfed by Cruz’s and felt her stomach rolling uncontrollably. Her parents were due at the resort shortly. Cruz did his best to keep her mind occupied about their arrival. The ache at her thighs told her he’d done a particularly excellent job indeed but now, out of the safety of their room, and not wrapped completely in his warm embrace, she felt the weight of the impending arrival of everyone crushing over her.
“Babe, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight it would hurt if you were actually strong,” he teased her, lifting her fingers to his lips and kissing them. “It’s going to be fine.”
“It doesn’t feel like it. My stomach wants to purge the entire contents of my breakfast in bed.”
He chuckled at her words, “it’s going to be fine. I promise.
