Instead of answering right away, Nate tugged my hand and led me inside the gorgeous entrance way of the boutique hotel. “I don’t know,” he finally said, as we approached reception. “But they do room service.”
My lips parted in more surprise as Nate said to the pretty receptionist, “Early check in for Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer.”
She went through check in with us and then handed us our room key.
Once we were in the elevator I turned to look at my husband. “Lunch time check in. They probably think we checked in under false names. That we’re having an affair.”
He smirked and shot me a look out of the corner of his eye. “Probably.”
“Nate.”
“What? I could give a shit what they think.” The doors binged open and Nate pulled me out of the elevator with more urgency now. “If I don’t get you in our room,” his eyes flicked from door number to door number, “In the next ten seconds I’m going to fuck you in the hallway.”
Arousal flushed my skin. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Here we are.” He stopped and pushed me up against a door, crushing my lips beneath his as he squeezed my waist with one hand. I realized he was opening the door with the other as it clicked open behind me and I stumbled back on my heels, breaking the kiss. My heart was pounding in my chest as I was dragged inside, the door slamming shut behind us.
“Na—” his name was cut off when he kissed me again.
“Do you,” he kissed me, “realize,” more kisses, followed by him pushing my coat off my shoulders, “last night,” he kissed my jaw, my neck, as my coat fell to the floor, “was the first,” my lips were captured in his again, “time in ages,” he plucked at the buttons on my blouse, “we took time,” the zipper on my skirt sounded through the room, “to savor sex.”
“It was?” I said, but the words were mumbled against his hot lips.
Nate pulled back to slowly slide my skirt down my legs. I stepped out of it, watching as his eyes travelled up them leisurely. When he looked at me they were black with heat. “Sex is always great, babe, but last night was like old times.”
I nodded, shivering just at the memories.
“I don’t want it to end,” he whispered hoarsely. “I don’t want you to ever stop needing this because I know never will.”
I bent down so I could cup his gorgeous face in my hands. “I’ve never stopped needing this. Never, Nate.”
“Tell me what you want?”
I bit my lip and brushed my thumb over his mouth. “My dirty Nate,” I whispered affectionately.
He bit at my thumb playfully. “I already knew you wanted me.”
“Oh?” I grinned. “Is my hard on showing?”
He laughed, his eyes gleaming with mirth and so much more. “If I slide my hands between your legs, I’ll find you wet and wanting. I’ll tell you something else,” he coasted his hand up the inside of my leg, “I’ll fuck the cockiness right out of you.”
I sighed in pleasure as his fingers slipped under my panties. “I blame you.” I groaned, he pushed inside of me. “You’ve inflated my ego.”
He pressed a sweet kiss to my stomach and looked up at me. “It’s not ego when it’s all true.”
I giggled and brushed my fingers through his hair. “Is that what you tell yourself, babe?”
He winked at me and it was hot. “You know it.”
“Enough chit chat,” I teased, “If we’re having an illicit affair we better get going.” My laughter turned into squeals as Nate slipped his fingers out of me, stood up and unceremoniously lifted me into his arms and threw me onto the bed.
Grinning at his playfulness I spread-eagled on the bed. “Take me!” I cried out breathily and melodramatically. “Before the clock strikes midnight and I turn into a poor serving girl.”
Nate, who had already yanked off his shirt, paused mid unbuttoning of his trousers. “You can’t dirty up Cinderella.”
I snickered. “Why not?”
“Because our kids watch it.”
I burst out into hysterical giggles at the horror on his face.
“What?” He crossed his arms, frowning at me.
“You!” I tried to catch my breath. “You’re such an adorable daddy.”
His face fell. “Don’t use that word in the bedroom.”
Struggling not to smile I said, “What? Daddy?”
“Stop it.”
“Come on, daddy.”
“I’m warning you I will lose my erection!”
I commenced laughing so hard my stomach was aching.
“That’s it!” he growled and I let out a huff of surprise as Nate wrapped his arm around my ankle and pulled me down the bed toward him. He crawled over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them beside my head.
My laughter died but I was still grinning as he stared down at me, his lips twitching. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, amusement still thick in my voice.
“Are you done?” he whispered back.
I nodded.
“Good. Now I’m going to lick you and finger fuck you before I take turns sucking and licking your nipples.”
A delicious wave moved through my lower belly and I felt the wet heat between my legs at his words. “And then?”
“Then I’m going to slide my cock slowly inside you, inch by inch, tormenting you. I’ll keep it slow, easy, just out of reach… until you’re begging me to fuck you.” His hands squeezed tight around my wrists and I felt the heat of his hard cock between my legs.
“Do that other stuff later,” I spread my legs and tilted my hips to press him harder against me. “Give me your cock. Now.”
“My dirty Liv,” he said gruffly and then pressed my hands deeper into the mattress as he positioned himself.
I felt the heat of him, pressing slowly inside, and pleasure started rippling over me at the stunning feeling of fullness.
“Nate,” I pleaded.
He thrust inside and I cried out at the pleasure pain, the slight burn easing completely as he started to pump in and out of me. My legs fell open and there was nothing but my husband and what he was doing to my body. The delicious pressure low inside of me started to build, and my breathing grew louder, my cries falling involuntarily from my lips.
“Liv,” Nate groaned, his hips slamming against me as he took me with more stamina and power than probably most men half his age. “Baby, fuck, baby.”
“Yes.” I jerked my hips back against his, undulating into his thrusts that had increased with so much enthusiasm the headboard was rattling against the hotel wall. “YES!” I cried out as my orgasm tore through me.
***
Three orgasms later I held onto Nate’s shoulders as I tried to steady my jelly-like legs long enough to get back into my shoes.
My long lunch was over.
It had been the best lunch break of my entire life.
As soon as my feet were in the shoes, Nate wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me up against him. “We should do this every week.”
“What? Hotel sex?”
He shook his head. “Lunch.”
“Well…” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “We technically didn’t have lunch.”
“You know what I mean.” He rubbed his nose against mine and sighed. “We should take time to have lunch together once a week.”
Feeling all warm and mushy I nodded. “I’d love that.”
“Good.” He pulled away but just to reach for my coat. “I better get you back.”
He helped me into the coat and then pulled me against him again, my back to his chest. His lips brushed my ears and then he whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Liv.”
I smiled, curious at his sudden positivity toward the concept. “Valentine’s Day was yesterday.”
Nate turned me in his arms and grinned. “Every day is Valentine’s Day with you.”
I grinned back. “Nate Sawyer, you charmer you.”
“It was a good line, wasn’t it?”
“It was a freaking awesome line.” I grabbed his hand and led him toward the door. “Why didn’t I think of it?”
“You can make it up to me tonight.”
“More sex?” I said incredulously as we walked out into the hallway. “Can our bodies take it?”