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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?”
“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.
“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?”
“We just need to refuel first.”
“Then sex it is.”
We walked hand in hand back to the elevator, brimming with satisfaction and contentment. I was practically humming to myself as we got into the elevator. Even the crappy elevator music couldn’t spoil my mood.
“So…” I said, “Would you rather have sex in a haunted bed or on a beach with the kind of sand that’s more like grain and pebbles and dirt than actual sand?”
“It depends… who is haunting the bed?” Nate turned to catch my eye.
Seeing the word ‘threesome’ gleam with mirth in his eyes I said, “Jimmy Stewart.”
He grimaced like a little boy. “Spoil sport.”
The elevator doors pinged open and the woman who’d been sharing it with us shot us both a horrified look before hurrying out of it ahead of us.
Nate and I turned slowly to look at each other and we drew stares from the other hotel patrons as we strolled arm and arm out of there, laughing the whole damn way.
Hannah and Marco
The sound of two of my colleagues talking in the hallway met my ears as I packed up for the day and it made me smile.
I thought about what it was like for me when I first started teaching English to high schoolers. The long hours parents didn’t see. How I’d finally look up from my marking and planning to see the clock on my wall said seven o’ clock in the evening, how the school around me was eerily quiet because most of my colleagues had left ages ago.