There was a twinkle in his eye from my question. “It’s one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city. I want to treat you to a night as one of New York’s elite.”
“New York’s elite?” I laughed.
He smiled at me. “Or you can wear exactly what you’re wearing. And we can go to a comedy club that I love in East Village. We can walk through Central Park and we can eat at the Tavern on the Green before the show.”
I folded the dress and put it back in the box. “I think I’d like to go to the comedy club.”
He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. “God I love you.”
I laughed as I looked up at him. “Was that a quiz, Professor Hunter?”
“No. I would have been happy doing either thing. I’ve just never met anyone who’d choose option two.” His eyes were suddenly smoldering. He could so easily take my breath away.
“And you’re happy that I did?”
“Yes.” His hands slid to my ass. “Besides, now we have more time for other things.”
“You do realize that we came to a hotel with no luggage? And we’re probably not staying the night.”
His skilled fingers unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He kissed the side of my neck. “Your point is?”
Do I have one? I tried not to focus on his hands. “The people at the front desk probably think we’re having an affair.”
He let go of my waist and sat down on the edge of the bed. He quickly hooked his index fingers in the belt loops of my jeans and pulled my waist toward him. He pushed my sweater up a few inches and kissed my stomach. “Well, if they already think so…” His breath was warm against my skin. I had the familiar pull deep down in my stomach.
He raised his left eyebrow, giving me that challenging look. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do. He continued to stare at me as he pulled off his shirt. Does he want me to strip for him? I slowly pulled my sweater off. He continued to look at me without saying a word. I suddenly felt extremely shy. I slowly pushed my jeans down over my hips and let them fall down my legs. His Adam’s apple rose and fell as he regarded me. Him watching me made me feel so sexy. I moved my hands to the back of my bra and unhinged it. I let it slowly fall down my arms onto the floor. My skin tingled from his gaze. I hooked my fingers under the lace of my thong. He leaned forward and pulled it down himself. His hands glided over my ass and down the back of my thighs.
I laughed as he pulled me down on top of him.
He kissed the base of my neck and rolled over on top of me. “Besides, I promised you an orgasm.” He got off the bed and knelt beside it. “I’m a man of my word.” He wound his hands around my knees and pulled my ass to the end of the bed.
My breathing accelerated. I wanted him. I always wanted him.
He spread my thighs wide and kissed the inside of my knee.
“Insatiable,” he whispered against my thigh.
He was right. I’d never get enough of him. I propped myself up on my elbows. It was sexy watching him. He liked teasing me. He liked pleasing me more. “You’re insatiable too,” I panted.
“Hmm.” His breath was hot between my thighs. “Is that so?” His tongue made one long, slow stroke against my wetness. I collapsed back down on the bed.
His hands left me for a second and I heard the zip of his jeans. He kissed my thigh again and then pulled me off the bed and onto his waiting erection.
I gasped from surprise. “Oh God.” I tilted my head back as I let the sensation of him inside of me take over. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head the rest of the way back, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. His hands found my hips and he moved them up and down, guiding me along his length.
I groaned.
He leaned into me and bit my lip, pulling me back up toward him. His hands squeezed my ass as he stood up. I quickly clasped my hands behind his neck and wrapped my legs around him.
“I want all of New York to know you’re mine,” he growled.
I didn’t know what he was talking about. All I knew was how good he felt, possessing me. He pushed my back against the cool glass of the window.
My body shivered. People would be able to see us. “James…”
He thrust deep inside of me.
“James,” I moaned, completely abandoning my hesitation.
He grabbed my hands and unwound them from his neck. He pushed them against the glass and held them firmly as he began to slide his cock in and out of me again.
I needed to touch him. All I wanted was to run my hands through his hair. I tried to move my hand.
He spread my arms farther apart and pushed the back of my hands more firmly against the glass. I couldn’t move at all. He tilted his hips.
I moaned. The glass squeaked as my back slid against it.
He kissed me hard, silencing me. I wrapped my legs tighter around him as his tongue invaded my mouth. Fuck this is hot.
With each thrust of his hips the intensity grew. I couldn’t move at all. He was in complete control of my body. And I loved when he was in control of my body. He knew what I liked better than I did. I clenched myself around him.
“Come for me, Penny.” He kissed me again and groaned into my mouth as he found his release. The coolness of the glass and the warmth of him filling me was all I could take. I shattered around him. He released his grip on my hands. I immediately ran them down his muscular arms.
“You’re so sexy,” I said.
He laughed and collapsed to his knees, pulling me down with him. He held me against his chest and sighed into my hair.
Monday
“Is he a good friend of yours?”
“Who? Mason Caldwell?”
“Mhm.” We had just been seated at the Tavern on the Green. It was a beautiful fall day and we had opted to eat outside. Small lanterns hung in the tree above us. It was beautiful and romantic and perfect. The whole day had been perfect.
“We used to be really good friends.” Professor Hunter shrugged. “We fell out of touch after school. Our parents are still close. And the ad agency he works for has helped me out before.”
“He seems nice. I’ve never met any of your friends.”
“You find out who your true friends are when things aren’t easy anymore. Turns out I didn’t have many.”
“He didn’t even know about your divorce. From my experience, you don’t open up very easily. Maybe you’re being too hard on your friends.”
Professor Hunter smiled at me. “You’re probably right.”
I looked out toward Central Park. It really was pretty. “Do you eventually want to move back here?”
He rubbed my palm with his thumb. “Not if you don’t like it.”
I looked back at him. “I like it when I’m with you.”
He eyed me curiously. “We can go wherever you want, you know. It doesn’t matter to me. Wherever you’ll be happy.”