Page 41 of One Pucking Heart

His lips tilt up into a smirk, and he quirks a brow. “What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head. “Shows and whatever else you were talking about.”

He chuckles. “You’re lying.”

“I am not!” I protest. “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”

He shovels another fork full of pancakes into his mouth and shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I’ve been thinking about it, too.”

I take another bite of my cheesy omelet and shrug. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to.” Though I’ve lived four decades, I’ve never acquired the skills that would allow me to talk about casual sex as if it’s no big deal.

It’s a big deal to me as I haven’t had much of it. As my adult years passed and my time was focused on Ari and school, sex wasn’t an option. I didn’t have time to date, casually or otherwise. Though I’m more mature than Beckett in many ways, this is not one of them. I feel like a twelve-year-old girl saying the word penis out loud for the first time. My inexperience is embarrassing.

Beckett laughs. “Really? Well, I can recount the events of last night in graphic detail if you’d like. I remember every taste, smell, feeling, and sound.” His voice lowers, causing my heart to race.

“No!” I hold out my hand. “That won’t be necessary.”

He puckers his lips, squinting his eyes. “So you remember? It’s all coming back to you now?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, I remember.”

“And?”

“And what?” I drop my fork on my plate. “What do you want me to say, Beckett?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. You were obviously thinking about it, so I was curious as to what parts you were thinking about. Was it good for you?”

I scoff and pin him with a stare. “If you remember every detail, you obviously know it was.”

“Yeah, I know.” He smiles. “I just really get off on hearing you say it.”

I shake my head. “Well, there will be no getting off today. That was a wedding night-only special, and its time limit has expired. Today, we are going back to platonic married friends.”

“Really?” He stands from the table and returns his plates to the room service cart.

His tone makes my core clench with need. He removes my plates and cup of coffee and orders me to stand. My brain tells me not to, but my body jumps at the chance to comply.

He stands behind me and kisses my neck as he unties my robe. The silky fabric falls to my feet, leaving me naked. My chest rises and falls, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest as he runs his palms down my arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake. He slides my hair over my shoulder so it falls over my chest and proceeds to pepper soft kisses across my back, working his lips from my shoulder blades down to the crack of my ass and back up again.

His back to my front, he leans in and pulls my earlobe into his mouth as his hands circle. He rolls my hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Does that feel good?” he whispers against the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

“Yes.” The word comes out as a moan, and I realize I’m powerless to resist him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. The relationship may not be real, but nothing about the way he makes my body feel is fake.

“Tell me what you were thinking about? What parts made you feel good?” He lowers his hand from my breast until he’s between my thighs, rubbing my clit.

“All of it. I loved all of it,” I pant as he works his fingers over my most sensitive part.

“I loved all of it, too,” he whispers against my ear. His hot breath mixed with his movements below are working me into a frenzy. “I love the way you taste. I love how responsive you are to my words. I love to hear your sounds of pleasure. I love the way my dick felt in your mouth and in your pussy. I love how well we fit together. I love how hard I come when I’m with you.”

His fingers rub faster, and I lean my head back. Turning my face to the side, I wrap my arm around his head and pull him toward me. I moan as his tongue enters my mouth. He kisses me senseless as his fingers push my body to the edge. The orgasm hits, and I cry into his mouth as waves of euphoria course through me.

At this moment, I know we’re not leaving this suite for the rest of the weekend. There’s not a show, casino, or sight in this entire state that could top the experience of having sex with Beckett. It’s beyond addicting, and as I come down from my high, I’m already looking forward to my next one.

I step away from Beckett, bend at the waist, and allow my top half to press against the table. A condom wrapper rips open behind me, and a moment later, Beckett’s at my entrance.

“Beckett?”

“What is it, baby?”

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