Page 84 of The Two Last Moments

“You do. I promise you do.”

When we get upstairs to the suite, I leave the lights off. I throw back the curtains and open up the balcony doors overlooking the hotel patio and the water. The warm glow of the restaurant’s fairy lights gives us enough to see by, and lights from boats play across the waves, weaving with the moonlight. A cool breeze blows in, just this side of chilly. We huddle together on the balcony to admire the view. Below, glasses clink and utensils clatter in the restaurant, and the jazz trio sends up its rhythmic melodies.

Lark stands at the balcony railing, and my arms circle her waist from behind.

“I feel like Cinderella,” she says. “Like this is all going to disappear because it’s too perfect.”

“I can’t afford to move you in here. But if it’s champagne and ocean views you need, I can work on that.”

Lark turns around in my arms and looks up at me. “No, my needs are a lot simpler than that.” She touches my face and pulls me down into a kiss.

We start out slow, gentle, our lips meeting and tongues brushing. I hold her face and trace her cheekbones with my thumbs. I’m trying to make every moment of tonight last, but our kisses turn heated almost immediately, the usual simmer between us already stoked by the sparkling wine and the nighttime ambience.

My hands rest on her hips, and I back us both up until we’re through the door and just inside the room.

“Want me to close the balcony door?” I ask, kissing her neck. “Or leave it open?”

“Open.”

I smile against her skin. “I knew you’d say that. You naughty girl, you.” I slide the straps of her dress over her shoulders, kissing her breasts as soon as they’re exposed. When the fabric pools at her feet, I find she’s got nothing on underneath. “Mmmm.” The humming sound I make mixes with the ambient noise and laughter drifting up from outside. “You’re gorgeous.”

“I want you naked, too.”

I strip out of my clothes as quickly as possible. My button-down, my black jeans, my boxers—everything ends up in a pile on the floor. My cock bobs, long and heavy and ready to go.

“Somebody’s excited.” Lark drags her fingertip along my shaft, then grazes my slit, and my cock spasms.

“Ughn,” I groan. Feels so fucking good. “It’s not my fault. You’re the one who does this to me.” I fist the base of my swollen dick. “You like the fact that we can hear people downstairs with the door open. The possibility someone will see us.”

“Maybe,” she says. “It clearly turns you on too.”

“Can you blame me for wanting to show you off?”

It’s dark in this room, and given where we’re standing on the fourth floor and the angle of the balcony and beach below, someone would need to have a high-powered scope on a ship at sea to spot us. But it’s hot to think about it. Being with Lark in the open air does get my blood going. She seems freer and happier when we’re outdoors.

Her arms circle me at the waist. I reach down to grab her ass, lifting her slightly so she has to go onto her tiptoes. I bend to kiss her neck. “You’re stunning all the time, but especially naked, with your hair falling down your back. Your smooth, soft skin bared for me to kiss.” Then I go to my knees at her feet. “And your pretty little pussy on display for me to tease.”

I bring my hand up between her closed legs to tease her folds. Lark gasps, hands resting on my shoulders. I kiss her stomach. Her thighs. I suck a hickey into her skin just the way she likes, this one at her hip bone. While I worship her, Lark runs her fingers through my hair. When I glance up, she’s looking down at me with reverence. Such innocent, sweet awe.

Anddamn, that makes me want to do such bad, dirty things to her. Because I know how much she loves it.

I stand up and lift her into my arms, carrying her to the desk, which is off to one side of the balcony door. My fist wraps around her hair and I tilt her head back as I kiss her, my tongue petting hers inside her mouth. She’s got her hands braced behind her on the desk, back arched in a way that lifts her breasts.

Down on the beach, someone laughs and shouts. Glasses clink and the jazz musicians play in the restaurant.

“Don’t scream too loud when I fuck you,” I whisper in her ear, “or everyone downstairs will hear it. Probably everyone on the whole beach.”

“No promises.”

My hands go to her knees, pulling her legs open. I tilt her pelvis so she’s at the right angle to take me, and then I work my dick into her with deliberate slowness. At first, just tiny pulses of my tip at her opening that make her gasp and whimper.

Lark’s thighs clench at my hips, trying to draw me closer. “Please,” she whines, “need you all the way in me.”

I grab the edges of the desk and thrust hard, driving my pulsating shaft all the way inside. Lark cries out, arching her spine.

“Shhh. Everyone will hear how much you love my cock. That’s supposed to be our secret.”

Lark grins at me wickedly, clearly enjoying this game of ours. “You’re just that good.”

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