Page 101 of Hiding Forever

Riley pushes up on his forearm and reaches for the glucose tablets on the nightstand, grabbing the bottle. The whole time, his lower half stays connected with mine, like he’s not ready to separate.

“One or two?” he asks.

I smile, not pointing out how we’re still connected—like he doesn’t know—and unscrew the lid while he holds the bottle. “I’ll take two to be safe.”

He empties the amount requested onto the bedding.

I snatch them and stuff them both in my mouth, struggling to keep my lips closed as I chew the large, orange-flavored tablets.

“You look good with your mouth full.” Riley flashes that sexy smirk, desire shining in his eyes again.

“Oh, no.” I shake my head. “I’ll need a meal for sure before we can do that again.”

Too late. He’s already growing hard inside me.

“I’ll have to make it quick then.”

I could argue, except I don’t want to. I had two glucose tablets. I doubt I’ll pass out, but even if I do, I’m not sure I’ll mind. I also don’t think Riley would ever let that happen. He’d stop, mid-thrust, to get me orange juice and food if needed, I have no doubt.

With that in mind, and my body returning to life, especially my desire, I smile and lift my head to kiss his lips. “What’s mine is yours.”

The sex starts off gentle but escalates quickly into a wild fuck that I absolutely love. I orgasm after five minutes, and Riley follows right after.

“So you can come quickly?” Humor fills my voice, even as I struggle to catch my breath.

“I can do anything you want,” Riley murmurs into my shoulder.

I smack his bare ass.

“But you like when I draw out the sex, too. Admit it. No, wait, you don’t have to. Your body says it loud and clear.”

I smack his butt again and giggle.

“Are you trying to turn me on for another round?”

I laugh hard and feel my core clutch around his length, which is still inside me. “I will definitely need to eat first.”

“And this is when I wish we could order a pizza to be delivered to the door.”

I imagine what that would be like, us living in our own place. “Would you sneak out after it was delivered and get it naked?”

“Why would I sneak? I’m a feast for the eyes.”

I crack up but smack his shoulder, playfully. “You’re a feast for my eyes only.”

“Likewise.” He gives me a tender kiss, and I forget about the world outside our Caribbean suite bubble for a little while longer.

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