Lips swollen and pink.
Cheeks slightly flushed.
Unfortunately, she also covered her lush, naked body with the red, satin top sheet.
“You’re not doing a fucking thing because I’ll be watching you the whole time I’m gone. Got it?”
She shrugged and laid down in the bed.
Christ but she looked every inch the centerfold of my dreams right now.
Peering up at me.
Hair spread out on the pillow.
One leg bare, all the way up to her waist.
Her hand holding the thin, soft sheet over the top swell of her breasts.
Fuck me.
“Got it, Mr. Bossy,” she said with a giggle.
If I didn’t leave now, I was never going to.
“Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I said mostly to myself. Of course, she heard it, too.
“Wes,” she said as I watched her thighs press together.
I sighed and backed away from the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
Then I grabbed my blazer and rushed out of there like my life depended on it.
The hotel door shut behind me, but I double-checked to make sure it was locked.
“You should put the top lock on,” I said into my phone. I strode down the empty hallway to the elevators.
“I can’t,” she answered back in a whisper.
I frowned and pressed the down arrow button. “Why?”
“My husband said I’m not allowed to leave the bed.”
I laughed, but truth be told—the way she said, ‘husband’ made my heart do a double beat.
The same thing happened when I looked down at the shiny, platinum ring on my finger—and the matching one on hers.
I’d already told her that in the morning—when a decent shop opened up—we’d pick out a giant sparkler to add right beside it.
“Sounds like a real bossy bastard.”
Marianne nodded right on cue. “He is, but I love him anyway.”
That made me stop laughing. My poor heart squeezed something awful in my chest.
I didn’t say it back.
She’d put it out there.