She’s a bully.
“You know what? You’re probably right,” Honey says in a conceding tone.
I turn to look at her again.
She slides her eyes up to me and that same unspoken, conspiratorial communication we shared as I came to rescue her from Todd passes between us.
I wrap one arm around Honey’s waist and draw her near as I turn to face Emily and Tyler.
“I was just on my way to get her more champagne. It was nice to meet you Tyler.”
“You too, man,” he says with an easy smile.
I cast one look at Emily, seeing her as she really is for the first time. “Emily.”
She inhales and her mouth parts as though she wants to say something. Her eyes fall on Honey and my hand resting on her hip and she remains quiet.
I spin Honey around and continue towards the bar.
“It was Shakespeare, wasn’t it?” I say, looking ahead.
“Mmm-hmm,” Honey confirms.
“Why didn’t you correct her?” I ask, turning to study her.
“I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of her boyfriend. I have a feeling that seeming intelligent is important to her. My ego didn’t need the boost of being correct. No need to make his night any worse by ruining her mood.”
I stop walking and spin to stand in front of her.
“What?” Honey asks with a hesitant smile.
“I can think of a better place to get a bottle of champagne.”
She looks around the room then back to me with a quizzical look. “Where?”
“We are in a hotel. What do ya say we ditch this joint and get a room for the night?”
She laughs. “They haven’t even served dinner yet. Won’t you get into trouble?”
“Pretty sure a swanky place like The Plaza has room service. As for getting into trouble,” I lean in and grin. “That’s the point.”
Honey’s eyes dance with excitement. “Then lead the way, Giuseppe.”
Chapter Twenty-Six Honey
The room at The Plaza Hotel is certainly fancy enough, but I’m not all that interested in the decor.
Not when I have such a delight for the senses pressed into my back as he walks us both inside and kicks the door closed behind us. We get all the way to the window, which looks out onto Central Park—I don’t want to know how much this room cost, which is good since Giuseppe refused to tell me. The park is nothing but a pool of darkness, trails of dotted lights, the only witness to what we’re doing.
I twist around and look up at Giuseppe with a smile.
“So, are we going to do dinner or dessert first?”
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re the whole damn menu.”
Hungry as he is, he wastes no time getting his fill.
I’m just as peckish myself.
Our lips collide, while our hands do the dirty business of ridding us of unwanted obstacles.
The bowtie is flung in the air.
His shirt is practically ripped open, a button or two springing free.
The white dress is a pool at my feet.
A moment taken to admire my pink strapless bra and thong. After all, I didn’t completely lose myself for tonight.
Pants, unzipped and shoved down his legs.
Bobby pins plucked free as I reach up to shake my short bob loose.
Shoes are unbuckled and untied and swiftly kicked off.
When we’re down to nothing but our underwear, we slow down, realizing we have all the time in the world.
Or at least until checkout time tomorrow.
“Mmm, you still taste like champagne,” Giuseppe says against my lips. “Remind me to order more when we’re done.”
“No thinking so far ahead,” I say between kisses as I walk him back toward the bed. “I’m still enjoying the moment.”
“So let’s make it last,” he says, twisting around so that I’m the one backed into the bed.
Giuseppe slowly lowers me back, his lips still pressed into mine, until he’s lying on top of me.
My legs gradually come up around him. With the heels of my feet and insistent hands, I lower his underwear, getting a nice feel of his hard ass while I do.
Giuseppe growls a laugh against my lips, but his hands are no less busy, tugging at my underwear.
We disentangle long enough to rid ourselves of the final bits before crashing together again.
Now, we’re fast and eager. He twists me onto my back, his hands lacing into mine as he presses them into the bed above my head. His knees spread wide, forcing my legs open to accommodate him.
“Yeah,” I breathe, welcoming him in.
When he plunges into me, my body bucks with appreciation. He rises up, his hands still pressed into mine as he works his hips.
He hasn’t bothered to remove his glasses yet and this fascinating mix of Clark Kent and Superman drives me positively wild. The two sides of him coming together to completely overtake me.
I bring my legs up higher, wanting to feel even more of his cock inside of me as he works it in and out in some sensuous rhythm that has me going dizzy with desire. Just the feel of it, so big and…filling. I doubt even kryptonite could weaken him.
The broad muscles of his shoulders and arms flex with the weight he holds up and the force he uses to fuck me senseless. My eyes wander across his chest and firm stomach, the visual delight almost as stimulating as what he thrusts in and out of me.
What a man…what mighty good man.
“Oh…yes,” I breathe, my eyelids lowering as the feeling begins to overcome me.
“Honey,” he groans, forcing my eyes back open just to watch the pleasure on his face as it consumes him.
That’s enough to send me over the edge, my body arching, even as he holds my hands into the mattress. Like rolling thunder, it forces its way from that very spot inside me he continues to stroke through
