“I feel like I’m on display.”
“You’re beautiful. Don’t imagine otherwise,” he said with such conviction that Jacquie believed him.
If he wanted to look, she’d give him something to see. Jacquie stretched, arching her back, and smiled when she heard Pierce catch his breath. He leaned over her, his mouth closing over her nipple again as he kissed it to attention.
“We’re going to end up drinking flat champagne,” she protested, but it was a token argument.
“Oh well,” Pierce murmured, his breath fanning against her skin, then she felt the vibrator against her clitoris. “Squeeze,” he instructed, then tickled her thighs with the fur.
The vibrator’s motion made Jacquie catch her breath. She liked the blindfold, and she liked that she could imagine Pierce watching her with that intent expression. It also made her feel like being even more blunt, since she couldn’t see his reaction.
“I like it from behind,” she confessed and heard his sharp intake of breath. “Do you?”
“Yes,” he said with conviction.
Jacquie turned around to kneel on the couch with her thighs pressed together. The vibrator moved in a most persuasive way. Pierce eased the bathrobe off her shoulders with a smooth stroke and she heard it land somewhere. “Too bad I don’t have that lingerie with me. It would have made a better view.”
“This view couldn’t be any better,” Pierce said, his voice husky. She heard the condom package open, then his hands were on her hips and he was pulling her closer, squeezing that vibrator between them in a way that might make her lose her mind.
Then there was only pleasure and sensation—and a very sexy man’s determination to give her as much as possible of both.
Jacquie awakened to find sunlight streaming through the big window of the hotel bedroom. It was bright, a promise of a glorious winter day, and she could hear the distant honk of traffic. Pierce was gone, but there was a warm indentation beside her on the mattress.
She hadn’t dreamed him. She rolled over, knowing she’d never had so much sex in one night before. Not even with Mitchell. And it had been amazing, the best ever. Pierce had been open to anything, it seemed—and that had made Jacquie more adventurous, too. One night together meant no boundaries, as nothing they did could cast a shadow on the future. It had been liberating and fun.
All the women of the world should be so lucky as to have a lover like Pierce just once.
She heard the low rumble of his voice as he spoke quietly to someone, the faint clatter of china, then the door to the corridor clicked shut. She smelled coffee.
Room service.
Of course.
This was the life.
Too bad it was time to get back to reality.
Jacquie rolled over and closed her eyes for one last stretch, enjoying the king-sized bed with its smooth sheets. She rolled out of the bed with reluctance, sparing a last glance at the extinguished candles. She couldn’t have planned a more perfect romantic night herself.
The bathroom was humid and there was a wet toothbrush in a glass by the sink. Pierce’s razor was there, too, and the solution for his contact lenses. Everything neat and orderly, lined up on one side of the sink. Even the wet towel was left folded on the floor for the housekeeping staff. He left her plenty of room and nothing to clean up.
Maybe she should have made her kids enlist.
She took a deep breath of his aftershave, appreciating all the small signs of a man in her vicinity. It would have been better to have woken up with his erection against her butt, but Jacquie wasn’t going to complain. The way he’d gone down on her had redefined satisfaction. No doubt about it—she’d been officially spoiled.
Jacquie wanted a shower but the coffee was calling her name. She washed and took care of essentials, put on a bit of lipstick and tied up her hair. She grabbed the big fluffy robe on her way out of the bathroom. Even it was pure luxury, so soft—and Pierce had hung it over the heater so it was warm, too. Did he think of everything? Even if this was special attention to detail, Jacquie loved it. The robe felt sinful against her skin, and reminded her of that furry tickler.
Pierce was perched on the lip of the couch in the living room and the news was on the big screen television. He was wearing that black T-shirt and yoga pants, his attention fixed on the screen as he sipped his coffee. He had his glasses on again, so looked more like a hot professor than a ninja. The sound was off but she could see that it was an update on that virus outbreak.
That was the last thing she wanted to think about this morning, so she looked at Pierce.
He appeared both alert and poised to run. He exuded purpose and masculinity, and drive. She knew he was the kind of man to accept a challenge and get it done—he’d taken hers and delivered in style. Jacquie watched him for a minute, almost—but not quite—wishing for something impossible.
Fortunately, she caught herself in time.
“You don’t have to read lips on my account,” she said lightly. “I’m used to noise.”
Pierce turned and surveyed her slowly, taking in the sight of her from messy bun to bare feet. She had a moment when she wondered what he’d make of the view on the morning after, but that warm smile curved his lips and lit his eyes. Jacquie felt tingly all over and he was ten feet away. The man had superpowers, for sure.
If he bottled that look, she’d buy a lifetime supply.
“I didn’t want to wake you up.” When he stood up, she saw that he had an ear bud in one ear. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. When we finally did.” They shared a smile hot enough to fuel the entire neighborhood. “You?”
“Absolutely.” He poured her a coffee, glancing her way
