“You mean a whole weekend alone with you . . . and the vibrator?”
“Yup.”
“Sounds like a perfect weekend to me.”
I jumped out of the car, grabbed our bags with one hand and then tossed her over my shoulder with the other as I raced towards the building.
She was protesting and laughing at the same time when I set her down in front of the check-in desk.
Karla smiled when she saw us. “Ms. Jones and guest I presume. Checking in?”
“Actually, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Jones now,” I told her without taking my eyes off my beautiful mate.
Karla’s head jerked towards us. “Seriously? That was fast.”
Zoey shrugged. “When you know, you know.”
“I guess. Well, here’s your key. I put you back in the presidential suite, same room as before. I hope you enjoy your stay.”
“Oh, we will,” I said, kissing my mate before dragging her off for a weekend we’d never forget.
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