“What the fuck?” the other person and I say at the same time, pushing away from one another.
A light flickers on, and I turn to my left to see Leighton standing by the door. If she’s there, then who was… I turn back around.
“Tweetie?”
“Fucking hell, Carlisle, this is me and the missus’s spot.”
“Fuck my life,” I groan.
“First you spy on Tedi pumping in Ruby’s office and now you’re trying to grope me in the dark. I’m starting to wonder about you.”
“I did not spy on your wife pumping breast milk!”
Tedi pops up next to Leighton in the doorway. “Oh, you were meeting Hayes in here? I love it.” Tedi links her arms with Leighton’s. “We’ll leave you two alone. Sorry for interrupting.”
“Tedi,” Tweetie growls.
She laughs and pats Leighton’s arm, then walks toward us. “So good to catch up with you. But we made this our make-out spot a while ago. You’re going to have to find your own.” She leans into Tweetie, who wraps his arms around his wife.
“That was a nice way to say get the fuck out,” Tweetie says without looking away from his wife.
“See you guys. Don’t make another baby,” I say, heading toward the exit.
Tweetie flips me off behind Tedi’s back. “It might be too late for that. Good night, you two.” Tedi presses her lips to Tweetie’s as Leighton flicks off the lights.
“You said you’d be in there.” I look around to make sure no one else saw what went down as we make our way toward the lobby.
“I just went to the bathroom to take off my panties, but I ran into Tedi and never got that far. We got to talking and well…” She laughs. “Tell me you’re not going to want to trade me in for Tweetie now?”
I grab her by the waist and tug her to me, while she laughs the whole time.
“Hell no.” I glance at the clutch in her hands. “So, what you’re saying is that I can be the one to remove your panties now?”
She nods and bites her lip, which drives me fucking insane.
“Let’s go.” I tug her across the lobby, and she laughs the entire way.
I hope I can keep my dick at bay until the hotel room, but as soon as we’re behind those closed doors, it’s game on.
Chapter
Forty-Five
Leighton
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The hotel door clicks shut, and Hayes presses me gently but firmly against the wall, his fingers already searching for the zipper on my dress. My hands slide up his chest, pushing his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders. His mouth finds mine, urgent and hungry, and for a moment we’re all hands and breath—shoes and heels abandoned at the door.
“You have no idea how bad I want you.” My voice echoes through the quiet suite. I’m louder than I should be, but for once, it doesn’t matter because there’s no one here to hear us.
“Yeah, I do.” He finds my zipper and draws it down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then he steps back, though I’m still chasing his mouth. “What… what are you doing?”
“Take it off for me.” He leans against the wall, then lifts a finger. “Actually…” His hand finds mine, and he guides me across the room and into the bedroom portion of our suite. He sits in the armchair and loosens his bow tie. “Now, take it off and show me your sexy body.”
He slides off his bow tie and tosses it on the floor before undoing the top buttons of his shirt with unhurried precision. His gaze follows my hands to the straps of my dress. I slide one arm free, then the other, the cool air in the suite raising goose bumps along my skin. I start to let the fabric fall, but he lifts his hand.
