Fuck me. She’s going to be the death of me.
“When the class ended, I might’ve taken the opportunity to slip away faster under the guise of checking on you.” My voice comes out rough. Thicker than it should.
“Guise?”
I catch her lower lip between my teeth and pull.
Gentle.
Possessive.
“I came here to do exactly this.”
She kisses me, hard and reckless, both of us forgetting we’re not alone.
“Extra towels? Extra pillows?” Wilma’s stern voice cuts through the door.
“The heating in this room can be a bit finicky.” Faye continues.
I grin. “We’re fine, ma’am.” My voice sounds completely unruffled.
Like we aren’t both naked and pressed against a wall. Like her thighs aren’t still hooked around my hips, and my dick is ready and hard for round two.
“We’re just—busy.”
Shay slaps a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
“Oh, they’re busy.” I’m pretty sure Faye is trying to say it quietly so we don’t hear.
We absolutely do.
“You know what that means?” Wilma’s voice is louder.
Shay shoots a glare at me. “It means they know we had sex.”
“Or that we’re about to have sex.”
She lightly slaps my chest, and heat sparks.
“Well, alright then. You two have fun. And remember, one of the highlights of this room is the Jacuzzi.”
I lean back. “You have a Jacuzzi?”
“I do.” Her fingers curl around the hair at the nape of my neck.
“All I have is a shower.” My pout earns me a slow, wicked smile.
“Many couples really enjoy the Jacuzzi for unwinding together.” Faye’s voice floats through the door like we’re discussing tea, not sex.”There are also candles in the room to help set the mood.”
“The mood was set,” I call back. “But if you want me to open the door to finish this conversation, we can get dressed.”
Shay gasps, and her hands fly over my mouth. “Stop.”
“We should... uh... do a final round and lock up the common areas for the night.” Faye stutters.
“Have a nice evening, ladies.” My voice muffles against Shay’s palm.
“Yes, yes. If you need anything urgent, you have our number on the welcome card.”
