“Name it.”
She grins. “You give me all the details of you and your hot professor boyfriend."
I snort a laugh. “Okay, deal.”
Chapter 39
Dwight
“Dwight, this is... amazing,” Quinn says softly, taking in the room.
I set our bags down just inside the doorway of the room I booked for us in a beautiful little bed and breakfast in a small town about an hour’s drive from Chicago. I chose this location because there is zero chance of us being recognised, and because it’s a beautiful town. Me and my family used to visit often when I was younger when my grandparents were still alive. This town was their home for their entire lives, it was special to them. I wanted to bring Quinn here because this place is special to me, just as she is. I wanted us to be together, free from the worry of being seen together.
Here, we’re just an ordinary couple wanting to break away from everyday life, no questions and no suspicion. Here, I can show her off, I could scream from the rooftops of how much she means to me and no one would batter an eyelid.
Here, we can be ourselves.
The B&B is by no means fancy, but it is comfortable and cosy. Quinn doesn’t strike me as the type of girl who needs to be showered with lavish gifts and put up in five star hotels, not that she doesn’t deserve it, because she does. But a cosy night in, the two of us tucked up in bed watching some silly romantic comedy on a pay-per-view channel seems a lot more like us.
The room is quite large for a small bed and breakfast, but then I did request the best room they had to offer, no expense spared. It’s decorated in warm creams and browns, a huge four-poster bed takes up the centre of the room. It’s simple but elegant. There’s a huge bay window overlooking the lake, a short distance from the building that stretches far into the distance.
“Do you like it?” I ask, coming up behind her, placing my hands on the tops of her arms, pulling her into me, nuzzling into the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
She presses back against me and sighs. “I love it. It’s perfect.” She turns her head and kisses me.
“So... what should we do first?” I smirk, knowing exact what I want. I want to toss her onto the bed, strip her down and make her scream my name over and over until the whole fucking town hears.
“Well, first, there’s something we have to do, something that’s almost a rite of passage when you go to a new hotel.”
I cock as eyebrow. “Christen it?”
She slaps me playfully on my chest, fighting a smile. “No. This,” she breaks away from me, hurtling toward the bed and jumps, landing perfectly in the centre, bouncing against the thick mattress, the freshly made bed is now crinkled and creased underneath her weight. She lies spread-eagle with her arms and legs extended to all four corners of the bed. “This bed is like heaven, it’s so comfy. You have to do it, Dwight.”
I roll my eyes before charging for her. She lets out a squeak, tucking her arms and legs back in as I launch myself onto the bed beside her, I land and her body is tossed into the air a couple of inches off the mattress, both of us bouncing until we eventually begin to still.
She rolls her body into me and takes my mouth, her palm cradling my cheek. I reach down and bring her leg to rest on my thigh, bringing her in close enough to feel my dick hardening in my pants. She lets out a gasp against my lips as her denim-covered pussy grazes me, and she begins to grind.
She rolls us over so I’m lying on my back and she’s straddling me. I tuck her hair behind her ears just as she leans down and kisses me deeper, her fingers gliding through my hair while continuing to roll her hips, rocking herself against me.
As much as I hate to, I break our kiss. “We should eat something, it’s gone midday, you must be starving.”
“I am, but I’m hungry for something else first.” She smiles mischievously, echoing my own words from the day in the shower not too long ago.
She reaches down to palm my cock over my jeans, and I grip her wrists, flipping us over so that it’s me on top, her wrists bound together in my fist above her head. I lean in close, my lip brushing the shell of her ear. “Just remember you asked for it, baby.”
“Show me what you’ve got,Professor.”
I let out a low growl. I never expected that word to turn me on quite as much as it does, but from her sexy mouth and that devilish glint in her eye…
Fuck me.
After christening every flat surface in the room, we wash up and get ready to go for some food, and after a workout like that, I’m ravenous. The sun is setting, the sky turning the most beautiful shade of orange, as we finally make our way out. We walk for about five minutes, until we reach the main road that cuts through the middle of the town, our joined hands swinging between us as we walk.
God, it feels so good to hold her hand. Every now and again, I glance over at her to find her eyes taking in everything around her as if it’s the first time she’s been outside in years, a content smile painted on her lips. And as if feeling me watching her, she meets my eyes, her smile widening, andfuck, if that doesn’t send shockwaves to my heart.
We come to a stop outside of a little diner just off the main street, a huge sign readingBobbie’s Dinerswinging back and forth gently in the breeze. We head in, greeted by the sound idle chatter and soft music playing in the background, the smell of food overwhelming my senses, and my stomach growls.
We take a seat in a booth by the window that overlooks onto the main street.
