"I can't with the dog," Allie murmured. "I feel like she's judging me."
"She wants to be near us," Carter said. "Just like I want to be near you."
"You spoiled her," Allie said to him.
"I know you let her sleep on your bed," Carter whispered back and unzipped her dress.
She was so relaxed, and she melted in his arms.
Carter took a sip of champagne so that she would taste it on his mouth. Then Allie shrieked when he spilled it on her.
"You're going to get it on the comforter!" she protested.
"Hold still," he told her and carefully lapped it off of her body. He felt her shiver.
Yeah, this feels right,he thought.
He kissed her nipples, the same color as the raspberries, then he drained the rest of the champagne and hovered over her. She arched up to meet him.
"I read this story once in theNew Yorkermagazine about this guy and his wife. She would only orgasm when he fucked her on a piece of expensive antique furniture that she owned. I feel like that’s you," he said, kissing her. "If I fuck you in a multimillion-dollar piece of real estate, you're like a sex bunny."
"A sex bunny?" she said and bit his lip. "What is this? The seventies?"
"The still have sex bunnies," he replied, kissing his way down the length of her.
She gasped as he kissed her between her legs, and he felt her hands tangle in his hair.
"Oh, that's right, they have sex bunnies at those god-awful STD-riddled strip clubs you and your gross marine friends like to go to."
Carter gently nibbled the soft part of her inner thigh. "That’s no way to talk about America's finest," Carter said.
"What will you do to me?" she said, pretending to be scared.
He pulled her hands above her head. "Try me and see."
Then he entered her swiftly, and she gasped, arching into him as her rode her.
Allie didn't last that long, which was good because Carter didn't either.
"This is what trying to be a gentleman for you the last few weeks gets me," he said, pulling her against his bare chest and removing the condom.
Allie traced her finger along the ridges of his muscles, smiling every time he shivered from the sensation.
"I know," she said. "I was starting to become a bit worried about you. I thought maybe you were drinking too much."
He slapped her lightly on the buttocks then grabbed his phone to answer a text from the hotel's butler asking about dinner. He told them to bring it up in twenty minutes.
"I guess I'll shower," Allie said, reading over his shoulder.
"I said twenty minutes for a reason," he growled, pulling her back toward him.
He lasted longer that time and left her lying in bed as he tipped the waiter who brought the food.
As he walked down the stairs, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror that hung on the wall.
He was wearing the hotel bathrobe and had messy hair.
"I look like a complete dick," he said and stuck out his tongue.
