I wrapped my arm around him and led him in to taste the best mozzarella cheese of his life.
CHAPTER19
NICK
New York Citywas the most beautiful place I’d ever seen. The skyline was stunning, and when the snow flurries started, it was a freaking Christmas Card. The city was aglow with color, and it felt like every Christmas movie I’d ever seen all rolled into one. And the best part was that I was experiencing it with Preston.
When we returned to The Plaza after Little Italy, we decided to stay in and order room service since we’d already been out in the wind. But when the flurries started, Preston had other ideas.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he buttoned up my coat and tied my new cashmere scarf around my neck. It was hot how hands-on he was when it came to putting on or taking off my clothes. “It’s starting to snow out there.”
Preston smiled at me like a lovesick fool. I could relate. “We’re going to do something romantic.”
I chuckled. “Don’t you realize everything you do is romantic, babe? You’re like my very own—very hot—Prince Charming.”
“Glad you think so, sweetheart. You bring it out in me.” He kissed my cheek, purposefully avoiding my mouth because, well, he knew better. If we got started, we’d never leave this room. Kissing him was like that saying about eating a potato chip: it was impossible to stop with only one. Not to mention he was a master who could give classes on how to do it.
I had to remind myself we were here to see the city, so when we reached the lobby and he stopped at the front desk to pick up a blanket, he had my interest piqued. And when he led me out the glass doors and across the street, I shouldn’t have been surprised at what was waiting.
At the entrance to Central Park, a horse-drawn carriage waited for us. I’d never once imagined, in all those months when he was coming into the bar, that Preston was this much of a romantic. I couldn’t understand why he was still single.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” the driver called.
Preston smiled at the man. “Good evening. Thank you for this.”
“It’s my pleasure, sir. Make yourselves comfortable. Looks like we’re going to have snow flurries for the next couple of hours, so bundle up. Abigail and I will show you the best of Central Park at Christmas.”
I sat down on the velvet-covered seat and snuggled into Preston after he spread the thick blanket over our legs. He wrapped his arm around me, and the driver climbed into his seat and coaxed the horse to move.
For the next hour, we rode through Central Park and took in the beauty of the park. When I had the chance, I looked at this man I was in love with and kissed him. What he didn’t know was that I thought the nights he’d sat at the bar waiting for me were romantic. As was the night we danced after our grilled cheese. While I didn’t need all this, I greatly appreciated it.
I’d find a way to show him.
When we returned an hour later, the driver stopped at the same place we’d started from. Preston pulled back the blanket and got out of the carriage. He held his hand out to me, and I took it.
“Merry Christmas, gentlemen,” the driver called.
“Merry Christmas and thank you,” Preston replied, handing the man cash.
With the blanket draped over his arm, he took my hand to cross the street back to the front doors of the Plaza.
Thirty minutes later, we were naked, and I had him writhing on the bed. I was balls deep in him as he moaned while I repeatedly grazed his prostate.
“Baby…oh, god…babe. I’m gonna…”
“No, you aren’t,” I panted at him as I pulled out. “Flip over.”
Preston rolled to his back and bent his knees with his bare feet flat on the bed. I dipped down and took his dick in my mouth. After a guttural groan and a thrust of his hips, I let him fall from my mouth so I could slide back inside him.
With hooded eyes, he watched as I grabbed his ankles and pushed his legs back, giving me a view as I sank back into him again.
He panted and groaned until I leaned down and kissed him, changing the angle and making him moan more. I pulled back and reached for his leaking shaft.
“Baby, I need to come,” he said.
“I’ve got you,” I replied, then jacked him at the same rapid-fire pace, causing his orgasm to overtake him. Two more pumps of my hips, and I followed him over, filling the condom with my release.
“Holy fuck,” he panted. “You’re good at this.”
