Chapter twenty-one
Four Days Later
Iwakeslowly,cocoonedin the warmth of Zach’s body.
His arms encircle me and the unmistakable girth of his erection pushes against my bottom. Immediately, a familiar flutter of desire blooms deep inside me.
Apparently Prague agrees with us.
I rotate to snuggle him, smiling into the pillow as his arm grips instinctively around my waist. Even half-asleep, his bodyseems wired to keep me close. The sheets smell faintly of fresh linen and whatever decadent soap the Four Seasons stocks in its marble bathrooms.
The past four days are a dream I’m still reluctant to wake from.
The morning after the wedding we traded the castle for the city, letting the driver deliver us to the penthouse suite overlooking the Vltava River. The view alone nearly stole my breath. Terracotta rooftops stretched in every direction, cathedral spires piercing the skyline while the river curved lazily beneath Charles Bridge.
Zach walked straight to the windows, pulled me against his chest and declared, “We should stay here forever.”
On the first day, we barely left the suite. It was something out of a glossy travel magazine. Cream-colored walls, dark wood floors, tall windows framed the river. Somewhere between unpacking and ordering room service, Zach discovered the oversized soaking tub.
Let’s just say our plans for sightseeing were forgotten.
When we finally ventured out the following morning, it involved a Segway, which still makes me laugh.
Watching Zach Bennett, a six-foot-something corporate shark, wobble down a cobblestone street while a cheerful Czech guide explained how to incline forward nearly broke me.
“Don’t laugh,” he warned, gripping the handlebars.
“You’re a very handsome mall cop,” I told him.
We spent a couple hours gliding through Prague’s winding streets, past pastel buildings and medieval towers, the Segways carrying us through quiet courtyards and narrow alleys where tourists hadn’t yet crowded the morning. At one point we stopped on a hill by Prague Castle overlooking the city.
Zach tilted over and kissed me in front of the guide like he’d been doing it for years.
By evening we cleaned up for dinner at Benjamin.
The entire experience was a full-blown performance. At a specific time the dining room doors opened and the small group of guests were guided to their tables as if entering a private theater. Course after course arrived with quiet precision. Freshwater fish from nearby ponds. Foraged herbs scattered across delicate plates. Tender cuts of meat sourced from farms whose names were a roll call of the Czech countryside.
Each dish carried flavors I didn’t recognize but somehow loved instantly.
Zach watched me like he was personally responsible for my pleasure. “I enjoy feeding you.”
After dinner we walked back to our hotel across the Charles Bridge over the river as the city lights shimmered on the water.
And…well. Let’s just say the penthouse bed has been thoroughly tested.
Which brings me back to the present moment.
I twist beneath Zach’s arm. He stirs behind me.
“Morning,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep as his hand traces lazily along my hip.
He pulls me closer against him and his erection becomes far less subtle.
I laugh softly. “Apparently Prague agrees with you.”
“Prague has excellent taste.” He kisses the curve of my shoulder.
His hand snakes down to cup my breast, fingers teasing my nipple with gentle caresses, sending ripples of pleasure through my pussy. I instinctively arch my back, molding my butt to his thighs. He responds with a subtle thrust of his hips, causing the solid length of him to brush along the crease of my ass.
