Page 70 of Final Proposal

“Stupid lock,” Ford mutters as he jiggles the handle and it doesn’t budge.

“Let’s try the back.”

“I don’t have a key for the back one. It was just replaced and hasn’t been rekeyed.” He looks at me and we both burst out laughing.

“Seriously? Are we locked out of our own property, Ford?”

He stands back and braces his hands on his hips, his lips twisted, and his brow furrowed in concentration. “I know.”

“What? Are you going to break in?”

He shakes his head exaggeratively. “No. But, the windows on the second floor aren’t locked.”

“Are you crazy?”

He turns to me, his grin huge, his eyes alive. “Only for you,” he says with a bark of a laugh before running down the sidewalk to the side of the building.

“Wait.” I scurry after him, the world spinning a bit beneath my feet. “You can’t climb that,” I say, pointing to the side of the building with its attached trellis that Ford is already making his way onto.

“Why not?” He turns and grins. “We know the owners. Live on the wild side, Sinclair.”

“I’m not reviving you when you fall off and break your back.”

“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” he says through a laugh before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

Without another word, and with a lot of laughter, Ford manages to climb the side of the building and push open one of the newly installed windows. “Aha!” he yells down to me before he disappears.

I run back to the front door, my stomach hurting from laughing so much, just in time for Ford to open it.

“Voila,” he says, bending at the waist.

“You broke into our hotel.” I playfully swat at him. He grabs my wrists, holding them against his chest.

“It’s hard being this perfect, Elle.”

“Oh, please. Don’t think so highly of yourself.” I roll my eyes but when ours meet again, everything slows down. I feel his breath feather over my lips. Feel his heartbeat race beneath my palms. See the desire darken in his eyes.

“You know what will make me fall from grace?”

“What’s that?”

“Making a mistake,” he murmurs, his eyes devouring me.

“Is that so?” Our bodies move into one another’s.

“It is.” His eyes flicker to my lips. “I find it’s hard to be perfect when you keep making mistakes.”

I lean in so that our lips are almost touching. “Then I guess it’s time we make another one.”

“Is that so?” he asks as I shut the door at my back and lower to my knees. His breath hitches as I look up at him beneath my lashes, a smile on my lips as my fingers work the buttons of his pants. “God, I love mistakes.”

Laughter is on my lips as I break his cock free and waste no time taking him into my mouth. His hand fists in my hair almost in an automatic response when the first suck on it takes him all the way to the back of my throat.

“Elle,” he groans, and hell if the sound alone doesn’t enhance the ache to have him that’s burning through me. “Christ, Elle.”

I work my hand around the base of his shaft as I suck on the crest of his cock. I’m treated with the salty taste of his precome as his fist tightens. I look up at him with him thick and heavy in my mouth and am turned on by the sight. Eyes drugged with desire half-closed and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Tendons taut in his neck and his biceps flexed as he moves his hand with my hand as I work his dick in and out of my lips.

“Stop or I’m going to come.” His words spur me on. To suck harder. To take him deeper. I can feel him swell and harden when I didn’t think he could get any harder. His next groan has him hauling me up by under my armpits and branding his mouth over mine, swallowing my gasp as his tongue slips between my lips.