Page 39 of One Hot Moment

"Yes, I think we are." I get rid of the condom, then pull her down and encourage her to snuggle against my side. "Would you like to meet my family? Kendall's wedding is in a few weeks, and I'm sure he has told everyone that I have an American girlfriend. For an uptight butler, he's shockingly good at spreading gossip."

"But Kendall used to be a stripper. He can't be that uptight."

"Oh, no, trust me. Kendall was uptight even when he was doing pelvic thrusts and hip pops while 'It's Raining Men' was playing in the background."

Tabitha traces circles on my chest absently. "I would love to watch you do a striptease for me."

"Maybe I will sometime. But not out here on the patio. I might fall off the railing and become a very large insect crushed on someone's windscreen."

"I love your sense of humor."

"Thank you, pet." I slap her arse. "Now, it's time for dinner."

"Mm, yes, please. I'm famished. Sex takes a lot out of a girl."

I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her up with me as I rise from the chaise. "You are no girl, Tabitha. You're one hundred percent woman."

Hand in hand, we amble back into the apartment, making a beeline for the kitchen island. I might not be a gourmet, but I learned enough from my mother to be able to craft a good meal for the woman in my life. Tabitha insists on helping me cook, and I can't say no to her. She's irresistible in every way.

Unfortunately, I didn't think to buy oysters.

So what? I don't need shellfish to get Tabitha randy.

Our romantic dinner, prepared and eaten in the nude, consists of just two dishes---seared scallops and mushroom risotto as well as butter-basted sirloin steak with sautéed onions. The scent alone makes my mouth water. For dessert, I insisted on surprising her with double chocolate mousse cake. Throughout dinner and dessert, we feed each other and kiss often. I can't seem to stop kissing Tabitha. Her lips are soft, and she tastes like the food we're eating.

As our dinner winds down, I detect a familiar scent in the air.

The aroma of Tabitha's desire.

Do I have the energy to make love to her again? More importantly, will I give myself leg cramps if I exercise too soon after eating? Blimey. I'm only thirty-eight, yet I think like a senior citizen.

Except when I'm with Tabitha. She makes me feel twenty-two again.

After enjoying our romantic dinner, I invite Tabitha to sleep here tonight. Then, we can head for Asheville first thing in the morning. I sleep better than I have since the day I was born, and it's all thanks to the woman who lies snuggled against me. We're spooning, naturally. I love having her body molded to mine, especially her sexy arse.

Tabitha doesn't complain at all when I wake her at six o'clock in the morning. It will take us until just past noon to reach Asheville, according to my calculations. That's if we leave at six thirty. Tabitha agrees with my timetable. She does, however, tease me about it while we're eating the remnants of last night's desserts for breakfast.

"Are you always this anal about schedules?" she asks while wiping a bit of whipped cream off my lips with her thumb. "I think it's cute. But my family is very freewheeling, so don't be surprised if they take a while to get used to you."

"You're implying I'm uptight. I've already explained to you that I am not like that."

"Then go crazy and erase your timetable."

I pull her off her stool and onto my lap. "Maybe I need to spank you for your disobedience."

She wraps her legs around me. "Kind of hard to do that when I'm on your lap."

"Watch me." I cup her arse and give it a squeeze, then smack her bottom. "See? I can do it when you're on my lap."

"I stand corrected. Spencer Halfenaked is a spanking genius."

This conversation has gotten very strange, but that doesn't bother me. It probably would have a few weeks ago. Not today. I've changed since I met Tabitha, and I love it.

Ten minutes later, we climb into my car. Duane has the weekend off, so it's just me and the woman I adore embarking on a road trip. She wants to show me the sights, but I prefer to do that on the way home.

"Anxious to meet my family, huh?" Tabitha says from the passenger seat. "That's adorable, and it makes me want to lean over the center console so I can suck you off while you're driving."

"You have a death wish, then. I would surely veer into the other lane if you did that. We would be creamed by an eighteen-wheeler."

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