Page 91 of Tasty Cherry

“How is it booked?”

“Her special guests, mainly. She sometimes will accept a request. Her assistant Sarah goes through them. We’ve hosted a few very tiny weddings.”

“Like celebrities?”

“More like hospice cases.”

“Oh. With those stairs?”

“There’s a back way on the tenth floor. A secret passageway from the other suite on this floor, through a bookcase. Someone has that suite at the moment or I would have shown you.”

I close up our sandwich bag and set it on the floor. “It’s amazing. She’s amazing.”

“She’s great. She had some struggles. It gave her perspective.”

I snuggle up against his shoulder. The waves continue to crash, and low on the wall, near the bathroom door, a turtle makes his way along a piece of driftwood and holds his tiny head up to the sun.

Magical.

I wonder if we’ve already used up too much of whatever ill-defined lunch break we have, when Sebastian’s hand lifts to my chin and turns my face to his.

When his lips land on mine, I think, yes. This is what we’re here for.

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SEBASTIAN

I’m glad we got plenty of leisurely time over the weekend, because this brief break isn’t going to last.

I kiss her easy and light for a moment, testing the waters. We are, technically, at work.

But when she presses closer, that’s it.

The sun rises on the walls and the waves crash all around us as I unfasten her vest and drop it to the floor. I’ve certainly never removed a hotel uniform off anyone, and the thrill of it makes me move faster.

I unbutton the shirt beneath, feeling more frenzied as I go. Then the bra.

Her breasts are heavy and warm in my hands, and I groan against her mouth.

She breaks away, her breathing heavy. “Teach me what a quickie is, Sebastian. I hear about it.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I stand her up and walk her to the bathroom, clicking the sync button as we pass by so that the ocean laps against the edges of the garden tub. I take her to the long counter topped by an expansive mirror.

The sun has risen, tipping her naked breasts with gold light. I spin her around so that she can see herself, palm trees behind us as if we’re undressing on a deserted island. She braces herself on the counter, her eyes cast down to the sink.

I lift her chin. “I want you to see how gorgeous you are when you come.”

I unfasten the hotel-issue pants. In one swift yank, I’ve jerked them to her ankles, her cute pink panties with them.

My hands snake around to her breasts. “See how I fill my hands with you?”

Her gaze is on my fingers, cupping the fullness.

“This is perfection right here.” Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I bite her bare shoulder.

She sucks in a breath.

I let go with one hand to unbuckle my belt and unsnap my dress pants. “A quickie happens anywhere you can get away with. No fuss.” I incline my head toward the perfectly made bed. “No muss.”

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