Page 66 of Some Like It Hot

Once we’re in the luxurious suite, Elise clears her throat and rips the knit hat off of her head. “Now what?”

"Well, I’m going to pick your sweet ass up and carry you into the bedroom, lay you down, and we’re going to absolutely feast on you," Blake tells her. He bends, clearly intending to literally lift her up.

She laughs and steps back. "Well, that’s not necessary.”

He frowns at her. "It is absolutely necessary."

"You don’t have to pick me up. I’m not even sure you can. No offense. But I can walk in the bedroom myself."

Blake narrows his eyes. "Fucking dare me.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“I am going to pick you up. I am going to carry you into the bedroom. And if you say something like that again, I’m gonna put you over my knee and spank your ass."

She stares at him, her mouth open.

He lifts a brow. "I throw big ass fully grown hockey players around. You’re nothing."

She shakes her head. "No. I was thinking about the spanking thing."

I grin. Simon actually gives a little groan.

Blake doesn’t say anything. He simply steps forward, grips her ass, and lifts her up against him.

She wraps her arms and legs around him, laughing. "But if I let you carry me, you’re not going to spank me."

"Who said that?” he asks, giving her ass a little swat. "There’s lots of reasons to spank you. One of them can be just that you want it." He starts down the hall. "You’re going to quickly catch on that you can have whatever you want from us.”

I shake my head and look at Simon. "This is going to be a lot of fun."

Simon is watching them go. "Yes. Yes, it is.”

Then he turns and kisses me so briefly it makes me moan.

We start after them. Blake already has Elise on the bed. He’s stripping. He pulls his shirt over his head and Elise is watching, fascinated. I can see why. The guy is ripped. Of course he is. He’s a hockey goalie. But he’s huge. Bigger than I imagined. And I am not embarrassed to admit that I definitely imagined it.

After seeing how hot they were together in the elevator, it was very difficult not to imagine it.

I watch Elise taking in every detail of his cut chest and abs, the ink on his shoulders and arms, and the way he lifts his hands to his hair, gathering it back into a low ponytail. Clearly, he’s going to be busy doing things that he needs his hair out of the way for.

I think I could just watch these two together for the next few hours and be very happy. My own personal, live action porn.

“It occurs to me that you haven’t even kissed her yet," Simon says, looking at me.

I look at Elise. She licks her lips. "That’s true."

Blake looks over. "So?"

"Good point, Simon. I’m thinking maybe I should go first," I say, poking the bear just the right amount.

Elise deserves to have him growly and jealous over her. It’s great that he’s so open to sharing her, and we are going to make sure this is the best night of her life, and hopefully there will be other nights, but Elise needs to know that Blake really wants her. Hell, I want to be sure Blake realizes that.

"You not kissing her seems like bad judgment on your part," Wilder tells me, kneeling on the bed and bracing himself over Elise. He lowers his head and gives her a long, deep kiss.

"Why do you get to go first?" I ask, taking my time to strip my shirt off as well. "I mean, she’s kissed both you and Simon. It’s kind of my turn."

Blake doesn’t move from where he’s braced over Elise, except to turn his head to look at me. "Yeah, but there’s only one person in this room for me to kiss. You’ve got another option. Why don’t you kiss him if you’re needing a kiss so bad?"

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