Page 22 of Timeless: Encore

Every single bite is divine. I’m so inspired. My mind whirls with possibilities. I scoff at my spreadsheets. I’ve worked at a three-Star Michelin restaurant—Le Bernardin—so I’m no slouch when it comes to fine dining. Even if it’s been nearly a decade, I’ve got this.

Experiencing a Michelin Star restaurant as a diner is night and day different than cooking the food itself. Or reading about it. We’re back in the Big Apple in next week. Zane booked us into Le Bernardin, my old place of employment. I can’t believe I’ve come full circle.

“You look incredibly happy.” Zane and I hold hands as we wait for our Uber to pick us up like normal people. Thankfully, despite the star power at our table, no fans bothered us tonight. The only rockstar moment was when the kitchen staff took some Polaroid pictures with our entire table.

I clutch a little bag of homemade candy presented to each couple at end of the meal. “Yeah, well, I guess you have your stage. I have mine.”

“It was definitely your night.” Zane twirls me around under his arm. “It was fun to see you chatting away with Harper and Tristan.”

“God, I haven’t talked shop in years. It was incredible. I’ve isolated myself a lot. I guess I didn’t realize it.” I snuggle against Zane’s hard chest.

The Uber arrives. I lay wrapped in Zane’s arms all the way back to The Four Seasons, where we’re staying in a two-bedroom suite. Olga shuts off the reality TV show she was watching, says goodnight and heads to her own room. Zane and I check in on Mia, who should have been asleep for a couple hours, to find her wide awake.

I sit on the bed next to her. “Are you having trouble sleeping, Meems?”

“Where did you go?” She clutches a stuffed flea Zane gave her when she was a toddler. It never leaves her side.

“I took your mom on a grownup date.” Zane leans back against the headboard and pulls her back against his chest. “Do you think we need to have a little daddy-daughter time tomorrow?”

Mia claps her hands and shrieks, “What will we do?”

“Well, I have reservations for tea at the American Girl store at eleven. Then, I thought you might want to get your ears pierced.” Zane twirls a lock of her hair around his finger.

She squirms around and shoves Zane in the chest. “Don’t tease me. Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” He boops her nose.

Mia whirls toward me. “I can get my ears pierced?”

“I guess so.” I shake my head at Zane but can’t help but laugh.

“Why isn’t it morning yet?” Mia shoves her fists in the air and shakes them. “Why?”

Zane kisses the top of her head and gets up. Holds the blankets out. “In you go. The faster you get to sleep, the faster morning comes.”

With Mia off to bed, we cross the suite to our room. I’m standing in a tank top and underwear at the bathroom mirror ready to wash my face when Zane moves behind me and wraps his arms around my belly. His palm spans my stomach. I’ve gained five more pounds with all of the huge meals we’ve been eating.

Funny, I don’t feel self-conscious at all.

Huh.

“Hey.” I catch his gaze in the mirror. “Whatcha doin?”

“Can we talk about making a baby?” Zane’s long, curly hair melds with my magenta waves. His olive skin is in sharp contrast to my nearly translucent coloring. His sultry eyes bore into my blue ones. “Look at us. Can you imagine how good-looking our kid is going to be?”

I lean back against him. “That’s going to have to wait until Gus opens, babe. Besides, when LTZ gets back together I wouldn’t be super stoked about being on my own with an infant and a restaurant to run.”

“We could travel as a family on the new bus.” His hand works its way back to my belly. “I want a bunch of kids. We always talked about having kids.”

He’s so earnest. His voice nearly quivers. God, I love him. He’s so fucking sexy. I tip my head up to kiss his scruffy chin. Run my nose along his jaw. His arms tighten. He cups my breast. Pinches my nipple. I gasp because it sends a zing straight to my clit.

“We’re having so much fun practicing this summer, Fee.” His mouth finds mine in a chaste, soft kiss. Then he gets naughty. He slips his tongue between my lips to dance with mine. Deepening. Building. Zane’s thick cock nestles between my ass cheeks. “Maybe, if we’re lucky, one of my swimmers will take.”

Zane’s fingers are now buried inside my soaked pussy. Tunneling. Scissoring. He yanks my panties to the side, bends me over the bathroom counter and buries himself inside me. “Holy shit,” I cry out, spasming with gratification.

He ruts into me, balls slapping against my ass. Watches himself fuck me in the mirror. I didn’t even notice he’d pulled my tank top up. My tits sway and bounce in time to his thrusts. “We’re so fucking hot, Fee. Look at us.”

We are fucking hot. I can’t help but gaze at his beautiful face as he pounds into me. He’s so into it. So intome. His face is in absolute rapture when he floods me with his come. He’s magnificent. Eyes squinched shut. Lips pursed. Back arched. Taut arm muscles straining. When he’s done, he holds me tightly, my back to his front. The smell of our sex is intoxicating. Our combined release runs down my inner thighs. Zane kisses my neck. Cups and squeezes my breasts. Worships me.

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