Page 95 of Here's to Now

“It’s okay,” she says, but she doesn’t look at me.

Gulping, I push out a question I really don’t want to ask. “But are we?”

“We will be.”

The door dings and opens for us. We file out and shuffle our way down the hall to find our room. Once I slide the key in and push open the heavy door, I let out an impressed whistle.

“Look at this view! This is…”

“Breathtaking,” Haley finishes, stepping up beside me to look out over Sin City.

In a moment of bravery, I reach out and trail my fingers down her arm until I can press my palm against hers. She doesn’t fight it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry I left them.”

I watch her reflection in the windows in front of us as she closes her eyes for a brief moment. “I know that too, Gaige.”

“We apologize a lot to one another.”

“Here lately, yes.”

“Can we stop?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I move closer to her, standing behind her and wrapping my arms around her torso. She relaxes into my embrace, tilting her head to the side. I lean down and brush my lips across her earlobe, knowing it’s a turn-on spot for her. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please…”

I spin her around and move her until her back hits the window. I glance over her shoulder, then back to her, then back over at the view. Finally, I meet her heated stare. “Breathtaking,” I say against her lips before I devour them.

She presses into me and I flatten her to the window, grinding my hips into her lower half. She moans and claws at the shirt covering my back. I wrench it off, glad I wore a button up so I never have to leave her lips. Her hands fall to my pants and she unsnaps them with ease, trying to push them down my legs. I halt her attempts, lifting her until her legs wind around my waist. I quickly walk her to the bed and carefully lay her across it.

“The window,” I say between heated kisses.

“Tinted,” she pants.

She reaches for her shirt and yanks it over her head, and suddenly, I don’t give a shit about the window, tinted or not. Her perfect tits are barely contained in her light blue, all lace bra. I can see her nipples straining against the material, begging for my mouth. Who am I to turn them down?

As I pull her rosy buds into my mouth, sucking and nipping at them, she continues to work my jeans down my hips. I kick them off as she plunges her hand into my boxer briefs, wrapping her warmth around my hard cock. She pumps once, twice, and I have to pull away or I’m going to explode all over her.

“I need you inside me,” she begs, pushing my underwear down over my ass.

The only thing I can think about is how fucking excited I am she chose to wear a skirt today. Bunching it in my hands, I slide it up, push her panties aside, and slip into her with ease.

She gasps and arches off the bed with pure fucking pleasure. I drive forward, taking her hard and fast.

I’m not sure who reaches their climax first; all I know is it’s a mix of shouts and cries, then it’s silent and sticky.

I roll off her, dragging her until she’s spread across me. Running my fingers lightly down her back, I kiss her temple and pray she’ll forgive my last secret.

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