Page 104 of The Last Resort
She worked him over hard, picking up the tempo as his groans and filthy language increased in volume. It was tempting to take him all the way, to claim her reward.
Matthew clearly had other plans. Slipping his thumb between his cock and her lips, he pulled out of Rachel’s mouth. Bending, he kissed her on her swollen lips. “Come to bed.”
He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, setting her gently down on the soft cloud-like mattress. He climbed on and straddled her. His erection sat hot and heavy in the middle of her belly. Rachel sat up and taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, gave it a friendly lick, then a kiss. Matthew only let her get a couple of strokes in, before he groaned. “Enough. I’m too close.”
Rachel lay back on the bed, while Matthew gingerly climbed off and went to find a condom. When he returned, Mini Matt was suited up and ready to party.
He slid home in one deep, gorgeous thrust. Rachel clutched his hips and held on tight. “Let’s both make this apology a mind-blowingly good one.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
When she woke the following morning, Matthew’s side of the bed was empty. Rachel’s brain hit the panic button.No. No. No. Last night had all been a dream and she and Matthew were still at war. They were still finished as a couple.
She’d just thrown back the covers, and leapt out of bed, when the rational part of her brain mercifully kicked in. If she and Matthew had not patched things up, then she wouldn’t have slept in his bed last night. Nor would the evidence of them having stripped one another naked and made love be scattered all over the floor.
“You are awake, good.”
It took her a minute to be able to answer him. She sat and stared at the door as a sweatpants clad Matthew stretched up and touched the top of the frame. The sight of his hairy torso and belly button had her smiling. Mini Matt was hidden under that gray fleece—she couldn’t wait to say hi to him again.
“Where have you been?”
“Building. Get dressed and come take a look.”
She struggled out of bed, her muscles quietly remindingher of the sinful things the two of them had done in the early hours of the morning. When she got the chance, she’d have to get back into yoga
Can’t we just stay in bed?
As soon as she’d thrown on some clothes, Matthew led Rachel into the ballroom. She looked to the table where his rebuilt model sat. But the sight which greeted her wasn’t the same as the model he had presented to council.
He’d pulled most of it apart, and pieces lay scattered across the table.
“What did you do?”
Matthew pointed at the table. “I took our design from the beach and worked it into the model. Now, I was thinking we keep the walls here. The front façade and of course the grand staircase. We both know the existing roof is beyond saving, but that presents us with an opportunity to open up the top of the old lodge and build a link to the new part at the back.”
Rachel had read the surveyors reports and the 3D scan of the roof she and Matthew had undertaken on the night they’d gone up to the roof confirmed that the old, weathered roof couldn’t be salvaged. In its place, Matthew had roughed up a new roof but with a walkway across to the solid brick hotel which would be constructed behind.
“That’s what we were missing on the beach the other night, the extra link between the buildings.”
Plastic cling wrap had been wrapped around some bits of wood, and while Matthew’s modelling skills left a bit to be desired, Rachel could see what he was trying to achieve. A glass mezzanine which ran between the two buildings.
“And all of this would be encased in your Death Star glass and steel globe thing?”
“Yep, the glass dome will survive. It might be a pyramid depending on how the snow would settle on top. What do you think?”
“I think the council and the Brocks might wonder what we are playing at since we’ve already sent them the other design.”
He gave her a sheepish grin. “I’ve already emailed both the Brocks and the planning committee to let them know that we have made some substantial changes to our preliminary design. They will be expecting to see our final proposal in a couple of days. I CC’d you in on the email.”
Rachel took a few minutes to look over the new model. This state-of-the-art with historical-detail-preserved design was going to set the architectural world on its ear. Her hands came together in applause. She was still clapping as she turned to Matthew. “Well done, Mister Royal, you’ve harnessed your creative flow. This is the final proposal we should put to everyone.”
They drove into town early, and while Matthew waited in the car, Rachel went into theManhattan EscapeeBakeryand bought up a dozen of their zucchini muffins. Climbing back into the Jeep, she handed him his coffee. “I think they are starting to warm to us again. The young woman at the front counter asked if we were coming in for breakfast this week.”
He wiped fake tears from his eyes. “My bakery ban is over. Praise the lord.”
Back at the lodge, they completed the list of exclusive experiences the new Royal Resorts would offer their guests. “I really like your idea of the midnight star-gazers ball on New Year’s Eve. I think that will sell out every year,” said Matthew, after polishing off his second muffin in record time.
Rachel accepted his warm praise. She was particularlyproud of having come up with that little spark of brilliance. At the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, all the lights in the buildings under the globe would be turned off and guests would be able to view the fireworks over Aspen Mountain. They could stay in their finery and not have to venture out into the chilly night.
