Page 129 of Hot Four Teacher
“Okay, calm down. You know how I feel about marriage. It’s not like I’m trying to sell you off for some goats. The honeymoon suite happened to be the nicest room they had available. Plus, I’m sure they’ll kiss your ass while you’re there. Just have fun. Eve’s coming. I have to go.”
She quickly hangs up.
When I slide back in the truck, I look at Dane. “Don’t freak out.”
“Okay?”
“My sister booked us the honeymoon suite. She said it was only because it was the nicest room they had available. I promise I’m not trying anything funny here.”
He just says, “Well, that was nice of her.”
“You’re not upset?” I ask. “Or freaked out?”
“Why would I be? I get to pretend you’re my wife for the weekend. I’m going to enjoy it.” He flashes a sexy smile.
“We need to get upstairs,” I tell him. “Before we are screwing in the parking lot.”
***
A few minutes later, we walk through the door to our suite. And holy shit, it’s beautiful. The lavish area has a giant plush bed, a kitchenette, a living area with comfortable couches, and even a heart-shaped jacuzzi tub.
“Wow,” I say.
“Remind me to send a thank you note to your sister.”
Dane is barely able to set our bags down before I’m in his arms. While the room is great, it has been far too long since I’ve felt his touch. Phone sex and dirty texts only get you so far. I need the real thing.
He picks me up like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I know that right now, this isn’t going to be slow and sweet. We both need a quick, hard fuck.
Period.
***
After we bang one out, we decide to clean up and get ready for dinner. I open my suitcase and see that along with the things I packed, Ronnie included a few goodies.
That little sneak.
When she came to pick up Eve, she insisted she needed something from my room. Now I see what she was doing.
In my bag, there’s a vibrator and someverynaughty lingerie.
Oh, Ronnie.
For dinner, I opt for a sundress and a sweater. Sure, my legs may get chilly, but I’ll feel cute.
When I exit the bathroom, Dane looks at me and smiles.
Walking over to me, he sets his hands on my hips. “Do you realize how incredible you look?”
“I think you’ll have to show me.”
“If I do that, we may never make it to the restaurant.”
“Hmm,” I say, pondering if we should just stay. But I know Dane planned this, and I don’t want him to think I don’t appreciate it. “Let’s go.”
We walk out of the room and head downstairs. On the way, I see him looking at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
