Page 67 of The Light to My Darkness (The Light to My Darkness 1)

He pulled me a little closer. "If I recall, you never finished my class. Maybe if you had focused a little more on my lectures and less on my body..."

I elbowed him in the side and he laughed. "You're so full of yourself. I did pay attention. I took excellent notes."

He kissed my temple as he reached for his glass of champagne. He raised it slightly. "Cheers to you actually not paying attention at all." He brought the glass to his lips.

I laughed. "You know, if you read my book, you'd know I paid attention. Mostly."

"I'll read it as soon as I'm back from London."

I rested my head on his shoulder. "I can't wait for you to get back."

"Baby, I haven't even left yet." He set down his glass. "Come with me." He was about to stand up but I put my hand on his knee.

"It's the middle of dinner."

"Your point is?" He raised his left eyebrow.

"We have to watch Scarlett. And everyone would notice if we were missing from our table for a lengthy period of time."

"My father is currently watching Scarlett." James nodded to the table next to ours. Scar was perched on James' father's knee, making her chicken nuggets walk through his fancy entree. "And no one gives a shit what we do. Except me. Because I want to be doing you."

"How eloquent, professor."

He smiled and leaned forward slightly so that his lips brushed against my ear. "Now come with me. It's not a request, Miss Taylor." He stood up and put his hand out for me.

Not a request. I gulped. I had been right about his stare earlier. He did want to fuck me. I glanced back at the newlyweds. They seemed perfectly content. I slipped my hand into James' and let him help me to my feet. Why he desired to fuck me when I looked like an elephant didn't really matter. I wanted him to.

"I thought we could visit your hotel room for the evening," James said as we walked out of the ballroom. "That way the sheets will smell like me."

I smiled up at him. He knew how much I hated sleeping without him. Especially when I was away from home. Normally I'd snuggle up with one of his t-shirts and finally be able to drift to sleep. But that wasn't exactly possible in a hotel room. He was so thoughtful. He held my hand a little tighter as we walked over to the elevators.

"Actually, James, do you mind if I use the restroom real quick?" We had just started to walk past the women's room.

"Can't you wait until we get to the room?"

I put my free hand on my stomach. "Not really. I think he's kicking my bladder. I'll just be a sec."

He smiled and dropped my hand. "I'll be waiting."

I pushed open the door to the restroom. It was almost as elegant as the ballroom. It was all gold, marble, and mirrors galore. I walked into one of the stalls. I was just smoothing my dress back into place when I heard someone else walk into the restroom. Some women were talkative around strangers. But I definitely wasn't one of those women. I kept my head down as I stepped out of the stall. My eyes stayed focused on washing my hands. I turned off the faucet.

"Penny."

I nearly jumped out of my skin. "James what are you doing in here?" I hissed.

"You're acting like we've never had sex in a bathroom before." He kissed the side of my neck.

"Well, we haven't in a place like The Plaza."

"Good. It'll be that much more memorable." He pushed down one of the straps on my dress and kissed my shoulder.

I laughed. "We can't." I grabbed his wandering hands. "It's the women's restroom. There will be a line in a matter of seconds if we don't get out of here." I tried to step around him.

He caught my wrist. "Fair point."

Really? I was surprised when he pulled me toward the exit. I was almost disappointed as we walked back into the hall. Normally he'd tell me I was wrong. And then fuck me even harder for going against his word. I remembered the last few months that I had been pregnant with Scar, though. James had been more careful with me. Not less passionate, just less domineering. Were we already to that point in this pregnancy? I wasn't sure I wanted to be. I loved making love to him. But I liked when he was rough with me too.

"The men's bathroom is a much better option," he said with a grin and pulled us through the next door in the hall.

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