Page 86 of Doctor Daddy

“I will send you updates and pictures every day. It will be annoying because you really don’t want to hear from me while on your honeymoon.”

“But I will want updates. What if they start walking while we’re gone?”

“No one is going to start walking while we’re gone. They barely have teeth.”

With one last kiss on each of their little heads, I let Mark guide me out to the waiting limo. Once inside, I let myself sink into the seats. I was exhausted.

“The first thing I want to do when we get to the hotel,” I started.

“Oh yeah?” Mark slid an arm behind me and slid across the leather seat as he pulled me into his lap. “And what exactly is that, and how may I be of service?” He began nibbling at my neck.

I squirmed and pushed against his chest.

“Not that. I want to sleep. Why did you have to get us tickets to some tropical paradise? It’s going to be wasted on me. All I plan on doing this week is sleeping. I have a year to make up for.”

“Is that all you’ll be doing?”

His kisses tickled and stirred the nerves in my core. “Okay, sleeping, and other things that involve being in bed all the time.”

“I like how you are thinking.”

By the time we arrived at the hotel, the concierge service had our bags already delivered to our room before we had arrived. That would earn them a high score from me. I had to remember that I was here as a guest, and not a hospitality management student preparing an assessment report.

The door closed behind Mark with a solid click. He tossed over the brass safety lock.

“As beautiful as you are right now in this dress, I really would rather see you out of it.”

“Well, I think you look dashing in your tux.” All the men wore black velvet suit coats with red accessories. He looked like a movie star on the red carpet before the premiere. I stepped in close and ran my hands over the fabric at his shoulders. I loved the way it felt.

I hooked my thumbs in the collar with the next pass of my hands and pushed his coat off. As much as I admired him in that suit I, also, would rather have him naked.

He laughed and began helping me to get rid of his suit. When he was down to trousers and an unbuttoned dress shirt, he spun me around and declared it was my turn.

“Shit, why does this thing have so many buttons?”

The dress had something like one hundred tiny pearl buttons down the back. I lifted my arm and pointed to my ribs. “Secret side entry. There’s a zipper.”

“Oh, tricky designer,” he proclaimed.

With a quick zip, the bodice of the dress was loose enough for me to begin the escape process. And it was a process. Laughter bubbled out of me as I got stuck with my arms over my head, while Mark tried to toss the skirt up.

“You are still under there, aren’t you?”

“Whoever said getting out your wedding clothes for the honeymoon to start was sexy and romantic, had it all wrong,” I complained.

“Who said that?”

“Books, movies.”

“Welcome to reality darling. There you are,” he smiled at me when I was finally unearthed from the mound of tulle and layers of lace.

“That’s the first layer. Are you ready for round two?” We still had the scaffolding of my foundation wear to get rid of.

“I’m beginning to think that my wife is not under all of this.”

“Are you saying I’m three raccoons in a trench coat pretending to be me?”

“Something like that. Gotcha!”

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