Page 360 of Not Over You

She joined him on the sidewalk, her features a mask of confusion warring with excitement. Zane tipped the valet, then clasped Lori’s hand and led her into the hotel. Minutes later, keycards in hand, they traveled up to the seventh floor.

“Did you know Humphrey Bogart married his first wife in this hotel?” Zane asked. “And Babe Ruth was a frequent visitor.”

She gave him her eyes, mirth swirling in their emerald depths. “You and baseball.”

He nodded sagely. “It’s a religion.”

The elevator dinged, and Zane slipped his arm around her waist, guiding her to the hotel room, a park view suite. “I couldn’t afford the penthouse. Not yet anyway. But one day, Lori, I’ll shower you in diamonds. In the meantime, I hope this suffices.”

He opened the door and ushered her inside. Decorated in reds and greens, the place oozed old-world style and luxury. He could have taken her to the High Line or the Four Seasons, somewhere far more contemporary, but this hotel, with its long history and vintage charm, was far more suited to Lori than those other establishments. Plus, like she said, he was a massive baseball fan, so the chance to pretend that Babe Ruth had stayed in this very room was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Her eyes went to the bed, where the hotel staff—following his requests to the letter—had strewn hundreds of rose petals over the comforter.

“Oh, Zane. It’s beautiful.” She wandered over, gathering a few petals in her hands. She brought them to her nose and sniffed. “This… all this. It’s wonderful. I can’t take it in.” She peered through the window, then pivoted to face him. “What about overnight stuff?”

Trust Lori to focus on the practical. On cue, a knock came at the door, and Zane grinned.

“All taken care of.”

He swapped the bellboy ten dollars in exchange for the overnight bag he’d packed for them both. Thank goodness Lori’s parents were broad-minded and supportive of their relationship. They’d been in on the subterfuge from the time he’d first broached the idea with them. Tonight had to be special. For Lori. It had to be perfect, and he’d do everything in his power to ensure it exceeded every expectation.

“How?” Lori frowned as she tried to work it out, and then she laughed. “My parents. Ooh, the little sneaks.”

Zane tossed the bag beside the bed and shrugged out of the tux jacket. He encircled his arms around Lori’s waist, tugging her close to his body. He was already hard, hungry, and horny as hell. But they had all night, and he’d make sure they used every single moment of it wisely.

“You owned the room tonight.” Zane ran his hands up her spine and traced the tip of his nose down hers, then fused their foreheads together. “The most beautiful woman there, by miles.”

“You’re biased,” she replied, breathless.

“I wanted tonight to be perfect, Lori.”

“It has been. And this.” She gestured around. “Zane, it’s stunning. Idyllic.”

He chuckled. “And that view is a view to fuck to, don’t you think?”

Under normal circumstances she’d laugh when he made a lewd half joke. But this time, she didn’t. Instead, she stared right into his eyes, her fingertips brushing his hips. “You’re the best view to fuck to.”

Zane groaned. “Jesus, Lori. You’re gonna make me come in my pants before I’ve even taken them off.”

Her fingers went to his belt, unbuckling him. “Then let’s not waste any more time.” She flicked open the button, then drew the zipper down one agonizing tooth at a time. The back of her hand brushed his cock, and it jerked, eager for freedom. Lori’s warm hand reached inside his boxers, grabbing him at the base.

“Remember the first time I saw you naked and how I couldn’t stop laughing, and you thought I was laughing at your precious dick.”

“Yeah.” He sucked a breath through his teeth as she fisted him, hard and fast. “And my dick is precious.”

She emitted a low chuckle. “Not going to argue with that.”

She dropped to her knees and removed his shoes and socks, then reached up and rolled his trousers and boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.

“I was so nervous that I wouldn’t do it right.”

“And I was crapping myself that you’d put your hands on me, and I’d explode before my dick got anywhere near you.”

“But we made it work, didn’t we, Zane?” She licked him from root to tip, then flattened her tongue over the crown, lapping up the moisture nestling on the tip.

“Fuck, Lori.” He groaned. “Yeah, we made it work, ’cause it’s us, and we’re perfect for each other.”

“There will never be another for me, Zane.”

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