Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) - Crystal Kaswell Page 0,57

autograph. Don't have time today." He nods goodbye. "If you'll excuse me, I need to fuck my wife until everyone on this floor can hear her coming."

The girl turns the same color as a tomato. I'm not doing much better on the blushing front.

My cheeks are burning.

Dammit, I'm hot everywhere.

One of the girls lets out an orgasmic gasp.

Tom is smiling from ear to ear. What can I say? My husband knows every button he has to press to get a reaction.

Damn, I love the way he presses my buttons.

He squeezes my hand and motions toward the hallway. "Don't tell me you don't want to be under me, screaming my name."

"I don't."

Tom cocks a brow.

I offer the girl a smile and turn back to Tom. "I want to be on top of you, screaming your name."

His smile widens. "Could never deprive my wife of what she wants."

"Promise you'll always say it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like we're newlyweds."

"We are newlyweds."

"Promise."

He nods. "I promise, kid." He leans closer.

"Promise you'll always call me that."

"Even when we're eighty."

I ignore our audience and press my body against his. His clothes—the usual hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans—get in my way, but I can still feel every hard inch of him.

Damn, I want him out of those jeans.

It's been a while since we had to sneak around, but I still get a thrill from being with him this openly, from kissing him like no one is watching.

But people are watching, and I don't want those people following us to our hotel room.

Tom doesn't give a flying fuck about our audience. If anything, he's angling to give them a show. He kisses me hungrily. His hands go to my ass. He lifts me into the air. My attempt to wrap my legs around his hips is messy, but I figure it out.

He pushes me against the opposite wall.

I'm not aware of much besides his tongue in my mouth and his hands against me. Even over my jeans, the touch makes me burn with heat.

It's been a long day. No, it's been a long few days and a long week before that. Yes, I have to deal with this email thing soon, but it can wait until tomorrow.

Everything else can wait until tomorrow.

The giggles and groans stop. The elevator doors close and the carriage whirs.

I peek my eyes open as I break the kiss. Sure enough, the giggling girls are gone.

"You gave them something to think about tonight." I motion for him to set me down.

He does. But he keeps his hands against my ass, keeps me pressed against his erection. "Gotta make sure my wife comes every day." He motions for me to follow him to the hotel room.

This time, I do. The damn thing is all the way at the end of the hall. The only downside of a corner suite is that it's in the corner.

The opposite corner of the elevator.

By the time we get to the door, I'm on fire. These clothes are far too much. His must be worse. God, I don't have a clue how he's walking with the way he's fighting those jeans.

Tom unlocks the door and pushes it open. "My eyes are up here, kid."

"Uh-huh."

He pushes my coat off my shoulders. His lips go to my neck. His kiss is soft, tender, the Tom only I know.

"I remember something about your wife coming every day."

He unbuttons my jeans and slides them to my knees. "Have I missed a day?"

"What about when we're apart?"

"Prefer to do it myself. With my cock, or my mouth, or my hands." He presses his palm against me, over my panties. "But I'm not picky. It can be your hand. Or a vibrator. As long as you come, I'm happy."

"Even if you aren't there?"

"Yeah. Course I prefer when you let me watch or listen." He rubs me harder. "Fuck, you're wet."

Pleasure floods the spot. I can only respond with a groan.

My hands go to his shoulders. The hoodie. I suspected it was evil, but now I'm sure. It needs to be gone.

My hands struggle to find the zipper. It only gets more difficult as he rubs me with his palm.

"Tom," I groan.

"Say it again."

"Tom." I find the zipper and pull it down. Then I push the thing off his shoulders. "Please. I need you."

"Say that again." His voice gets heavy, breathy.

All this time, and he still needs to feel needed.

I can barely pry my eyelids apart to look up at him. Those gorgeous green eyes of his are fixed on