led to me breaking a lot of rules, such is his power over me.
“Come here,” he says and holds his arm up.
I’m instantly across the room, sliding onto the bed and into his embrace. My head finds its spot on his shoulder, and I nestle closer. He hugs me tight, giving a sigh of deep contentment, and my heart skips a beat as if he’s run his fingers over the heartstrings.
We lie for a while, silent but for the faint swish of his fingertips running up and down my jumper-clad back. Finally, he stirs.
“Ever done it in a four-poster bed?”
I think hard. “I’ve been under one when someone else did it.”
“What?”
I cuddle closer, and his arms tighten. “I was exploring the west wing and saw my father coming down the corridor, so I dived into the nearest room. Unfortunately, I went under the bed. Even more unfortunately, my father picked that bed to have sex with your mother.” I pause. “For a very long time. He had stamina.”
“Ugh,” he gags. “Never ever tell me that story again.”
I nod glumly. “It was my go-to to stop an erection for years.”
“Well, now, you’ve stopped mine. I hope you’re happy, Henry,” he says dryly.
I run my hand down his stomach, coming to rest on his crotch and feeling him harden. “Really?”
“Oh, okay then,” he says hoarsely. “You know I like to power through unpleasantness.”
I cup and stroke the length behind his jeans, feeling my own cock stiffen. “I’d like you to power through me,” I murmur and he chuckles. I start to unzip his jeans, and he stays my hand. I look up questioningly.
“What about food?” He pauses and clears his throat. “Don’t you want to go downstairs to eat?”
I shrug, finishing undoing him and freeing his cock deftly. I run my tongue up the shaft and look up. “I am going downstairs to eat.”
His moan is my answer.
A couple of hours later, he shuts the hotel room door and turns back to me. Wearing a hotel robe, he’s carrying a tray heaped with food.
I sit up and reach for my briefs.
“Absolutely not,” he says immediately. “You’re staying naked for the rest of the weekend.”
I pull my hand back. “Won’t that be awkward for the residents of Stow-on-the-Wold?”
“No, because you won’t be meeting them,” he says cheerfully, dumping the tray on the bed and shedding his own robe.
I enjoy the ability I have now to stare at him. No more sidelong hurried glances for me, because he’s all mine. Now, I look him over slowly and thoroughly, cataloguing the long legs dusted with golden hair, the deep V of his pelvic muscles and the way his balls bunch as he moves. By the time I’ve finished my study, his cock is stirring again.
“No,” he says huskily. “First food, then the fucking.”
“That should be our motto for life,” I say happily, grabbing my halloumi burger and munching happily. “This is lovely,” I say through a mouthful of food.
He shakes his head at me in an affectionate way and settles down to sit cross-legged next to me. The next ten minutes are spent clearing the tray of all food. When we’ve finished, he pours us each a glass of wine and settles back against the mound of pillows.
I slide next to him, loving the way his arm automatically comes down to circle my shoulders. I look up at him. “So, to avoid spending all our time fucking like rabbits at home, you have removed us to a hotel where you intend to spend all our time… fucking like rabbits.”
He laughs and whispers, “I might, just might consent to dress and trawl around the antique shops with you tomorrow.”
“Oh, my God.” I put my hand to my chest. “Are you ill? Do you have a disease?”
He nods solemnly. “I’ve been saddled with a Henry. It’s a lifelong condition.”
“You’d better believe it is,” I say indignantly. “And stop mentioning my name in the same tone that another person might use to talk about prison.”
He laughs and plays with my hair, scratching his nails gently along my skull in a way that never ceases to make my eyes cross.
“I love you,” he says affectionately.
“I love you too.” I pause. “So, we’re definitely going shopping?”
“Henry, you know very well that I can’t refuse you anything.”
I smile. “You’re right.”
“I usually am. You just have to be listening to find that out.”
“I listen to you. You’re the only person I really listen to.” I pause. “Which, if you consider our past,