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“What…” That’s all I get out.
Hunter takes me into the bathroom first. I take in the gold-plated fixtures and marble floors. They really are breathtaking. He sets me on the closed toilet lid and hands me a toothbrush. I look over to find a toiletry kit on the counter with all the products I use. Did I pack for this staycation and not remember? I can’t even process what it all means. I brush, then rinse my mouth, and let Hunter lead me to the bed where he strips off my dress and bra and replaces them with one of his t-shirts. The covers are already turned down, like they’ve been waiting patiently for me all night. I slide in and sigh when my head hits the pillow.
Hunter joins me a moment later. The large expanse of bare skin of his torso provides warmth to the contrast of the cool sheets. It’s perfect.
I feel like I should say something.Wow, this is incredibly thoughtful. Thank you for doing this. Anything to acknowledge how fucking awesome this moment is right now, but nothing in my body is working right now. All I can do is reach for Hunter’s arm and wrap it around me tight before sleep pulls me under.
* * *
I sleep like the dead. Inelegantly, with my mouth hanging open and drool escaping out the side. At least that’s how I wake up. When I remember where I am, I roll over to find an empty bed. Hunter must have decided I’m an ugly sleeper and abandoned ship. But then he walks through the door in his running clothes, sweat clinging to his forehead and glistening along the dips of his muscular arms. He yanks off his shirt, revealing his sweat-slick abs. After a night in this magical hotel bed, my libido must be fully charged because my clit starts to throb with the view of his chiseled torso.
“You went running?” Without me is implied by the hint of whininess in my tone.
He drops down onto the edge of the bed. “I couldn’t wake you up. I tried, but you were sleeping hard.”
I rub the sleep out of my eyes, then drop back onto the bed and stretch my arms overhead. “I feel like a new woman. Thank you for surprising me last night.” My tired muscles and feet feel more rested.
He smiles. “I wanted to see you. And logistically, this made the most sense.”
“Logistically, it made the most sense to book a room at The Plaza Hotel so you could pick me up from the wedding I was working last night?”
He shrugs. “Yeah.”
Hunter crawls over me. “You’re all sweaty.” I run my palms down his abs, trying to scrunch up my nose in disgust, but I love it. It’s troubling how good he smells after a workout.
His hands reach up to wrap around my wrists, keeping them pinned above my head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you still get your workout in today.”
Hunter’s nose glides along the column of my neck. The tender move is my favorite. He did it the first night we were together in Vegas, and it serves to both turn me on and make me feel safe and cared for.
“Do we have the all clear?” he asks, slipping a hand down my body to palm my ass.
“What? Oh, yes, Aunt Flo has exited the building.”
My period was light and shorter than usual, but I chalked it up to stress and exhaustion.
I can already feel his erection pressing between my legs and I’m dying for it. He grinds his hips into me, giving me that delicious pressure. I’m so turned on, I could come just like this, rubbing my clit on his cock with our clothes between us. His mouth finds mine and I let him devour me, morning breath and all.
But then there’s a knock on the door.
Hunter pulls back and I groan in frustration.
“That’s the food,” he says, rolling off me.
I really want him to stay so we can finish what we started, but the moment he mentions food, my stomach growls loudly.
His lips twitch. “Hungry?”
“Starving.” I follow him off the bed and reach into the bag he packed for me to grab a sweatshirt.
He pulls his shirt back on to answer the door. A moment later, a waiter rolls in a cart and starts setting up the food at the table in the corner of the room. The fact that Hunter not only booked a room for last night to surprise me, but that he ordered room service already is going to earn him one hell of a blow job later.
When the waiter leaves, we take our seats and I lift the metal warming cover off my plate. My jaw drops at what I see there. It’s a happy face pancake, complete with bacon mouth, strawberry nose, blueberry eyes and whipped cream hair. I look over at Hunter’s plate. He has the same thing with the addition of a spinach and mushroom omelet.
“I know I didn’t make them, but I thought it would be fun to have on a Sunday morning, like your tradition with Griffin. Did I get them right? They were a special order, so I hope they turned out okay.”
Hunter surprised me with a night at The Plaza Hotel and special ordered me happy face pancakes? I stare down at the chocolate chip pancake on my plate. What is happening right now? He’s quickly becoming my favorite person, that’s what.
