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“Oh, I know,” I beam even wider. “And just so you know, we’re going to be doing it again in about twenty minutes.”
“Twenty?” Reeve doesn’t open his eyes, but I can still see his teasing grin as he squeezes my ass. “Make it ten.”
I laugh, delighted. “I didn’t want to presume …”
I drop a kiss on his forehead, loving how utterly exhausted he looks, like he couldn’t even walk if he tried.
I did that, I think giddily. I did him. And damn, I feelincredible. Whispering orgasms were sweet enough, but when this man makes me scream …
He deserves a toast. We both do.
I pause, struck by a sudden thought. “You know how this isn’t actually our room …” I start slowly. Reeve opens one eye.
“What are you planning now?”
“Nothing. I’m just wondering … does that mean he’s paying for the minibar, too?”
Reeve bursts out laughing. “Fuck it. Let’s find out.”
18
IVY
We dosome serious damage to the mini-bar – and order a lavish room service breakfast the next morning, too. By the time we pack up and hit the road back to Milford Falls, I’m feeling thoroughly satisfied. Despite Jake’s bullshit (and my mini-meltdown), the reunion turned out great: I still got to catch up with old friends, network a little, and, oh yeah, have slow, soapy shower sex and three –three!– more orgasms, thanks to Reeve’s stamina and surprising skills with the detachable shower head.
I’d call that a success by any measure.
“I should probably check in at the museum,” I say, yawning as we cruise into town, crossing over the bridge and heading up Main Street, which is surprisingly busy for a Sunday, with a group of tourist hikers struggling under their packs, and locals running errands at our three-booth excuse for a farmers’ market. It’s a cool, overcast day and I’m still feeling my morning-afterglow, pleasure humming in my limbs as I snuggle in my oversized sweater. “For all I know, Dot’s been hosting seniors-only orgies on the heritage quilts.”
“What?” Reeve snorts with laughter.
“Long story, I’ll tell you later … unless you already have plans.”
“I do, actually,” Reeve gives me a meaningful look.
“Right, the clue!” I exclaim. Now that we’re back in town, I remember all about our treasure hunt. “At least Jake had to pause searching this weekend, too. But we should get back to figuring out that new message right away.”
“Those weren’t exactly the plans I was talking about,” Reeve says, and when I look over again, his gaze is downright smoldering.
I flush. “Oh. OK. That too,” I agree, beaming. “I can multitask.”
Reeve smiles. “Not if I’m doing my job right.” He casually reaches over to take my hand, bringing it to his lips to drop a kiss on my knuckles. “But you’re right, we don’t want to let Jake have any more of an advantage. Treasure first, sex second.”
“And third,” I offer with a grin.
“I knew I loved your sense of ambition,” he cracks, pulling over and parking front of the museum.
We head inside, and I check for signs of any special brownie-fueled shenanigans, but everything looks fine; and by that, I mean that mail is piled on the desk for me to deal with, and there’s a bunch of mysterious packages abandoned by the door. Dot is over with a ground of pensioners, who are having their usual monthly Coffee and Cross-stitch session, circled up by the textile section.
“It doesn’t look like a wild sex party, but maybe we came early, and the cardigans are about to come off,” Reeve murmurs playfully to me, and I giggle.
“Shh!”
I hustle him back to my office, where I left all our work on Earl and the treasure. “We should take another look at the other papers from the box, too,” I suggest, pushing the door open. “Maybe there’s something we can connect to this mysterious curtain, and—”
I stop.
Something isn’t right. My files look out of place, and I could swear I left the chair on the other side of the room …
