by T L Swan
I laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“And you are fucking addictive.” He smiles on my cheek as he grips me tight.
We laugh our way into one final lingering kiss before his lips drop softly to my neck.
“Goodbye, my beautiful wife,” he whispers as his eyes search mine.
I feel my heart somersault in my chest. “Goodbye.” I smile softly.
He starts walking backwards up the hallway as he points at me. “I will see you next weekend?”
I smirk as I cross my arms in front of me and watch him go.
“Don’t bother packing clothes because you won’t be needing any,” he calls.
I smirk again and shake my head. God, he’s a bona fide sex maniac.
A porter walks past and he calls out to him. “Excuse me, do you have any wheelchairs available?”
I cover my mouth to hide my giggle. He wouldn’t?
The porter looks down at his legs, wondering what is wrong with him that requires a wheelchair.
“Oh, its not my legs. I have a very sore dick.” He points to his groin. “Hard night.”
The porter frowns as he looks at his crotch.
I burst out laughing, and they both turn to look at me. With an embarrassed wave I walk into my room and close the door. I shake my head in disbelief at the crazy events that have panned out over the last twenty-four hours. I lean against the back of the closed door with a broad smile on my face.
Wow.
What an unexpected night.
What an unexpected man.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26