Andy chuckled. “No argument here,” he said, his voice low and his breath tickling the side of Scooter’s neck. Andy’s teeth scraped along the shell of Scooter’s ear until Scooter whined, and then began nipping their way downward. “Why do you think I suggested a cruise? Whole days at sea with no reason whatsoever to leave the cabin, only have to get out of bed for room service.”
Scooter managed to get Andy’s shirt completely untucked and his hands over the smooth skin of Andy’s chest, thumbing one nipple erect. Andy was no less busy, stripping off Scooter’s tie and pushing his jacket down around his elbows when the limo pulled up in front of the hotel. Goddamn it. Scooter ran a shaking hand through his hair and climbed out. He grabbed his tie and stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket before slinging the jacket over his shoulder.
“Come on, babe, the faster we get through check in…” Scooter managed a nervous laugh and winked at his husband.