Chapter 4
Paul stood for a moment studying the room’s amenities, then sauntered up to me and curled an arm around my neck. “Very nice, babe. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” I ran a palm over the firm curve of his butt. It would be enjoyable to spend the first hours of the New Year with him on such a luxurious bed, especially since Paul refused to accept money for his time; he deserved it.
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We’d had an amazing breakfast—Paul had done the ordering, which was why we’d wound up having the Continental breakfast with viennoiserie, and herb and cheese omelets—then finished a third round of sex, and Paul cuddled up against my side.
“What time is it?” he asked drowsily. “Do we have time for more before we have to check out?” He licked a nipple, and I hummed with pleasure—the boy did have a talented mouth.
“Hold that thought, sunshine.” I leaned up on an elbow to peer at the clock on the night table near my side of the bed.