“Come here.”
Katie moves up and I pull her farther into my arms. Leaning forward, I kiss her for all that it’s worth. I wedge my leg between her thighs. I can’t help but groan as her fingers reach under my shirt, running softly along my stomach.
I roll us, pinning Katie beneath me. “Tell me to stop.”
“I’ll kill you if you do,” she murmurs as she kisses my jaw, working her way down my neck.
My hand flexes on her hip. “Fucking temptation. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop us now. Not even if my foot falls off.”
Right as I lean down to kiss her again, I hear it, freezing.
Thump. Thump. Thump. “Room service.”
“You got to be fucking kidding me,” I groan, dropping my head down to her shoulder.
Katie laughs as she pushes at my chest. Wordlessly, I slide off of her and back onto the bed. I watch her get off the bed and readjust her top.
“You stay here and calm down. We don’t need anyone else seeing all of that,” she says, waving her hand toward my crotch.
“You mean we don’t want to make them jealous.”
Katie looks over her shoulder and rolls her eyes as she walks toward the door.
I hear the lock disengaging before she opens the door.
“Good evening, ma’am.”
“Hi, if you could just put everything over there on the table, that would be great.”
The waiter rolls the cart into the room and pauses for a second when he sees me. “Hello, sir.”
I nod.
I watch as he unloads everything on the table.
“Do you need anything else?” he asks once he’s done, looking between the two of us.
“That will be all,” I tell him.
Katie walks him to the door, and I see her slip a tip into his hand before she shuts it, locking it behind him.
“Cock blocked by food,” I say as I swing my legs over the bed.
“No, stay.” She holds up her hands.
“Katie,” I say, getting her attention. “I’m not eating in bed. We can sit at the table and eat.”
“I guess, if you’re sure,” she says as she anxiously messes with her hands.
I stand, holding back a slight wince, and hold out a hand for her. Katie slowly approaches and slips her hand into mine and we walk toward the couch together.
“Thank you,” she says as I pull out her chair.
“You are welcome,” I tell her as I walk to the other side and sit down. “Looks like you got a little bit of everything.”
I look at the loaded down desk as she sets my cheeseburger toward me. She got salads, a meat and cheese tray, french fries, guacamole and queso with tortilla chips. Katie grabs a plate of tacos close to herself.
“Those look good.”
