“Sex with a beautiful woman’s not work,” he said.
“You haven’t had sex with me yet.”
“I’m aware of that. But believe me, if it takes me an hour to get you to come, it won’t be work. If it takes me two hours it won’t be work.”
“Who has sex for an hour?”
“Well, now I’m going to take that as a challenge.”
He could definitely fill an hour exploring her body.
He started to drive a little bit faster.
“It’s supposed to be a really nice place,” she said. “There’s a spa and an indoor pool, but all the windows are glass so we could look out at the view. I got us the honeymoon suite.”
“Is there early check-in?”
“I don’t know if the room will be ready.”
“I’m going to need it to be ready.”
“It’s the middle of the day.”
“I’m not opposed to sex in the middle of the day.”
“I’m not... overly familiar with that as a concept,” she said.
“You gotta understand something, Rue. You’re playing with me now. And I do things a little different.”
Chapter Nineteen
She was completely strung out by the time they got to the lodge. Justice had been so frank and exacting in his conversation. Asking her if she had any boundaries that he couldn’t cross, talking about the sex they were going to have in such a casual manner. Well. Maybe it wasn’t casual. But he was right; she had been more comfortable playing with him over text. When they were sitting next to each other in a truck it felt risky. Far too risky.
But what was the risk? They were going to have sex. That was the whole thing. It was what they were there to do.
It was a natural evolution of their relationship, honestly. She had taught him how to read. He was going to teach her how to come.
Seemed like a pretty fair trade.
It took her a minute to realize that they had been sitting in the check-in spot in the hotel, under the broad overhang that was just in front of the grand lobby. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, and the view of the mountains and green pines dusted with snow was glorious.
And she’d been sitting there spacing out thinking about sex.
“I guess I have to check in. Since everything is under my name.”
“I’ll get the bags,” he said.
A man in a suit came up and asked for Justice’s keys.
“Valet,” he said. “That’s fancy.”
She was sort of surprised when he surrendered the keys. It was out of character, but she supposed it spoke to the honesty behind the comments he made about urgency. Her hands were sweaty. She went into the lobby and walked up to the wide, highly polished oak front desk. “Hi. I have a reservation under Matthews. Ruby Matthews.”
“I see that. Yes. Checking in for a seven-night stay.”
“Yes. That’s it. Seven nights. Seven of them.
“Honeymoon suite. And the other guest on the reservation is...”
