left them to their meals. Everything tasted incredible. After they were finished, the waiter brought two long, rectangular trays; tiny samples of all their desserts. Abby’s eyes widened; the little delicacies were pleasing to her eyes, and made her mouth water.
“I hope you don’t mind this sampler, Abby,” Andrew said. “I recall you had a sweet tooth, and took the liberty or requesting this for you.”
“Oh no, not at all. I don’t mind at all. I’ve been craving chocolate and caramel for days.”
The waiter rattled off what was in each miniature tray, glass and bowl. Abby lost track when he pointed out the caramel cheesecake and tiramisu. After he excused himself, she dove in.
She looked up at Andrew when she remembered her manners. He looked mildly entertained. “Sorry, Andrew. I hope you’ll share some of this with me?”
He smiled. “Oh no. That’s all for you.”
“You’re not going to have some?”
“I think I’d like to wait for what’s becoming my favorite dessert.” He winked at her.
Abby blushed. “Come on. Just a bite?”
He stood up, placed his napkin on the table and walked around to her side. “If you insist.” He leaned over and nipped at the side of her neck. “Mmmm. Tasty.”
Abby momentarily forgot about the spread of desserts on the table. She tilted her neck to give him more access, and reached a hand up to his hair. “That feels better than having these yummy morsels.”
She placed her fork and napkin down, and stood up to press herself into his chest. “I think your idea is better. Can we go now?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he answered. He kissed her forehead and took her hand as they left the private room. He nodded at the maître d’, and they left arm in arm.
Chapter Five
ANDREW could barely keep his hands off Abby on the way up to his suite. He kissed her on the elevator, and felt her leg slide up and down his calf as she clung to him. They hurried off the elevator when it arrived on his floor, and by the time they were at his door, they were both panting hard with need.
He fumbled with his room key card—more so because her face was nuzzled into his chest, and rather distracting. He managed to open it, but not quickly enough. A well-dressed older couple walked past them as he unlocked the door, and shook their heads in seeming condemnation. He nodded politely, and Abby let out a short nervous giggle as they passed by.
“You don’t know them, do you?” she asked.
“No. But they may know my father. Doesn’t matter. Now get in here.”
When they were inside, she pulled him away from the door and stepped back into the adjacent wall. Her body met the wall so quickly, he heard the back of her head hit the wall and bounce forward.
“Are you alright?” he asked, reaching behind her to cradle her head.
“I’m great. I want you so bad.”
He would have checked it out to make sure—it hit pretty hard—but her lips were already on his. The moment for stopping this wild ride was long past. Her slender arms wrapped and tightened around him, nearly driving the air from his lungs.
“I can’t wait, Andrew. I need you.”
Her voice was like kindling to a small flame. He groaned, and ground his already erect cock into her yielding stomach. Abby writhed at the feel of his hard-on and stopped for a moment, looking around like she had no idea how they had gotten to his suite. They were in his living room, but she looked like she had no idea how they made it there.
“Everything alright?”
“Perfect,” she answered, furiously undoing his belt and then unzipping his fly. She looked up, smiling seductively at him. “I’m ready for the real dessert.”
“Mmmmm,” he moaned, reaching for the back of her dress. He undid her zipper from below the nape of her neck, all the way down to her pelvic bone. “I’ve got a bed in one of the next rooms over there.” He turned his head slightly and motioned with his chin.
Her eyes pierced his as she