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Sinners at the Altar (Sinners on Tour #6) Page 91
Author: Olivia Cunning

“Is that thing waterproof?” he asked, tugging her toward the shower.

“I doubt it. And I wouldn’t want to ruin it. I know how much work Aggie puts into these things. Unlace me, please.”

He struggled with the lacings. Apparently her neat bow had become a not-so-neat knot at some point. By the time he freed her, he was really hurrying her along. “I don’t think we have time to fool around,” he said, shedding his clothes as quickly as he could and leaving them in a pile on the floor.

“There’s always time to fool around, Mr. Lionheart. You just need to learn the place of a quickie.”

“Quickie? What’s that?”

“You owe me an orgasm for the one I gave you in the limo. Remember?”

“I would never forget that.”

She stepped into the shower, and he followed. She turned to put her head under the stream of water and gasped in surprise when Sed sank to his knees, grasped her ass in both hands, and pulled her pussy to his face. His tongue darted in and out of her cleft, working her clit with thought-shattering speed and friction. She moaned in approval and clung to his head. She watched the water coursing down her breasts and belly and over the lips caressing her aching mound. She could get used to the look of him at her feet, wet and naked. Pleasing her. God, how he pleased her. Her breath hitched as his mouth pulled her higher, higher until she shattered with a loud cry of release. He licked her gently to bring her down slowly before patting her bare ass and climbing to his feet.

“Now we’re even,” he said and turned on the second shower head, so they didn’t have to fight for water.

He jumped as water sprayed him in the chest. “Damn, that’s cold, but I suppose a cold shower is in order.”

She gazed at his rigid cock with appreciation. She knew that erection right there would probably get her through ten earth-shattering orgasms before he found release again, but apparently they were in a hurry. Tomorrow was another day. And she didn’t really mind that quickie was not in the man’s vocabulary.

They hurried through their showers, and he did allow her to blow dry her hair while he dressed, but claimed they didn’t have time for her to apply any make-up other than lip gloss since they were already running late.

“You don’t need any make-up,” he assured her. “I’ll be crushed if we miss our reservation time.”

And she didn’t want to crush him.

“Ah, so we’re going to dinner,” she said. Hopefully at a restaurant with very private booths so she could play with him beneath the table without prying eyes turned their way.

“Dinner will be included,” he said.

She hurried into the walk-in closet—which was bigger than her bedroom had been in the apartment she’d shared with Beth in law school. She shimmied into her panties and bra.

When she turned, Sed lifted a hanger from the rack and held a sexy black dress out to her. “Wear this for me?”

She knew what it meant when he wanted her to wear a skirt in public. Her nipples grew hard in anticipation of what was to come, even if she wasn’t exactly sure what was coming. Actually, she was sure what would be coming. She’d be coming. She just didn’t know how or when or even where.

“Will you be wearing your leather trench coat?” she asked.

“It’s in the car.”

Chapter Seven

Jessica watched the countryside speed by through the windshield of Sed’s car.

“Where are we going?” she asked for the tenth time. Did restaurants even exist out here in the middle of nowhere?

“You’ll see,” Sed said, downshifting to ease the Mercedes around a hairpin turn. “We’re almost there.”

“I’m tired all of a sudden,” she admitted, making a conscious effort not to yawn. “It’s been a long day.”

He reached across the car and fingered her hair. “So take a little nap. You’ll want to be awake for my surprise.”

She leaned back against the comfortable leather seat, blinking drowsily as they headed farther and farther out into the middle of nowhere. The next thing she knew, Sed was shaking her shoulder.

“We’re here,” he said.

She opened her eyes and sat bolt upright in her seat, her eyes wide with wonder. In a field, a colorful hot air balloon waited, tethered to the ground with ropes.

“Sed?” she said, for lack of anything more profound.

“We’ll have dinner and bubbly floating high above the earth. And where it leads from there…” He shrugged.

“Can we do it in there?” she whispered, her heart thudding with anticipation.

He chuckled. “We can try. That was my plan.”

She grabbed him around the neck and pulled him close so she could kiss him. “I love you,” she said against his lips. “Did I ever tell you I’ve always wanted to make love in a hot air balloon on my wedding night?”

“Uh, no. I don’t think so.”

“That’s probably because I didn’t realize I wanted it until just now. Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself.”

He laughed and kissed her deeply. “You like to have sex in unusual places. It’s not a mystery, only a challenge to figure out the best spots.”

Antsy, she unfastened her seat belt and opened the car door. “Hurry,” she said. “I can’t wait.”

She fled the car, approaching the balloon in the valley using a half-run/half-skipping gait that made her feel utterly buoyant. Sed quickly caught up with her and took her hand in his.

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