She smiled at Alex as she walked in, settling into the chair in front of his desk while he walked over to grab a bottle of water out of the hidden fridge near the seating area. Opening her netbook, Cailin worked on pulling up a new file while she waited. The silence didn’t bother her; she and Alex had settled into a routine here at the office, and she found his lack of talking soothed her—especially when her head felt like it would split open any minute.
The new file opened with a faint beep. As Cailin looked down at the screen, a sheaf of papers was shoved between her eyes and the waiting file. “What—”
Alex nuzzled her earlobe. “Surprise.”
Cailin took the papers and shuffled through them before she finally absorbed what she was seeing. “Airline tickets?”
Alex’s nose bumped her neck when he nodded. “Yep. You, me, and American Airlines.”
“But…why?” Was there a meeting she’d missed hearing about?
“Just because.” He moved around in front of her. “We need a little break. And trust me, in about two weeks when the research deadline gets down to the wire, that will be impossible. Better take advantage of it while we can.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“For us to go?”
“For us both to go. Won’t someone…?”
“The tickets are for Friday afternoon, coming back in on Sunday night. I’ll let everyone know I’ve given you the afternoon off since I’m gonna be unavailable. What we do outside this office is nobody’s business but ours.”
Though that wasn’t technically true, she decided not to argue; she wanted this too much. “Okay.”
Alex looked very much like he wanted to violate their no-kissing-at-work rule, but he didn’t. His smile, though, stretched so wide his rarely revealed dimple showed on the left side. “Good. I’ve got reservations at the Hermitage Hotel in Nashville. Downtown. Five-star. We can have the weekend to relax, just the two of us.” He reached up and massaged her temples, a flicker of worry surfacing. “You’ve been working too hard.”
She scoffed. “I’m not the only one.”
“I know,” he said. “Thanks for letting me give you this.”
Leaning slightly closer until his face took over her field of vision, Cailin whispered, “Me, or you?” She tilted her head to the side and gave him a suggestive look, and she saw the moment Alex got her point. Heat surfaced.
“Both,” he assured her. “But I’ll definitely make it worth your while.”
* * * *
She just bet he would. She held on to those words like a lifeline for the next two days. Thursday night she made a special trip to the mall to shop for lingerie. For the first time ever, she anticipated going away with the man she loved. She hadn’t even anticipated her honeymoon—too much anxiety had surrounded her wedding and getting everything just right, jockeying for position against all the other June brides in a town where everyone knew everyone and every event became a competition. By the time the wedding was over, all she’d wanted was to sleep, not have sex, especially not sex that hadn’t really been about her pleasure—or even sharing pleasure—at all.
Friday morning she finished packing, then went in to work. Alex sent her home at noon, but he arrived for their trip to the airport an hour after she did. They were in Nashville by dinnertime.
Once they were safely ensconced in their room at the famous Hermitage Hotel, Alex ordered room service. While they waited, he feasted, literally. In a moment strangely reminiscent of their first night together, he seated Cailin on the edge of their massive king-size bed, mounded pillows behind her, then knelt on the carpeted floor, his face between her splayed thighs. The scent of her arousal hit her nose the minute she spread her legs, the tang an obvious aphrodisiac to Alex. He drew the lips of her sex apart, and without preamble, without even so much as a word passing his lips, he latched on to her clit and sucked her in hard. Cailin’s orgasm rose within seconds, her body shaking and surging, needing him closer, needing just that one tiny touch to drive her over the edge. Her empty channel pulsed. As if sensing the missing piece so essential to her satisfaction, Alex slid two fingers in, turning them to hook into her G-spot. Cailin went off like a rocket.
The next thing she knew, Alex’s mouth was gone, and he was pulling her closer until her bottom hung just over the edge of the bed. “What…?”
Alex shushed her, going right on with arranging her body to his complete satisfaction. Hooking her knees in the crooks of his elbows, he lifted slightly, aligning their bodies. When he bent forward, his thick cockhead met her wet slit. Cailin cried out as he surged deep inside.