And he did.
Ten
I answered the question about too much sex killing you. It doesn’t. By the time Lucah had had me every way he wanted me, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He laid me in bed and covered my quivering and spent body with the cool hotel sheets and climbed in next to me.
“Never forget,” he said, kissing my nose. And then we both passed out.
The next thing I remembered was a beeping interrupting the best sleep I’d ever had in my entire life.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” a sweet voice said in my ear. I cracked my eyes open to see my favorite person in the world standing next to a cart covered with a white tablecloth and the most glorious breakfast I’d ever seen.
My life was officially perfect. I stretched my arms over my head. My muscles had had quite a workout. If we had many more of these nights, I’d never need to go to the gym again. I was more than okay with that. Sex won over running on a treadmill. Always.
“Good morning, Mr. Blythe,” I mumbled. He was only wearing his boxers, and part of me wondered if he was going to have his way with me again.
“Did I make myself clear last night?”
“Crystal clear. Whatever the clearest thing there is, you went one level clearer.” He laughed and pulled the cart to my side of the bed.
“Well, I should probably feed you since we didn’t eat anything last night.” We hadn’t. He’d been too busy fucking my brains out.
As soon as he said it, my stomach roared like a wild beast, trying to escape from my body and kill everything it could find.
Lucah heard it and laughed as he handed me a plate with crepes, fruit and bacon on it.
“Oh, by the way, if you didn’t know that I love you, I definitely do right now. Room service really does it for me.” He picked up a strawberry and mashed it in my face.
“Hey!” He kissed me and licked the smashed strawberry from my jaw.
“I love you, too. In case that wasn’t clear.”
“No, I got it.” Lucah climbed into bed and we shared the breakfast, feeding each other. I checked the clock. Lucah had gotten us up early enough that we had more than enough time to get ready. Only there was one small problem I hadn’t thought of yesterday.
“What the hell am I supposed to wear today?” I said as we both sipped our cups of coffee.
“Oh, I took care of that as well. Sloane sent over clothes to the front desk. I had them delivered with the food. I have no idea what she picked out, but I’m sure it’s fine.” I was probably never going to look as fabulous at work again. I didn’t even need to see the outfit to know that.
“Clothes for you, too?”
“Yeah,” he said, filling his cup again from the silver pot. “I’m almost scared. She could have been really nice, or she could have left me a pair of boxers and nothing else.”
“Should we go see?” He nodded and we both got up. He tossed me one of the hotel robes and I put it on. It was like wrapping myself in a warm cloud. Staying in the penthouse was definitely worth it.
There was a bag sitting by the door and Lucah went to get it. He pulled out my clothes first, a red top, black pinstriped jumper that wasn’t mine, nude heels and a black lace bra and panties. For Lucah there was a light gray suit with a white shirt and a dark red tie.
“Red,” I said, pointing to his tie.
“I’m glad she didn’t send me just a set of boxers and a tie.” I was sure she thought about it. I went to get my phone and found a bunch of messages from her. I responded back thanking her for the clothes and agreeing that she was due for some major payback, including dinner, etc.
Lucah and I used the large shower, my shampoo and conditioner, which Sloane had also sent over, along with my razor, brush and a bunch of my makeup. Because she was a fabulous friend.
Lucah wrapped me in the robe again when we got out.
“Do you know how much I wish we could both call in sick without raising suspicion?” I said as I towel-dried my hair.
“If I figure a way to make that happen, you’ll be the first to know.”
We dressed each other and Lucah blew my hair out and put it up for me while I did my makeup. We were getting so good at getting me ready, I despaired of the day when he wouldn’t be around to help. I wouldn’t know what to do. Notwithstanding the twenty-three years that I’d functioned without him.