leans down and captures my lips once more melting me to the core. “Yes babe, really. Merry Christmas to us.”
I cannot believe Hunter planned this on his own, for me, for us. All I see is loads of sex with this man over the next twenty-four hours. Best. Christmas. Present. Ever.
A while later MacKenzie and I arrive at Harrah’s hotel and casino in Atlantic City. We decided to park the car in the garage instead of valet. Fine by me, I have a thing about letting other people I don’t know drive my cars.
I park the car on the top floor of the parking garage where it is basically empty and walk around to CC’s side to open the door for her. When she stands I cup her face with both of my hands. A gust of cold wind tunnels through us and CC burrows herself into me trying to keep warm. I kiss her pink plump lips. Every time I look at them all I want to do is taste them. They’re always so sweet because of that lip gloss she wears.
“As much as I love kissing you I’m freezing my ass off. Can we finish this inside?” She says as she wipes a tear from her eye.
“Let’s go.”
I grab for her hand and walk us around to the trunk popping it open and reaching for the garment bag that I put on top of our overnight bags so it didn’t wrinkle.
“What’s that?” CC asks.
“Clothes.”
“No shit.” She says sarcastically.
I hand her the bag. “I’ve got plans for us. Just carry this in and I’ll grab the other bags.” I reach into the trunk once more and grab our bags before shutting it and locking it up. As we walk to the entrance, CC wraps her arm around mine since I don’t have a free hand. I look down at her and smile. I love that she always feels the need to hold on to me like I’m going somewhere.
We take the elevator down to the second floor and then take the escalators down to the casino floor. We walk down the path to check in so we can get the key card to our room. I may have went a little crazy and rented us a suite for the weekend which we didn’t really need. We decided we weren’t buying each other anything for Christmas since we can just go and buy whatever we want when we want. Made sense to me but this is as much my Christmas present to myself as it is hers. I wanted the weekend away with my beautiful wife, just the two of us, only worrying about us. I want to be able to have sex with my wife for just a weekend whenever the fuck I want and not have to worry about Ryder walking in on us or hearing Olivia’s cries because of shitty timing. I think we deserve it.
CC is looking around not paying attention thankfully when the lady confirms my reservation for the suite. Of course once the lady realizes the room I’ve booked, her underpaid and overworked demeanor changes. She plasters on a smile, straightens her back and calls me Mr. McCormick instead of Sir like she had been referring to me. So that’s what blowing a lot of money down here is like.
“Is there anything else we can do for you, Mr. McCormick?” The lady asks.
“No thanks. That’s it.” I return her smile. I turn to grab our bags but before I can get my hand on the handles a hand reaches for them first.
“I’ve got them, Mr. McCormick.”
The bellhop takes our two bags and places them on the cart. I reach for the garment bag CC is holding and hang it from the cart as well. I reach down for CC’s hand but the look on her face is priceless.
“What the hell is going on?” She asks with raised eyebrows.
I shrug. “Spending the weekend away with my wife?”
She narrows her eyes at me not believing me for a second. I take her hand and follow behind the bellhop. Every time I glance down at her she’s still glaring at me and my smile grows. I love leaving her in the dark on things like this. It keeps our relationship exciting, she never expects me to do these things and when I can pull something off like this, the look on her face is fucking amazing.
When we step into the elevator I wrap my arms around her and
I cannot believe Hunter planned this on his own, for me, for us. All I see is loads of sex with this man over the next twenty-four hours. Best. Christmas. Present. Ever.
A while later MacKenzie and I arrive at Harrah’s hotel and casino in Atlantic City. We decided to park the car in the garage instead of valet. Fine by me, I have a thing about letting other people I don’t know drive my cars.
I park the car on the top floor of the parking garage where it is basically empty and walk around to CC’s side to open the door for her. When she stands I cup her face with both of my hands. A gust of cold wind tunnels through us and CC burrows herself into me trying to keep warm. I kiss her pink plump lips. Every time I look at them all I want to do is taste them. They’re always so sweet because of that lip gloss she wears.
“As much as I love kissing you I’m freezing my ass off. Can we finish this inside?” She says as she wipes a tear from her eye.
“Let’s go.”
I grab for her hand and walk us around to the trunk popping it open and reaching for the garment bag that I put on top of our overnight bags so it didn’t wrinkle.
“What’s that?” CC asks.
“Clothes.”
“No shit.” She says sarcastically.
I hand her the bag. “I’ve got plans for us. Just carry this in and I’ll grab the other bags.” I reach into the trunk once more and grab our bags before shutting it and locking it up. As we walk to the entrance, CC wraps her arm around mine since I don’t have a free hand. I look down at her and smile. I love that she always feels the need to hold on to me like I’m going somewhere.
We take the elevator down to the second floor and then take the escalators down to the casino floor. We walk down the path to check in so we can get the key card to our room. I may have went a little crazy and rented us a suite for the weekend which we didn’t really need. We decided we weren’t buying each other anything for Christmas since we can just go and buy whatever we want when we want. Made sense to me but this is as much my Christmas present to myself as it is hers. I wanted the weekend away with my beautiful wife, just the two of us, only worrying about us. I want to be able to have sex with my wife for just a weekend whenever the fuck I want and not have to worry about Ryder walking in on us or hearing Olivia’s cries because of shitty timing. I think we deserve it.
CC is looking around not paying attention thankfully when the lady confirms my reservation for the suite. Of course once the lady realizes the room I’ve booked, her underpaid and overworked demeanor changes. She plasters on a smile, straightens her back and calls me Mr. McCormick instead of Sir like she had been referring to me. So that’s what blowing a lot of money down here is like.
“Is there anything else we can do for you, Mr. McCormick?” The lady asks.
“No thanks. That’s it.” I return her smile. I turn to grab our bags but before I can get my hand on the handles a hand reaches for them first.
“I’ve got them, Mr. McCormick.”
The bellhop takes our two bags and places them on the cart. I reach for the garment bag CC is holding and hang it from the cart as well. I reach down for CC’s hand but the look on her face is priceless.
“What the hell is going on?” She asks with raised eyebrows.
I shrug. “Spending the weekend away with my wife?”
She narrows her eyes at me not believing me for a second. I take her hand and follow behind the bellhop. Every time I glance down at her she’s still glaring at me and my smile grows. I love leaving her in the dark on things like this. It keeps our relationship exciting, she never expects me to do these things and when I can pull something off like this, the look on her face is fucking amazing.
When we step into the elevator I wrap my arms around her and
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