beautiful piece of sole. Ben had chowder and oysters and bread he used to sop up the butter sauce.
"Sounds like someone's having fun." I took a sip of mineral water. "Maybe we can take a walk later and see what's up."
"It's getting late. We should head back."
I took a deep breath. I'd thought about this for the last hour and wanted to wait for the right moment to say it, but I guess that moment was now.
"Let's stay the night."
He froze. His dark eyes bore into mine. There was no anger in them, but there was wariness.
"We can do it. Take two rooms." I knew I had to convince him fast. "Who's going to know or care what room we're in or who sleeps where as long as the bill's paid."
"I don't know." Ben looked around the patio as though he thought someone might be eavesdropping. When he saw no one was even on the patio he turned back to me. "I'm not sure I have enough money for a room. I wasn't planning on even leaving town--"
"That's okay. I've got more than enough. Let me do this. Don't you think it would be really nice to be away from everything we know? In a place no one knows us?"
I could see the idea appealed to him. He rubbed his chin and looked out toward the dark water.
"I can't be late getting back tomorrow," he said, and I knew I had won.
"That's okay. I'll make sure we get back to L.A. before noon." The waiter came out and I signaled him over. "The bill, please and do you know the name of a nice hotel nearby. My business partner and I have decided it's too late to drive to San Francisco tonight."
"Of course, sir. Right away." The guy practically bowed. I guess he took us for a couple of swells. "If I might suggest, sir, the Upham is a wonderful hotel that I'm sure would meet all your business needs."
After he gave me directions to the hotel, which was only about ten minutes away, I paid and we made our way back to my flivver. Old Greta fired up on the first crank. She must be feeling frisky tonight. I know I was.
"San Francisco?" he asked.
"No reason to let them connect us to L.A., is there? We leave in the morning and as far as he's concerned we're on the road north."
He raised one eyebrow. "You'd think you did this sort of thing often."
"Not really."
I could tell he didn't believe me, but he let it slide. I forced myself to be patient while we checked in to two adjoining rooms--explaining that we might have business to discuss--and were taken to the third floor, which the desk manager assured us was almost deserted and we would not be disturbed. I left a wakeup call for seven and Ben and I entered our rooms with a firm goodbye and a tip to the porter.
Waiting for the half hour Ben had insisted on was nerve wracking. I wished I had thought to bring a flask with me. A drink would have gone down just fine right now. There was a knock at the door not ten minutes after I had let myself in.
I jumped off the chaise longue where I had sat to strip off my shoes and socks and lunged for the door. Had someone figured out what we were doing and come with trouble? I was sure the desk clerk hadn't looked at either of us oddly, but if he didn't buy our story of being business partners...
I threw the door open and gave a startled oof when Ben pushed past me into the room. He seemed to enjoy plunging into rooms and catching me off guard. And just like the last time, he kicked the door shut. His jacket was gone and so were his suspenders and tie. His shirt was open halfway to reveal the light mat of hair on his chest. He was sweating.
"Fuck waiting thirty minutes. I want you now."
He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest. His swollen cock pressed against my belly and I would have moaned if he hadn't swallowed it with his mouth.
"You can talk all you want later," he growled against my throat. "All I want right now is to fuck you."
I managed to squeak, "Yes," before he propelled me toward the bed. After that I shut up. We spent a precious few minutes pulling the rest of our clothes off. This was
"Sounds like someone's having fun." I took a sip of mineral water. "Maybe we can take a walk later and see what's up."
"It's getting late. We should head back."
I took a deep breath. I'd thought about this for the last hour and wanted to wait for the right moment to say it, but I guess that moment was now.
"Let's stay the night."
He froze. His dark eyes bore into mine. There was no anger in them, but there was wariness.
"We can do it. Take two rooms." I knew I had to convince him fast. "Who's going to know or care what room we're in or who sleeps where as long as the bill's paid."
"I don't know." Ben looked around the patio as though he thought someone might be eavesdropping. When he saw no one was even on the patio he turned back to me. "I'm not sure I have enough money for a room. I wasn't planning on even leaving town--"
"That's okay. I've got more than enough. Let me do this. Don't you think it would be really nice to be away from everything we know? In a place no one knows us?"
I could see the idea appealed to him. He rubbed his chin and looked out toward the dark water.
"I can't be late getting back tomorrow," he said, and I knew I had won.
"That's okay. I'll make sure we get back to L.A. before noon." The waiter came out and I signaled him over. "The bill, please and do you know the name of a nice hotel nearby. My business partner and I have decided it's too late to drive to San Francisco tonight."
"Of course, sir. Right away." The guy practically bowed. I guess he took us for a couple of swells. "If I might suggest, sir, the Upham is a wonderful hotel that I'm sure would meet all your business needs."
After he gave me directions to the hotel, which was only about ten minutes away, I paid and we made our way back to my flivver. Old Greta fired up on the first crank. She must be feeling frisky tonight. I know I was.
"San Francisco?" he asked.
"No reason to let them connect us to L.A., is there? We leave in the morning and as far as he's concerned we're on the road north."
He raised one eyebrow. "You'd think you did this sort of thing often."
"Not really."
I could tell he didn't believe me, but he let it slide. I forced myself to be patient while we checked in to two adjoining rooms--explaining that we might have business to discuss--and were taken to the third floor, which the desk manager assured us was almost deserted and we would not be disturbed. I left a wakeup call for seven and Ben and I entered our rooms with a firm goodbye and a tip to the porter.
Waiting for the half hour Ben had insisted on was nerve wracking. I wished I had thought to bring a flask with me. A drink would have gone down just fine right now. There was a knock at the door not ten minutes after I had let myself in.
I jumped off the chaise longue where I had sat to strip off my shoes and socks and lunged for the door. Had someone figured out what we were doing and come with trouble? I was sure the desk clerk hadn't looked at either of us oddly, but if he didn't buy our story of being business partners...
I threw the door open and gave a startled oof when Ben pushed past me into the room. He seemed to enjoy plunging into rooms and catching me off guard. And just like the last time, he kicked the door shut. His jacket was gone and so were his suspenders and tie. His shirt was open halfway to reveal the light mat of hair on his chest. He was sweating.
"Fuck waiting thirty minutes. I want you now."
He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest. His swollen cock pressed against my belly and I would have moaned if he hadn't swallowed it with his mouth.
"You can talk all you want later," he growled against my throat. "All I want right now is to fuck you."
I managed to squeak, "Yes," before he propelled me toward the bed. After that I shut up. We spent a precious few minutes pulling the rest of our clothes off. This was
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