I shot him a grin before I gathered my things and accepted his proffered hand. “It’s your fault I’ve been moody. I don’t do well without my Nate time.”

He squeezed my hand. “Back at you, babe.”

We talked about everything and nothing, and it surprised and elated me at how giddy I felt to be walking down the street hand in hand at lunchtime with him. It was just so outside of our regularly scheduled programming, and I loved that he’d sprung this on me.

When we stopped outside a hotel I stared up at it, confused. “Do they have a nice restaurant here?”

Instead of answering right away, Nate tugged my hand and led me inside the gorgeous entrance way of the boutique hotel. “I don’t know,” he finally said, as we approached reception. “But they do room service.”

My lips parted in more surprise as Nate said to the pretty receptionist, “Early check in for Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer.”

She went through check in with us and then handed us our room key.

Once we were in the elevator I turned to look at my husband. “Lunch time check in. They probably think we checked in under false names. That we’re having an affair.”

He smirked and shot me a look out of the corner of his eye. “Probably.”

“Nate.”

“What? I could give a shit what they think.” The doors binged open and Nate pulled me out of the elevator with more urgency now. “If I don’t get you in our room,” his eyes flicked from door number to door number, “In the next ten seconds I’m going to fuck you in the hallway.”

Arousal flushed my skin. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Here we are.” He stopped and pushed me up against a door, crushing my lips beneath his as he squeezed my waist with one hand. I realized he was opening the door with the other as it clicked open behind me and I stumbled back on my heels, breaking the kiss. My heart was pounding in my chest as I was dragged inside, the door slamming shut behind us.

“Na—” his name was cut off when he kissed me again.

“Do you,” he kissed me, “realize,” more kisses, followed by him pushing my coat off my shoulders, “last night,” he kissed my jaw, my neck, as my coat fell to the floor, “was the first,” my lips were captured in his again, “time in ages,” he plucked at the buttons on my blouse, “we took time,” the zipper on my skirt sounded through the room, “to savor sex.”

“It was?” I said, but the words were mumbled against his hot lips.

Nate pulled back to slowly slide my skirt down my legs. I stepped out of it, watching as his eyes travelled up them leisurely. When he looked at me they were black with heat. “Sex is always great, babe, but last night was like old times.”

I nodded, shivering just at the memories.

“I don’t want it to end,” he whispered hoarsely. “I don’t want you to ever stop needing this because I know never will.”

I bent down so I could cup his gorgeous face in my hands. “I’ve never stopped needing this. Never, Nate.”

“Tell me what you want?”

I bit my lip and brushed my thumb over his mouth. “My dirty Nate,” I whispered affectionately.

He bit at my thumb playfully. “I already knew you wanted me.”

“Oh?” I grinned. “Is my hard on showing?”

He laughed, his eyes gleaming with mirth and so much more. “If I slide my hands between your legs, I’ll find you wet and wanting. I’ll tell you something else,” he coasted his hand up the inside of my leg, “I’ll fuck the cockiness right out of you.”

I sighed in pleasure as his fingers slipped under my panties. “I blame you.” I groaned, he pushed inside of me. “You’ve inflated my ego.”

He pressed a sweet kiss to my stomach and looked up at me. “It’s not ego when it’s all true.”

I giggled and brushed my fingers through his hair. “Is that what you tell yourself, babe?”

He winked at me and it was hot. “You know it.”

“Enough chit chat,” I teased, “If we’re having an illicit affair we better get going.” My laughter turned into squeals as Nate slipped his fingers out of me, stood up and unceremoniously lifted me into his arms and threw me onto the bed.

Grinning at his playfulness I spread-eagled on the bed. “Take me!” I cried out breathily and melodramatically. “Before the clock strikes midnight and I turn into a poor serving girl.”

Nate, who had already yanked off his shirt, paused mid unbuttoning of his trousers. “You can’t dirty up Cinderella.”

I snickered. “Why not?”

“Because our kids watch it.”

I burst out into hysterical giggles at the horror on his face.

“What?” He crossed his arms, frowning at me.

“You!” I tried to catch my breath. “You’re such an adorable daddy.”

His face fell. “Don’t use that word in the bedroom.”

Struggling not to smile I said, “What? Daddy?”

“Stop it.”

“Come on, daddy.”

“I’m warning you I will lose my erection!”

I commenced laughing so hard my stomach was aching.

“That’s it!” he growled and I let out a huff of surprise as Nate wrapped his arm around my ankle and pulled me down the bed toward him. He crawled over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them beside my head.