“My God!” the man next to him whispered. “Isn’t that your wife, Hoffman?”
“Yes.” Thomas slowly lowered the glass and placed it onto the table next to him.
“She's stunning.”
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” she said with a wide smile. “I would like a word with my husband.”
“Of course! Yes, by all means!” the men uttered hastily.
“What are you wearing?” Thomas asked as she led him away.
“Do you like it?” she asked as she turned to face him.
“It’s transparent.”
“And I'm not wearing anything underneath it.”
His body tightened and he pulled her closer to him. “What are you doing?” he asked her tightly, his face taut with tension.
“Dancing with my husband, of course.” She put her arms around his neck and swayed to the music. His arms automatically came around her waist, his body already rigid with desire.
“You think this makes up for putting our marriage last?” he asked, an imperturbable expression on his face.
“No.” She spread her fingers at his neck, teasing the hairs there. “But I'm hoping that it will at least be a start. I secured the penthouse suite for later... for the entire weekend, kind of like the honeymoon we never had. I intend to spend all weekend wrapped up in my husband’s arms and not surface until it's time for food.”
“What about our son?” The resentment of the past week was slowly disintegrating.
“Your Mother and sister will be taking care of him. I gave the nanny the weekend off. I've also dropped most of the charities that I've been aligned with.”
“Why?”
“You and our son come first,” she told him soberly. “I love you Thomas, and I want you to know that I will never let anything like that come between us again.”
His green eyes studied the flawlessly made up face. “The dress is new?”
“I called Monique and had her fast track it over to the manor. I wanted to knock my husband’s socks off.”
“I think you did that for the men here as well,” he said dryly, with a glimmer of a smile.
“If you have to go make nice with those men, I can entertain myself until you're done,” she told him.
His arms tightened around her waist. “I am not letting you out of my sight. I think I'm all talked out and I would much prefer to be with my wife.”
*****
“Slow down,” he told her thickly as she ripped the buttons off his shell pink shirt. They'd barely made it inside the suite with the obsequious manager almost following them inside to make sure that everything was okay.
“Honey, unless you want to see me and my husband buck naked, I suggest you get lost,” Donna had told him, which had the man hurrying out and closing the doors behind him.
“I think you just gave him a stroke.”
“Maybe, but I don’t really care. Why are you wearing so many clothes?” she asked in frustration as she battled with his zipper.
“I'll remedy that.” He stepped back and made light work of getting rid of his undershirt and his belt. Kicking off his shoes and taking her hand, led her to the bed that dominated the sumptuous room. He started to pull his zipper down but she pushed him back onto the bed. “I want to do that.” Before he could react, she was pulling the zipper down and taking off his pants. His underwear were next and he hissed out a breath when she ran her fingers up and down the rigid length of him.
“Slow down,” he repeated, his hands reaching for her, but she shied away and stepped back to take off her dress. Words failed him at the toned perfection of her naked body and he found himself hardening to impossible proportions, his penis aching.
“I want you now,” he told her hoarsely. “No foreplay, no finesse. I cannot wait.” His words were followed by him reaching out a hand for her to take. She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, sinking down onto his rigid shaft slowly, drawing out the leashed passing that he was barely keeping in check.
“I can’t wait either,” she whispered as she bent over him, her generous breasts in front of his eyes. He cupped them, lifting his head and taking a stiff nipple into his mouth. She was still breastfeeding but he didn't mind tasting the milk his son had each day. Donna dug her fingers into his chest as he suckled at her nipple, his hips moving upwards as he drove into her.
“Oh God, Thomas!” she whispered. He switched to the other nipple, but by this time, she was almost delirious with the heat swirling through her body. She came furiously, the climax slamming through her body with the force of a violent storm, causing her to call out his name helplessly. He released her nipple and fisting his fingers into the strands of hair, he brought her head to meet his lips, his tongue darting into her with a hunger that took her breath away. Tearing his mouth from hers, he clasped her behind her neck, his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to control his breathing.
“I need a minute,” he told her thickly. “Just to slow this madness down.”
She leaned into weakly and nodded. He lifted her head gently, his hands framing her face. “I love you,” he said simply. “Loving you has changed my life and I can never come back from this. I won't allow us to go for two days without speaking, without physical contact, no matter what.”
“I love you too, so much,” she said achingly, her fingers curling into his chest. “And I promise you that it will never happen again.”
“Good.” With a sudden movement, he switched positions, so that she was lying beneath him. “I understand your need to want to help people—”
“But I will never put those needs before that of my family—you, my husband.”
“That’s all I'm asking.” He captured her lips with his and drove into her, increasing the pace until they were both crashing towards the orgasm that twisted them inside out.
Much later, when she fell into an exhausted sleep in his arms after he'd taken her again, a smile curved his lips as he cradled her on his chest. His heart had finally slowed down, the heat at an almost normal level. The woman he adored was right here in his arms and nothing else mattered.
The end... but wait: