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“I guess.” She laughs, regarding the kid in a gregarious manner. “But he’s so cute. His chubby cheeks!”
The man manages to catch the boy, which sends the little one into a screaming fit. Undeterred, the man carries the boy with his blue ball back to where the rest of the family is waiting. His equally tired-looking wife cradles an infant in one hand, while trying to pull a suitcase with the other.
“He is cute, but I love my sleep too much.”
Lizzie shrugs, watching the small family just as I am. “Hmm, I don’t know about that. Maybe it’s worth it, you know? Having a little person that’s the perfect mix of two people who love each other dearly.”
The husband and wife share a brief look, leaning into each other for support as they head toward the elevators.
“So I’ve heard.”
In that moment, I’m grateful that it hasn’t come up yet that I’m an OBGYN. Not that I’m hiding it, but there have been too many times in the past where I voiced my desire to remain kid-free, only to have a smartass ask me why I decided to get into the line of work I have. I’m not in the mood to explain that the two aren’t mutually exclusive.
I deliver babies for a living, and I like it. I enjoy my line of work. Watching families being created or expanded is something I can’t put into words. That being said, I can’t see myself having any children of my own or going through that experience myself. I never have, to be honest. Helping others achieve that desire is perfect for me. I’m not missing anything.
“One room for one night,” I tell the agent once we step up to the desk. “Presidential Suite.”
Next to me, I feel Lizzie stiffen, and when I give her an inquisitive look, she leans in and whispers, “That’s so expensive. A standard room is fine.”
“No, it’s not.” I hand the front desk clerk my credit card. “If we’re going to spend the night in a hotel, I want us to enjoy as many comforts as we can get.”
She studies me for a moment with an expression I can’t quite read. It’s gone a second later. She tightens her hold on me and rests her cheek against my shoulder.
“You sure you’re not just trying to impress me?” she asks with a playful smirk.
“It’s entirely possible.” I watch her cheeks flush pink with delight. We’re handed our keys, and I lead her to the elevator.
The second the elevator door closes, her mouth is on mine, her hands exploring.
All right.
Instantly, I’m intoxicated by her. Lips locked, we stumble into our suite.
Lizzie gasps the moment I break free to close the door behind us.
“This suite is huge,” she exclaims.
Not giving a damn about the room, I grab her hips, and pull her back to my chest, reveling in the way her body lines perfectly against mine. Lizzie lets out a quiet little moan against my mouth the moment my lips are back on hers, the sound of it shooting straight to my dick. She slides a hand into my hair, fingers curling around the strands and searching for something to ground herself.
The way her tongue meets mine is thrilling, and we battle to see who will gain the upper hand. Eventually, I win (naturally), deepening the kiss and tasting her fully.
In our excitement, we bump into the end table by the huge windows.
“Oh! Champagne!” Her eyes twinkle with anticipation.
I chuckle, steadying the table with a casual move. “Looks like we found a pleasant surprise. Care to indulge?”
“Always.”
When we break apart, my body protests the loss of warmth, but I have all night to rip her dress off, and discover every part of that beautiful body.
The bottle opens with a satisfying “pop.”
“I can’t believe you reserved it for one night.” She takes a look around. It’s a lavishly decorated living room, an assortment of gourmet chocolates and complimentary fruit basket with strawberries already waiting for us on the coffee table. The view over an expansive cityscape stretches before us, a breathtaking panorama of shimmering lights. “I’ve never been up so high before. It’s like a sea of stars!”
I enjoy taking in the stunning view with her by my side. “It never gets old,” I mutter, the city lights laid out below us.
When I sip the champagne, I barely taste it, watching in amusement as Lizzie downs half the glass in one gulp. She’s nervous. It’s my job to change that, not the champagne’s.
