Hamilton passes our keys to the valet and quickly ushers me into the hotel. I do my best to keep up with his quick steps. He presses the button, summoning the elevator. Once. Twice. Then, even, a third time.
“What time does the Athens gang plan to arrive?” Hamilton asks impatiently while we wait.
It’s clear that I am not the only one anxious to spend as much time as we can together.
“Four o’clock,” I answer as a ping alerts us to the arrival of the elevator.
We’ve got under two hours before we must be dressed and back downstairs. With the shutting of the doors, Hamilton pounces; my breath catches as I’m pressed to the wall. Hamilton’s body pins mine, his hot breath caressing my cheek as his lips approach. He holds nothing back. I struggle to breathe while his lips and powerful tongue pummel mine.
“Ham,” I moan, trying to get his attention. I press my hands firmly against his chest.
Only inches apart, we stand, gasping. I slide along the wall, placing space between us. He turns, a worried look upon his face. I hate that his mind instantly fears the worst in every situation. He’s constantly worried about the baby.
“We should wait until we are safe in our room,” I explain.
Unable to control all of his urges, Hamilton pulls me tight against him, kissing me once more. At our floor, I quickly start for our room. I hear Hamilton’s heavy steps quickly approaching, so I squeal and run for our door.
I fumble with the key card which allows Hamilton to catch me. His large hands grip my hips tightly. He spins me to face him, my back plastered to the hotel room door. My heartbeat and breath quicken. I press my palms into his muscular chest, playfully attempting to push him away.
Hamilton refuses to move. He presses closer still, devouring my mouth in his. My head swims as the majority of my blood flows toward my center. My body heats, my chest heaves, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle, and a throbbing ache emanates between my thighs. I want him to take me here in the hallway, against this door. His molten eyes lock on mine; he deftly slides the key card through the lock. A beep sounds. Giggling like a teenager, I flee into the room with him on my heels.
Hamilton stalks towards me near the foot of the bed. I feel like a gazelle as a lion approaches on the Serengeti. His brown eyes smolder, fixed on mine. My lips part, and my blood feels electric, pulsing through my veins. In a trance, I sit on the edge of the bed. My hands grasp the bedspread; anticipation electrifies my every cell.
He pulls me by the upper arms to stand in front of him. His mouth covers mine, probes it, while his hands frantically seek to rid me of all my clothing. Mine follow suit, bumbling with his belt and waistband. It feels like years rather than days since I last felt him within me.
Hamilton
Madison lies pressed to my chest; my arms wrapped around her body. Her shallow, even breaths are the only sounds within the dark room. I only meant to hold her for a moment; I know we must prepare for tonight’s event. As quickly as she fell asleep, I know she needs to rest. So, I push down the urge to ravage her one more time before our friends arrive.
Eyeing the time on my phone, I see that I’ve let her sleep as long as possible. I comb my fingers gently through her light brown hair, causing her to stir. Madison’s eyes flutter while her face registers confusion.
“You dozed off,” I inform her. “I was going to wake you up in a few minutes.”
She sits herself up against the headboard and attempts to curtail her sexed hair.
“I should get ready,” Madison states sleepily.
Still naked, I slip from beneath the sheet and head towards the bathroom. “I’ll turn on the shower for you.”
The warm spray started, I shut the shower door to allow the stall to fill with steam, but Madison’s hand stops me. She slips past me, naked, pulling her disheveled hair into a bun atop her head. Joining her, I stand just outside the spray. Beads of water glisten upon her shoulders and back. My hands rise to secure her hips; they pause in mid-air. We need to be downstairs soon; I shouldn’t let my selfish needs interfere with her supporting Savannah this evening.
I squeeze a dollop of body wash into my palms then proceed to slather her shoulders. My hands cover her back, trailing further and further down. I debate internally whether to continue soaping her bottom. I hesitate but only a moment before my body acts. I stare as my large hands slather her soft skin. They splay, and my fingertips press into her cheeks.
Madison’s head falls back against my shoulder. Wasting no time, my hands seek her hips, pulling her tight to me. I watch the spray sprinkle upon her chest, her nipples puckering at the sensation. My cock swells, tucked pleasantly in the crevice of her ass. She grinds her bottom against my pelvis, the slickness of the soap easing the movement. My hands climb up her sides. My fingertips glide over the wet skin covering her ribs. In the pitter-patter of the water, I hear her mew. It’s my undoing. A primal need consumes me, and I lose all control.
First, I spin then plant her against the glass shower wall. My palms flat on either side of her, I stand, arms fully extended, admiring the gorgeous woman before me. My erection mimics my arms, reaching towards its target. As my eyes sweep over her thighs and swollen mound, my cock twitches. It strains to reach her. It seeks her warm heat surrounding it.
Lost in my desire, I flinch when first one, then a second hand grasp my shaft. My lips part and eyelids grow heavy as I watch her eyes focused on her task. Her tongue darts out, swiping her lower lip. I’m the luckiest man alive to be loved by this magnificent creature.
Madison
I can’t be late; Savannah needs me to act as a buffer between her and Lincoln’s mother and sister. I need to protect her from their reaction to our secret, morning shopping. I quickly slip on my dress and heels. In a hurry, I apply minimal makeup.
“Should I go down and greet our friends?” Hamilton asks, leaning against the door frame between the bed and bathroom. “I can let them know you’ll join us soon.”
“I didn’t want to get my hair wet,” I spit in his direction before returning to my task. “That’s why I pulled it up before I got into the shower.” My eyes glare at him in the mirror.
The jerk has the nerve to smirk.
“Smirking sexy will not get you out of this one,” I admonish. “There’s no way to dry and style it in the next 10 minutes. I’ll have to pull it into a ponytail.” I scowl.
I hear the sound of the hotel room door closing behind him. What. The. Hell? I’m the one upset, and he storms out without a word? My ire increases and bile rises in my throat. I pull my brush through my tangles much harder than necessary. Tears form in the corners of my eyes. I will not cry. I will not cry. I have no time to touch up my makeup if I do.
A faint beep alerts me to Hamilton’s return. I quickly blot a tissue to each tear then return to brushing.
“We’ve got our work cut out for us,” Adrian professes.
My breath catches. “What…”
“Hamilton claims he let you nap longer than he should, and you need help fixing your hair.” She smirks at my reflection. “Judging by your severe bed head, the clothes strewn haphazardly, the twisted sheets, and the bomb that exploded in here,” her arms sweep toward the water and towels on the tile floor, “I assume sleep is not the culprit.”
Wide-eyed, I gape at her as heat floods my face.
“Blushing. It must have been really good,” Adrian teases, taking my brush. “Let’s create maiden braids.”
She doesn’t wait for my approval. She begins braiding and twisting. I relax on the bench as my friend whips my hair into shape.
“Thank you.” I place my hand on top of hers.
“You can pay me back by giving me every steamy detail later tonight,” Adrian states.
She’s not kidding. My friend will badger me all evening for every sexy morsel.
Hamilton
Madison’s not mad at me. She’s worried she might be late, letting Savannah down. I’m sure by now Adrian has helped her with her hair, and they’ll be joining us soon.
My phone vibrates in my slacks pocket. The screen announces Berkeley’s call.
“Hello,” I murmur, turning away from my friends and taking a few steps away for privacy.
While my friends from Athens converse loudly, I attempt to listen to Berkeley’s words. Latham approaches, concern on his face. I hold my hand out, halting him.
“Berkeley, I need to go now. Handle this and inform me of every step. If I don’t answer, text me the details. The ceremony starts in 20 minutes.” With my hand on my forehead, I draw in a long, calming breath. “I want to press charges.” I disconnect the call.
“Everything okay?” Latham asks.
I nod. “It will be.”
It better be. I’m not sure how Madison will react to this. She already struggles to adapt to our new life. I can’t let my public persona disrupt her life or that of our daughter.
Following Latham back to the group, I glance to my right. The female front desk clerk from check in is staring at me. It has to be her. She’s the only staff member that’s recognized me. Her name tag stated she was the assistant manager. I’m sure that allowed her access to the security tapes. Just how much money did the gossip show offer her for the footage?
I turn my attention to the elevator when it pings, anxious to see Madison. I need her near to calm my anger. Adrian emerges, immediately gathering the group to join the other wedding guests in the ballroom.
My brow furrows. Where’s my wife?
“Madison will be down with Savannah shortly,” Adrian mentions in passing.
I glance at my phone screen before tucking it into my front pants pocket. Berkeley’s good at her job. She’ll handle this. I only hope she’s able to stop it before the show airs tonight.