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Thanks to all the readers who are still taking this journey with me. I enjoy reading all the reviews and comments that have been left. It has been a thrill! Thanks also to my beta Amanda Hawthorn. But any mistakes are mine especially since I changed a couple things since she did her beta.
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Chapter 10
Private Party
The elevator dinged announcing its arrival as the doors swooshed open. Without breaking contact or the kiss, Gil guided his lover backwards into the empty car until she was pressed against the back wall.
They continued kissing when through the haze of passion she realized the car wasn't moving. "Room number," she gasped.
"Hmm?" Lust was fogging his mind and he had trouble comprehending what she had said. He ran his hands down her sides and grasping her hips, he ground his pelvis into hers.
"Oh, God," she moaned pulling back and resting her head against the wall. "Room number," she panted. She tried to calm her breathing as her chest heaved and her heart raced while desire flowed throughout her body. The unexpectedness of Gil's public overtures had caught her unawares and overwhelmed her senses. "Gil," she groaned a little more sharply desperately trying to get him to focus for a moment. "Baby, I need to know the room number."
The fog that clouded his mind eventually lifted enough so that he could finally understand her. "Oh, umm . . ." Pulling the keycard out of his front pants pocket, he read it off.
Sara immediately assaulted his mouth and shoved him back against the side wall so that she was within access of the control panel. Turning her head towards the controls, she moaned when he started nibbling on her earlobe. She reached out and pushed the button for their floor then repeatedly jabbed the Close Door button.
Grateful to see the doors finally close, she turned her attention to his tie, jerking the knot loose. He groaned and shifted his head back as his hands drifted down to cup her rear, kneading her through the flimsy material of her dress. Sara gasped then turned her attention to his shirt, attacking the buttons and ripping them from their confinement so she could kiss and suckle at the hollow of his throat. Her wandering hands snuck inside his parted shirt and roamed over the muscular landscape of his chest. His sharp intake of breath as she tweaked his flat nipples only heightened her pleasure.
Sliding his hands up her body, he placed a hand on either side of her head and pulled her up to plunder her swollen lips. Tongues thrust and parried as the flames of desire burned hotter and higher.
Her breasts ached for his touch and she found herself reaching up to grasp his hands and guide them downwards until they cupped the throbbing mounds. He fondled her soft flesh and flicked his thumbs
over the hardened pebbles. Her hips bucked against his and he growled deep in his throat as he slipped a leg between hers.
Her hands dipped between their hard-pressed bodies and started unbuckling his belt. She was delighted when felt his left hand slide downwards following the curve of her waist and hip then lower until it slipped through the slit of her dress to caress her smooth, silky thigh. Whimpers of desire fell from her lips as he slipped a finger beneath the lace garter. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and swallowed her moans as he released the garter with a snap. Firmly grasping the back of her thigh, he lifted her leg settling it around his waist bringing her aching core into closer contact with his hard thigh. Her hands stilled on his belt as her whole body shuddered at the intimate contact. With renewed fervor, she slipped the soft leather through the buckle and started on the pants' button.
He broke the kiss and started sucking and licking his way along her jaw line, down her long, smooth neck and onto her delectable shoulder. He lifted his head to rub his beard along that sensitive spot of hers where her neck and shoulders meet when a light reflecting off glass caught his attention.
Groaning, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and reached between their heated bodies to restrain her nimble hands. He swallowed hard and had to catch his breath before he could whisper, "Honey, we have to stop."
"No," she mewled as she tried to tug her hands from his grasp.
"Camera. There's a surveillance camera."
Her movements stilled then her leg slowly slid down his until her foot rested on the floor once again. She skimmed her hands up his chest and laid them loosely on his shoulders as his arms wrapped around her waist. They struggled for breath while fighting for control over their bodily urges, but it was a losing battle.
He brushed the hair off her neck and laid a light kiss at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He knew he needed to resist but the light jasmine scent that lingered on her warm, supple skin overwhelmed his senses. They needed to wait for the privacy of their hotel room but his body was screaming for release. With an animalistic growl, he attacked her neck nipping and biting.
With a guttural groan, she tossed her head back allowing him access. Sensation after sensation rippled through her body. "Gil," she cried out.
He laid one hand lightly where his mouth had been and lightly rubbed the spot. She was marked. He had laid his claim upon her and the animalistic desire grew stronger. The tip of his finger followed the strap down her shoulder and along the inner edge of the fabric that cupped her pert breast. He held the edge of the cloth cup back and started kissing the newly exposed flesh along the side of her breast.
With each touch of his lips, her body was winding tighter and tighter. She ached for him to take her into his mouth and release some of the tension that held her body prisoner. "Please," she whimpered as she cupped the back of his head and pressed him into her heated flesh.
Heeding her plea, he hooked his thumb under the edge and roughly pulled the fabric aside. The nipple popped out and into his hot, moist and greedy mouth. As he suckled, she felt the tension coiling tighter
and tighter in the pit of her belly. Her hips bucked against his in an effort to release some of the tension but it only tightened the bonds of passion. Recognizing the signs that she was close to coming, he let go of the fabric and slid his now free hand to her back while his other hand started gliding forward around her waist and down to her center.
Suddenly, the elevator shuttered to a stop, the bell dinged and the doors slid open. They stood frozen caught between the overwhelming urge to give into their desire and the fear of being found in such a compromising situation.
A sob broke loose from her kiss-swollen lips. She desperately needed release. She ached for it. She cried for it. But it wasn't going to happen. At least not yet.
Upon hearing her sob, Gil was shaken into action. They couldn't continue here and every second they stood there was another second away from the privacy they desperately craved. With trembling hands, he smoothed the material back over her wet-tipped breast and then set to work on making himself somewhat presentable. Once he had slipped most of the buttons back into their holes and his belt was buckled, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the elevator. Pulling the keycard from his pocket, they both checked the room number again. Grissom cursed as he realized that their room must be at the end of the hall.
They hurriedly set off down the hallway with his arm wrapped around her shoulder and hers twined around his waist. The rough material of his pants brushing against the bare skin of her leg was driving her crazy. She needed to feel him now. She shoved him into the wall of the hallway and pinned him. Placing her hands against the wall on either side of his head, she rubbed her pelvis against his and plundered his mouth.
He grasped her hips and returned her passionate kiss. Finally coming up for air, he grabbed her hand and dragged her along as they rushed to their room.
Finally standing at the door to their room, he shoved the keycard into the slot while she ran her hands up his back, then started playing with the curls that brushed his collar. The red light on the lock mocked him as she pressed herself against his back and lightly blew on the back of his ear. Rivulets of desire shook him as he pulled the keycard out. He flipped it around and tried again but the red light only continued to mock him. He repeatedly shoved the card in and out which only reminded him of the very act he desperately wanted to partake in. Still, the door remained firmly locked.
Her hands slid around to his chest where she slowly caressed him. "Is that little old lock giving you trouble, loverboy?"
"Yes," he ground out.
Her husky laughter in his ear wound its way deep into the pit of his stomach tightening the strands of his desire almost to the breaking point. Cursing, he pulled the card out, flipped it around again and jammed the defiant keycard back into its slot. Just as her hands skimmed across his fly, the lock clicked and the green light of victory shone brightly. The relief he felt was almost orgasmic.
Wrenching the doorknob and slamming the door open, he pulled her in and shoved her up against the wall beside the door. When the door swung shut, he reached over and locked the door keeping the rest of the world at bay.
He nibbled his way down her throat and into her cleavage while her hands skimmed up his chest shoving his jacket off his shoulders. He dropped his arms long enough for her to strip him of his jacket before he slipped his fingers under the straps of her dress and roughly pushed them down dragging the bodice of her dress to her waist and baring her chest. Holding her arms at her side, he took one mound into his hot, moist mouth and suckled. She released a guttural moan as her back arched offering more of herself to him. He switched his attentions to her other mound while pinching and pulling at the abandoned nipple.
"Gil, please! I need you!" She twisted and freed her arms from the restricting confines of her gown. She grabbed his tie and pulled him up. Capturing his lips, she worked the tie loose and tossed it aside. Gripping the edges of his shirt, she ripped it open, buttons flying through the air and skittering along hard surfaces, then stripped it off. She licked and nibbled her way down his throat and chest making little side trips to tease his flat nipples into hardened nubs. Strangled cries where ripped from his throat as she dipped her tongue into his navel and raked her nails down his chest scraping across his sensitive nipples.
He braced himself against the wall with his hands and moaned at her ministrations. He gritted his teeth as she slipped his belt from its buckle and unbuttoned his pants gasping as she slowly pulled the zipper down letting the back of her fingers brush his hard ridge. He bucked against her hand and the pressure mounted. The tension tightened as she slid her hands inside the waistband of his boxers and pushed both his pants and boxers down releasing his straining manhood. She turned her head capturing him between her velvet lips and started bobbing up and down on his hard, hot flesh. The feel of her wet lips and hot mouth on his erection was more than he could bear. His arms weakened as he slumped forward now bracing himself with his forearms. She just sucked him in deeper. Every time he hit the back of her throat, he inched closer to release.
"Sara," he ground out between gritted teeth. "Sara, please stop." Her tongue swirled around him as her hand captured him at the base and squeezed slightly. "I can't . . . last . . . much longer." He pleaded in a strangled voice. But she continued with her ministrations, stroking and squeezing and licking. "Sara . . . honey . . . please . . . I want . . . to be . . . inside . . . you." Reaching down, he grabbed her by the shoulder urging her upwards. Slowly, seductively, she rose brushing her body against his. He gasped as her breasts rubbed against his chest and her hands trailed up the back of his muscular thighs settling on the firm flesh of his tight rear. He rested his forehead against the wall beside her, gulping air and trying to reign himself in.
But Sara wasn't to be denied. Grabbing one of his hands, she sucked on each finger one by one before guiding his hand slowly down over a bare breast, pausing only briefly when he squeezed and fondled the aching flesh. She then guided his hand down across her stomach and over the fabric bunched around her waist to cup his hand around her mound.
"Touch me," she whispered.
He rubbed a finger over her but her dress denied him the full contact he desired. He wanted to feel her pulsing womanhood wet with desire. He slipped a hand into the slit of her dress and roughly pushed the
skirt out of his way, tucking it into the folds of fabric gathered at her waist. He nudged her thong aside sliding a finger along her wet folds. He paused with his finger on her bud then lightly tapped against it once, twice. He heard her gasp as her whole body tensed. He slid his finger along her folds again. Then he pressed first one finger then two deep into her core while his thumb flicked her button. She screamed out as her whole body shook with her orgasm. His rod twitched as her walls pulsated around his fingers.
As her orgasm weakened, he eased himself from her and began kissing his way down her body until he was at the apex of her thighs. Stroking his hands up and down her long, toned legs, he kissed her dripping mound through the fabric then he eased the lacy thong down her long legs and over her high-heeled feet. He tossed the fabric aside as he kissed his way back up to the apex of her thighs. The tip of his tongue darted out making brief contact with her mound. Her moans urged him on. He ran his tongue along her slit but it wasn't enough. Resting his hands at the top of her thighs, he slipped his thumbs between her folds and parted her lips exposing her to his seeking tongue. Her breath hitched as his nubile tongue licked deeper and harder. Then the tip of his tongue dipped inside her wet tunnel and her eyes rolled back in her head before he continued licking and lapping up her juices.
His hot breath whispered through her tight curls as he breathed, "Honey, you're so wet."
He drew her sensitive bud into his mouth and suckled. With each whimper and moan, he suckled harder. All of her feelings and sensation were focused on that one tiny spot where his mouth worshipped her. When he bared his teeth and nipped her sensitive bud, her orgasmic screams ripped through the air and her juices flowed down his chin.
She moaned thrashing her head back and forth against the wall. She ached all over. She needed him. Now. Deep inside her. "No, no," she whimpered clutching at his shoulders. "Please," she pleaded. As he continued to probe her folds with his tongue, she became more frantic. "Gil, I need you." As he continued, she tried pulling him up but he just persisted stroking her legs and playing with her womanly flesh. "Gilbert," she drew out on a long moan.
Finally capturing his attention, he pulled back and looked up at her. She gazed down at him with pleading eyes and rubbed a fingertip along his lower lip. "I need you inside me," she told him as she slipped a finger between his lips, hissing when he bit down lightly. "Deep inside me."
Abandoning her aching flesh, he kissed the soft skin of her thigh. He nuzzled the garter decorating her leg then bit into it and slowly dragged it down her silky thigh then over her knee. He grasped her leg by the calf and lifted it then continued drawing the scrap of lace and silk down along her smooth shin and over her ankle and high heel.
Looking down upon her lover and watching him, Sara felt worshipped and desired. He released the garter from his teeth and it fell at her feet. Letting go of her captive leg, he then transferred his attentions to the other one where he slowly kissed and licked his way up only stopping briefly to tickle the sensitive spot behind her knee. As he got closer and closer to her aching folds, she braced herself for another onslaught of sensations in anticipation of his pleasure-inducing lips and tongue but ended up sobbing in disappointment as he skirted that sensitive area.
Drawing his lips from her heated flesh, he slid his hands beneath the scrunched fabric at her waist and slowly drew it up her lithe torso. She raised her arms and he tugged the annoying dress up and off.
Their eyes met and the heat sizzled between them. Slowly, together, their eyes moved to his hand holding her dress high out to his side. In a calm, calculated move, he released his hold on it and it fell to the floor. His hands came to rest on the wall on either side of her head. The heat sweltered between their bodies even though there was no physical contact.
Once again meeting his eyes, she swallowed hard. The sheer animalistic desire she saw there made her heart skip a beat and her stomach clench. Never breaking eye contact, he toed off one shoe and kicked it aside, then the other and then stepped out of his pants and boxers and kicked them aside as well. His eyes raked over the length of her. The heat of his gaze was almost physical and she whimpered in anticipation. Plunging his hands into her silky hair, he assaulted her lips. Tasting herself on him only intensified her need. Their tongues dueled as her hands clasped his hips.
He groaned as she ground her pelvis into his then pulled back to nip at his bottom lip. He'd reached his breaking point but he refused to take her standing up against a wall. She deserved better than that. So he pressed his body hard into hers forcing her tight against the wall then grasped her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist as she coiled her arms tight around his neck.
The feel of skin upon burning skin caused them both to gasp as each struggled to maintain the little control they had left. His throbbing erection pulsed against her abdomen and she wriggled against him trying to bring him into closer contact where she needed him most. She reached between them with one hand and grasped his heated flesh. His whole body jerked as she started rubbing her thumb over the leaking tip, spreading the moisture all around the head.
"Sara, no. Stop, please, stop," he beseeched but she just continued. "Too . . . much . . . honey, please . . . " He mewled in agony as she squeezed and pulled on his painfully hard erection. "No . . . stop . . . Sara!" he screamed. Clenching his teeth, he growled, "It hurts."
She whined and whimpered but seized her teasing. He drew a ragged breath deep into his burning lungs but stopped breathing altogether when she gazed deep into his eyes and started licking and sucking his juices off her thumb.
He kissed her hard and grasped her firm rear tight in his hands. Lifting her off the wall, he carried her to the huge, luxurious bed in the middle of the room. When his knees hit the side of it, he dropped them onto the mattress in a tangle of hot, sweaty limbs.
Hands and lips roamed attempting to touch everywhere, to taste everything but it wasn't enough. Not anymore. He needed more. She needed more.
Pulling back, he observed her flushed face and fluttering eyelids. "Sara, open your eyes." When she met his burning stare, he felt himself drowning in her melted chocolate pools. Seeing the mutual need and desire in the depths of her eyes, he slipped the tip of his manhood into her core than back out. He slid into her a little deeper and back out again over and over, deeper and deeper each time, until he sunk fully into her. At the full intimate contact, their mutual groans filled the air.
He pulled out slowly until just his tip remained inside her. She whimpered at the loss of contact and he plunged back into her hot tunnel shuddering as her tight, heated walls stroked and clenched around him. He pulled out slowly and thrust again. His agonizingly slow pace was driving her mad. "Gilbert,
please," she moaned as she thrashed about on the bed. He continued with his slow thrusts building up the anticipation and tension.
"Harder," she begged.
He thrust again and again she pleaded, "Harder!"
His control was slipping. With every thrust, he felt another strand of his control snap. When she bit into his shoulder, he lost the last bit of restraint he still had. Their coupling became hurried and frenzied. He pulled her thighs up higher around his waist and plunged deeper. She bucked against him desperately trying to get closer. Then her whole body tensed and arched as tight as a bow. He reached down between them and swept his thumb across her pleasure button once, twice. He watched in awe as her whole body shook with the strength of her orgasm and he felt her walls clamp down tight around him then start to pulse. The squeezing pressure of her walls around his engorged flesh sent him over the edge and with one final, powerful thrust, he gave himself up to his own release with a guttural groan, pouring his seed deep inside her. After a couple weak, reflexive thrusts, he slumped down onto her.
They lay there for a few moments panting still wrapped in each other's limbs. When her legs slid from around his waist, he rolled himself off her.
She had never felt more exhausted yet exhilarated. "That . . . was . . . intense," she moaned between deep, gulping breaths. They both laid there too exhausted to move. After several minutes, she turned onto her side snuggling up against him and laying her head on his heaving chest, her hand roaming idly over his broad chest.
He lifted his head to kiss the top of her head then lay back closing his eyes. He flung one arm across his eyes and the other he wrapped around her lightly brushing his fingertips up and down her arm.
Her roaming hand skimmed across the broad expanse of his chest and wrapped around his side while her foot slid up and down his leg. She started to drape her leg across his thighs when she bumped into unexpectedly firm flesh. Sneaking a peak, she saw that he was not yet fully satisfied. She rubbed his semi-erection with her knee smirking when she heard his quick intake of breath.
Lifting herself over him, she placed soft kisses all over his throat and chest as her hand glided southward and softly wrapped around his hardening shaft.
"Honey," he breathed as he wrapped his hands in her silky strands of hair. He gently tugged her upwards until their lips met. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and he moaned. Pulling back, she gazed into his cerulean depths watching the rising desire swirl there as she slowly stroked him. She leaned in for one last kiss before slowly, lazily kissing her way across his cheek, along his jaw line and down his throat. She paused momentarily to tease the hollow of his throat with the tip of her tongue before continuing to kiss her way down his upper chest. She veered off her path to lick and suck on his nipples. As she kissed her way down his abdomen, his muscles twitched and rippled.
As she nuzzled into his nest of curls, he moaned. When she kissed her way to the tip of his now fully erect shaft, he lifted his head off the bed and reached down to still her head. Rising up, she met his eyes.
"Sara, no. You don't have to, honey."
"I want to," she replied softly.
They stared deep into each other's eyes neither wanting to concede.
She finally broke the stalemate. "You satisfied me . . . completely," she purred. A sultry smile spread across her reddened lips. "Now I want to satisfy you . . . completely."
With a groan, he dropped his head back onto the mattress and braced himself for her attentions.
She shimmied backwards over his legs then dropped down to kiss the tip of his manhood. It quivered at her touch and she smiled. She swiped her tongue across it tasting their mingled juices upon it. Wrapping her hand around the base, she licked her way all around it. Finally, she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. As she sensed some movement, she raised her eyes to see his hands clenching at the bed cover. Pleased, she started sliding up and down on him.
He braced himself up on his elbows and almost lost control at the sight of her bobbing up and down on his manhood.
Lifting herself off him, she pressed down on his chest with one hand while cupping his sac with the other. "Lay back, baby. Just enjoy."
He let himself fall backwards and she went back to sucking on his shaft and fondling his balls. The hand on his chest slowly slithered downwards across his stomach, along his hip and down his thigh. Then suddenly her touch was gone. Her deep moan vibrated around his sensitive flesh and he lifted his head. When he saw her hand buried deep in her folds playing with herself, his hips bucked and twisted. His shaft hit the back of her throat and he moaned. Then he felt the tip slip down into her throat and his hips bucked upwards once more forcing his shaft deeper. She swallowed him down and his screams of ecstasy got caught deep in his throat. She tightened her grip on his balls and the tension coiled tighter in his belly but he held back trying to maintain some control.
She lifted her head up and he slipped out of her mouth. The brush of cool air on his heated flesh caused him to shiver. "Let yourself go," she whispered then went back to her ministrations.
As she swallowed him deep, his whole body tensed and his balls tightened up. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he bucked up into her. He felt her body tense over his and he bucked up into her again. He felt the shudders of her release. Her orgasmic moans rumbling against his sensitive flesh sent him crashing over the edge as he thrust and spurted his seed. He thrust weakly a couple more times before lying there panting.
Slowly, she sat up resting upon her haunches on his legs. Catching his eyes, she slowly licked her lips and lithely stretched heavenwards. Grinning like a cat that had just lapped up a bowlful of cream, she slowly stretched herself out on top of him.
"Mmmm," she murmured as one fingertip circled around his nipple. "That was amazing!"
"Mmm," he agreed. He flung an arm back over his eyes blocking out the light while the fingers of his other hand slowly brushed through her hair.
They laid like that for several minutes as their breathing evened out. He thought she had fallen asleep when he felt, more than heard, her giggles. He smiled glad to hear her so happy. When she continued to giggle, his curiosity was peaked. "What's so funny?"
"I was just wondering what was going through everyone's minds when we left so quickly." Lifting her head, she rested her chin on the hand that was splayed across his chest. "You know, we might've scarred poor Warrick for life."
"Why's that?" he asked as he moved his arm off his face and peered down at her.
"He was sitting right beside me while you were pulling all that stuff. I think he saw when you slipped your hand in my dress." She smiled as she felt a chuckle rumble through his chest. Sliding up, she slowly kissed him. Pulling back, she asked, "Not that I'm complaining or anything, mind you, but what got into you this evening?! We said we weren't going to hide our relationship anymore but you were practically undressing me right there in the ballroom!"
He just shrugged and smirked.
"Did someone slip you some Viagra or something?"
"No," he answered as he reached up bringing her head down to meet his for a kiss. Breaking the kiss he mumbled, "Someone just slipped me a hot, young girlfriend in a sexy red scrap of a dress with a slit up to kingdom come and a matching garter to boot." He then brought her in for a long, scorching kiss.
They kissed for a few more minutes before Sara rested her head on his chest again.
"I hope you still carry an extra set of clothes in your car," she said sleepily.
"Why?"
"Cause I don't think your shirt's got any buttons left!"
He teased, "Well, if my hot, young girlfriend wasn't so impatient . . . "
"Hey!" She swatted him playfully.
"Good thing I packed a duffle bag. I put some extra clothes in for you as well."
"You did?"
"I planned ahead."
"Good thing you did. I . . ." Sara was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both were startled by the sudden intrusion. "Who could that be?" she whispered.
A voice from the other side of the door announced, "Room service!"
Sara asked, "Did you order room service?"
"No. They must have the wrong room." Getting up, he walked to the door. Speaking through the closed door, he told the waiter on the other side, "We didn't order any room service."
"No, sir, this was sent as compliments of a third party." Gil and Sara looked at each other questioningly. In their line of work, one learned to never be too careful.
"Who's the third party?" he asked suspiciously.
"I don't know, sir. There's an envelope here but it is sealed."
"Is anything written on the envelope?"
"It is addressed to a Dr. Gil Grissom and a Ms. Sara Sidle, sir."
He was stunned to hear that someone knew that they were staying in the hotel when he hadn't told anyone of his plans. Knowing that he wasn't going to get any real answers until he got his hands on that envelope, he decided to let the waiter in.
Suddenly realizing he was standing there in the buff, he called out, "Uh, just give us a moment." He quickly grabbed his boxers and pants that were lying close to the door and started slipping them on. Noticing that Sara wasn't trying to cover herself, he loudly whispered, "Sara, what are you doing? Are you trying to give the waiter a free peep show?"
Looking down at herself, she let out a startled yelped, jumped up from the bed and hurried through the open doorway across the room hoping that it was the bathroom.
Chuckling at the sight of a nude Sara streaking across the room in high heels, he zipped and buttoned his pants and unlocked the door to let the waiter in. The waiter headed straight for the small table by the floor-to-ceiling windows and set down a loaded silver tray while Gil grabbed the wallet out of his pants. However, when he attempted to tip the waiter, he refused stating that gratuities had already been taken care of and that the note from the mysterious third party was on the tray. The waiter then wished him a good evening and left closing the door behind him.
He wondered who knew that they were staying there. He hadn't told anyone and neither could've Sara as she had only found out moments before coming up to the room, and she hadn't been out of his sight since he had told her. He walked over to the table and snatched up the envelope. Ripping it open, he pulled out a folded note. Upon reading the note, a grin broke out. Maybe there was some hope for his team yet.
"Who's it from?"
He looked up to see Sara crossing the room barefoot and wrapped in one of the hotel robes.
Handing the note over, he replied, "Catherine and the rest of the team." He grabbed the bottle of champagne bottle out of the ice bucket and let out a low whistle when he realized it was Dom Perignon. "They didn't spare any expense."
He started opening the bottle while Sara read the note out loud.
Gil and Sara,
Congratulations! We can't express enough how happy we are for you both. We're sorry if we first gave the impression that we weren't. You just took us by surprise. Please enjoy the champagne and strawberries. Also, we've arranged for a couple's massage tomorrow. Just call down to the hotel spa to set up a time.
Catherine, Nick, Warrick and Greg
P.S. I know that as the two top-notch investigators that you are, you're probably wondering how we knew you're booked into a room here tonight. Well, Nicky saw you waiting for an elevator earlier so I did a little investigating of my own.
P.S.S. The strawberries and champagne are from the team. The chocolate sauce and whipped cream are my own personal additions. I'm sure you'll find a use for them. Love, Catherine
"I'm so embarrassed," Sara mumbled as she laid her forehead on Gil's shoulder.
"Why's that?"
"Nick saw us waiting for the elevator."
"So?" Then as he recalled their little make-out session as they had waited, all he could say was "Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
"And everyone knows what champagne and strawberries mean."
"They do?" Gil asked genuinely puzzled.
"Yes," she replied with a roll of her eyes at her clueless lover. "It means a romantic evening." As he still appeared confused, she stated, "A very loving evening."
"Oh," he replied as he finally caught on.
"Then Catherine adds chocolate and whipped cream."
"Oh," he says again as pink tinges his cheeks.
"Yeah, oh," Sara replied. "So you know what they think is going on tonight."
With the quirk of an eyebrow, he dead-panned, "They wouldn't be wrong."
"Gil!"
He chuckled as he handed her a glass of champagne. "Well, we've got the rest of the night, this big, fancy hotel room and now champagne. So let's enjoy it. We'll worry about the team tomorrow."
They clinked their glasses in a silent toast. Their eyes locked as she took a sip. "Mmm, delicious." She ran the tip of her tongue along her top lip and saw his eyes darken with renewed desire.
Leaning in, he tasted the sweet champagne on her lips. "Delectable." He slid his free hand around to the back of her waist and pulled her in for another, deeper kiss. Breaking the kiss, he gulped his glass of champagne down and set it back on the table. Grabbing a strawberry, he swirled it through the chocolate sauce. "This chocolate is warm," he murmured huskily.
"Well, then, we'll definitely have to find a use for it," she teased.
He lifted the chocolate-covered strawberry to her lips but just as she was about to take a bite, he pulled it back then trailed it down her chin and throat leaving a sweet trail of warm chocolate. "I think I already have," he replied throatily as he started licking at the rich trail.
She moaned in agreement. He had indeed found a very good use for the chocolate sauce. And the champagne . . . and the strawberries . . . and the whipped cream.
TBC
Fair warning … the next update probably will not be until the first week of April. I have a huge deadline looming at work and I'm way behind. Means lots & lots of extra hours over the next week.