Page 27 of My Surprising Valentine

“Let’s not get carried away,” she quipped, waving me off with a grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go fish out those jeans I know you’ve hidden at the bottom of your suitcase. Really, Hannah.”

As Percy disappeared into the living room, Max pressed a hungry, lingering kiss to my mouth and tightened his hold around me. “I booked us a room with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the Eiffel Tower.”

“Ooh, nice,” I said, not entirely understanding why a view of the Parisian landmark would have his voice dropping to this low, husky rumble.

“Very nice,” he murmured against my lips. “Remember the night we got together, and I mentioned all the ways I’d been dreaming about you for years.”

I tilted my head as he kissed a path over my jaw and down my neck, where he bit down softly. “Mmm-hmm,” I breathed out, barely about to form a coherent thought with his lips on my skin. “And?”

“Two years before that, I was at a conference in Paris. Same hotel. Instead of going out with some of my colleagues that night, I went back to my room. As I lay in bed, I fucked my hand and fantasized about all the things I wanted to do to you.”

“What sort of things?” I asked as one of his hands reached between my thighs to cup my pussy over the barrier of the leggings I had on, the heel of his palm rubbing against me.My hips rolled forward as he continued his slow, wonderfully agonizing torture.

“I’m going to fuck you up against those windows, Mrs. Bennett.”

I let out a breathy moan, biting down on my bottom lip to stifle the sound lest Percy hear us from the bedroom at the far end of the hallway.

“You like the idea of that, Han?”

“Oh god, yes,” I moaned.

“You want to come on my cock with all of Paris watching your beautiful face?”

I wasn’t an exhibitionist—and neither was Max—but theideaof him fucking me like that—thefantasyof it all—was enough to make me come for him now. I collapsed against him, my teeth digging into his shoulder as I rode out the wave of pleasure.

Eventually, I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, my heart swelling at the tenderness in his eyes. “You’re such a kinky bastard,” I teased, my breathing still not back to normal.

Max patted my pussy, and my clit throbbed in response. “So are you, wife. So are you.” He kissed me deeply then, whispering against my lips, “Later, I’ll fuck you up against our bedroom windows, and we’ll call it practice.”

Before I could respond, Percy called out from down the hall, “I’m coming back in, you perverts!”

I broke into surprised laughter and collapsed against my husband’s chest.

No, life with Dr. Max Bennett was certainly never boring.