4fter-hours - 4fter-Hours

Dinner with the two men who meant so much to her was something she needed desperately in all the running around that this latest book tour was putting her on. Once Brett had made it known that he was coming to town, she had not intension of riding back with her dad to her old home, nor to the hotel that the publishing company, most likely Lucius, had acquired for her. She was going to spend the night making up for last time with her boyfriend, who she had missed like never before and it seemed that Brett was on the same page she was.

His touch, his kisses, elicited moans and groans from her as her body moved on instinct alone. Their relationship had began physically and it was something she was quite well associated with and the moment his hands slid to her thighs, she knew what it meant. Legs wrapping around him, body falling towards him in trust built over the long torturous two years that they they had known each other. A mewling whine came from the sudden friction, her body ready and needy. His words made her giggle as she took his face into her hands and kissed him with a fervor, "Because," she teased as she nibbled his bottom lip. "We tried to do the sharing thing before and you didn't even like that someone was even looking at me. You're not a sharer my love and neither am I."

As the elevator continued to take them higher up towards his floor, a sigh escaped from her. "I've missed you so much," the words were small, slightly unsure. Not because she didn't mean them but because she was afraid that if she admitted it out loud this would just be another one of the many dreams she had of him when they were separated. With the ding of the elevator doors announcing that they had finally reached their destination, she smiled at him, kissing his lips one more time before wrapping her arms around his neck. "Well, cowboy. You going to set me down and let me walk or are you carrying me to your room?" It was a tease, knowing damn well that she was not going to unwrap her legs around his waist at this point.

It had taken all of Brett's restraint not to tackle Elizabeth the moment he reconnected with her. Having met her in the airport, he had simply refused to take her into the bathroom. It did mean that when, going straight to the hotel and then to dinner with Magnus, he had been inches away from making a scene, effortlessly masqueraded as being happy to be there. He loved spending time with Magnus, leaning into whatever father-son-in-law relationship he wanted to have.

He just had additional priorities.

Once Magnus went home, Brett made sure Elizabeth stayed with him, a big palm curled around her hip. He guided her into the elevator afterwards, his other hand coming round to her side to tickle. He had gone for a room on the higher floors of the hotel. Meaning few would bother them. Good.

Once the door of the elevator began to close, he was on her in a flash. Pushed against the wall, attacking her with kisses while his hands slid over her thighs and hoisted her up into his arms. "God, I've missed you. Give me a reason not to fuck you here, have you spread openfor anyone to see." He guided her hips to grind her against him, the friction and the freedom from his restraint making him harden. A sensation she would feel pressed right up against her core.

Okay, so I am going to start queue'ing things just so my drafts don't back up again and I don't "disappear" on you guys. But question for those of you who do.

@dozenrozez