The next morning the airport called. Bad weather had grounded flights. The honeymoon was delayed at least another day. Adrian told Emma he would handle the rescheduling, then sent her to the hotel spa for a massage. The second her elevator doors closed, he was knocking on Olivia’s door again.
Olivia opened it wearing only a hotel robe, hair still messy from last night. Adrian didn’t say a word. He stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and pushed her against it. His mouth crashed onto hers, hands already untying her robe. Within seconds she was naked, his fingers sliding between her legs.
“You’re still wet from me,” he growled, feeling the mix of their c*m from last night.
He dropped to his knees and ate her out right there against the door. His tongue licked deep, tasting both of them,
