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She panted and gasped, rising up toward his mouth. Holding her hips, he kept her where he wanted her, knowing from experience that as she drew closer and closer to the highest peak, her body would helplessly try to twist away from the incredible intensity.

He wouldn’t allow that. He held her steady until she was sobbing, not letting her go until she came in his mouth.

She was still whispering his name as he slid up her body, following the same familiar, well-loved trail he’d descended. “Amazing,” she whispered when they were face-to-face. Then she couldn’t say anything else because he was sliding into her, filling her.

He buried his face in her neck, smelling her hair, feeling her arms wrap around his shoulders. They were completely entwined, totally joined, blissfully alone. Just Tony and Gloria, the passionate couple they’d been at the beginning of their relationship, the adoring couple they would, please God, be at the end of it on his last day on this earth.

“Love you, babe,” he whispered as he drew up to watch her face. “Thank you for marrying me. For being everything I ever wanted in a wife and in the mother of my kids.”

She kissed him sweetly, moisture rising in her eyes. The emotion didn’t diminish the physical pleasure, it only enhanced it. She was crying and laughing as they rocked together, each of his tender thrusts met with a welcoming one of her own.

“I love you, too, Tony,” she whispered, touching his face, rubbing her thumb across his lips. “Thank you for reminding me that I’m more than your wife and the mother of your kids.”

“My lover,” he interjected, understanding immediately.

“Your lover. Tonight…and forever.”

* * *

Checkout time was at noon, but they got up to get ready to go by nine. Gloria would have loved to stay longer, to spend an entire blissful day in bed with her passionate husband. But her in-laws weren’t getting any younger. And her sons were, as Tony had called them last night, little hellions.

They did linger over a long shower. She almost melted with pleasure when Tony insisted on washing her hair, gently massaging her scalp, delicately covering each long strand with shampoo. The shower was bigger than the one at home and this time the sex wasn’t quick, frantic and furtive. It was slow, sultry. And very slippery.

Afterward, they left their room, heading for the elevator. One came right away, but her husband didn’t step into it.

“Tony?”

“Let’s wait,” he murmured, glancing toward the next one down the line.

She laughed softly. “It’s 11:00 a.m., not p.m. I don’t think we’re going to get away with that in the light of day.”

“Guy can always hope,” he said with a big grin.

Of course, the elevator wasn’t empty. But that didn’t stop her sexy man from copping a feel as they eased into one corner, pushed there by the crowd that grew with every stop on every floor. Gloria couldn’t help casting a quick glance at the camera, wondering if Tony had been right about just how much of a show they’d given the security guard.

Then she smiled up toward it. A cocky smile. Not really giving a damn.

“I saw that,” he murmured as he took her arm and led her off when they reached the lobby.

She feigned innocence. “Saw what?”

“You’re a wicked woman, Gloria Santori.”

Her chin went up, as did one brow. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about. I’m a respectable wife and mother. A homeroom mom. A library volunteer.”

He dropped the bags, right there in the lobby, and turned to face her. Sinking his hands in her hair to cup her head, he drew her close and pressed a long, openmouthed kiss on her mouth. Gloria gave herself one second to be shocked and worried about an audience before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back with every ounce of love she felt for the man.

“And you’re my woman,” he reminded her when he finally let her go, both of them a little out of breath.

She couldn’t get rid of the silly grin on her face as Tony picked up the bags with one hand, dropping his