Free Twisted Affair Vol. 4 by M. S. Parker Page A

something. Samuel wasn't the oldest of my four older siblings, but he was the only one who'd ever really been supportive of me. My oldest brother thought I was a fuck-up and my sisters pretty much disregarded everything I did. Samuel was the one who looked out for me and knew me best. I could tell that, right now, he suspected I was doing something stupid.
    He wasn't wrong, but I wasn't going to let him know that, of course.
    My phone buzzed and I glanced at it. My hotel reservation confirmation had come through. I hadn't chosen the most expensive hotel in the city because the Westmore name, while not as well known in New York as it was here, was still enough to get attention. Especially with my first name attached. I'd generally kept my partying to Philly, but I'd made a few trips into NYC over the years and the hotel staff would remember me. I'd managed to find a nice, quiet one that I hadn't frequented and it was near a fancy, but not pretentious restaurant. We weren't planning to go out to a club or anything like that for this trip, but at least we'd have some sort of a normal date.
    “Well, you look like you're completely distracted.” Samuel sounded amused. “So I'll just be going. Let me know when you and Livie are free. Hannah really wants to get to know your wife.” He grinned at me. “I'm pretty sure Livie's snarky comment to Benjamin last week made her Hannah's new hero.”
    I smiled at that. I knew I hadn't been the only one who'd appreciated seeing my eldest brother put in his place. That night had given me a new appreciation of the type of person Livie was.
    I didn't dwell on that though. It was time to go and meet my Kat.
    The train ride wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be, though it could've been because I spent the entire ride with Katka curled up against me, close enough that I could smell her floral shampoo. She was tall enough that tucking her feet up under her should've been uncomfortable, but she didn't complain. If anything, she looked entirely content. We held hands and made small talk, enjoying the relaxing ride. I told her about our reservations, both at the hotel and the restaurant, enjoying the thrill of excitement that went through me at the look of sheer delight on her face. I'd never realized how much I would love to see her excited by something I did. Then again, I did love seeing how I could make her come apart beneath me...
    By the time we arrived at the hotel, I was extremely glad I hadn't made those dinner reservations for tonight. I intended to be very busy as soon as we got to our room. I did ask Katka if she was hungry though. I'd be willing to work around room service.
    “Not for food.”
    The sultry smile that accompanied her barely audible reply was almost enough to make me forget the elderly couple standing next to us in the elevator. If they hadn't been there, the guys monitoring the security footage for the elevators would've gotten an eyeful. The thought of another man seeing any part of my Kat, however, made me frown. Elevator sex was definitely out then. I didn't want anyone but me seeing her expression when she came.
    “Is something wrong?” she asked, concern in her voice.
    I shook my head and threw the thoughts aside. “Just eager to get to our room.”
    “Me too.” She smiled at me, her dark green eyes sparkling. “I brought something special for you.”
    Shit. She was seriously testing my self-control.
    As soon as I opened the door to our suite, I started to reach for her, but she moved out of arm's reach and headed for the bathroom.
    “While you put our things in the bedroom, I will go change,” she called over her shoulder. “I do not want to wait any longer.”
    She was almost as impatient as I was. I carried the bags through the small sitting room and into the bedroom. It was just as gorgeous in real life as it had been in the pictures I'd found. A king-sized bed in the center of the room with a bedspread and pillows that matched the taupe-colored