Free First and Ten by Michel Prince Page A

eyes locked on his other hand still pulling a
Statue of Liberty with his piece of cake.
    “I’ll fight you for it,” he laughed at the
woman who wasn’t freaking out because she was covered in chocolate
cake. Her sweater may be ruined and she was finding the humor in
the situation. The boat was slowing and the door opened with Jack
taking in the visual of the two fumbling lovers.
    “Will you be needing a box for the rest of
your cake, sir?” he asked.
    “That’d be awesome,” Dani laughed, still
using her finger to clear her face of icing. “And a handful of
napkins.”
    “Right away. We’re pulling into dock
now.”
    “Tell the captain I’ve never been on a more
calming cruise,” Dani chuckled and extended her hand for Rome to
help her up.

    Dani had to admit, laughing was the best
relaxation method she’d found to date. She and Rome would
intermingle laughs between kisses as they stumbled toward his car.
A passerby might think they were intoxicated. Maybe they were, just
not by the little bit of alcohol they’d drank. No, it was a mixture
of lust and chocolate. Although she’d wiped her face mostly clean,
Rome was able to find his own bits of sugar still lingering as he
trailed kisses down her neck to her chest. They were practically
undressing each other by the time they fell against his SUV.
    The sounds of people coming and going
emphasized the point she made on the boat. Navy Pier was too damn
busy.
    “My house is only fifteen minutes from here,”
he said as he opened her door.
    “I’ve got a hundred bucks that says you can
get there in ten,” she challenged while taking the two fresh pieces
of cake Jack had boxed up for them. The door slammed shut and he
raced to his side.
    Speed kills had a whole new meaning as Rome
cut through traffic and she understood how big his vehicle was
compared to hers. The rush of adrenaline mixed with her already
aroused body and she had to close her eyes as if she were on a
rollercoaster to control herself. Her eyes snapped open when Rome
turned the vehicle off. Looking out her window she saw she was in a
tight garage as she slowly opened the door to not hit the wall.
    Rome stood at the back of the vehicle and
scooped her up in his arms. Her feet didn’t touch the ground as he
carried her up the steps to his brownstone all the while licking
her neck. The sound of metal on glass made a clink when he tossed
his keys into a bowl by the front door before they fell into his
foyer. Although she assumed the steps led to the bedroom, neither
of them had the patience at the moment.
    Pinned against the wall, he claimed her lips
as heat rushed to her core. The dampness would have pooled if she’d
been smart enough to gather her panties on the boat. Instead, they
were there for all her embarrassment that might hit sometime next
week. Now, all she could focus on was the wet arousal trickling
down her thigh and the fact Rome had grasped her leg and wrapped it
around his waist.
    “We need to go upstairs,” he gasped while
removing her shirt, sending crumbs of cake flying. Pushing aside
the cup from her bra, he took her breast into his mouth, teasing
the nipple as he sucked hard.
    “Oh God, we do,” she moaned with one leg
locked around his waist and the other extended to a tiptoe. One of
his hands glided between them and his fingers entered her. She
bucked her head back and arched into the invading digits as they
thrust and swirled.
    “Jerome, I know you’re in there,” a woman
yelled while violently pounding on the front door.
    Rome’s lips froze around Dani’s nipple and
his hand slowly retreated. She didn’t know if her body could take
much more. If he didn’t get her off in the next few seconds she was
going to be set back a decade at least.
    “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he
howled. “This is not happening.”
    But it was. The woman continued pounding and
yelling.
    “I remember where your key is hidden, Rome. I
doubt you changed that.”
    Rome’s