I stop us outside the door, digging in my clutch for the keycard. He leans down, pressing hot kisses to my neck. His hand on my hip slinks higher until he’s brushing his thumb against my exposed side-boob— Yeah…maybe this jumpsuit should be retired from public use. He lets out a soft chuckle. “Room 1742?” “Yep.” I tap the keycard against the reader and the door beeps as the light flashes green. I give the handle a tug, pushing it open. “Something funny about that room number?” “Not funny,” he replies following me inside. “I think your thing about signs is rubbing off on me, that’s all.”
