Two Week Turnaround by Geneva Lee Page B

the room service cart and tossed the lid off the serving plate. Most of it would be cold by now, but he didn’t care. Shoving a piece of American bacon in his mouth, a slow smile crept over his face when he spotted the bowl of fresh fruit. Thankfully the Westminster Royal was the type of hotel that served only the best and freshest food. If they hadn’t been so meticulous, he might not have been inspired. Scooping up the bowl, he trod back over to the table.
    Fia blinked up at him lazily. “I’m really not hungry.”
    â€œGood,” he said. Leaning over he kissed her full on the lips. When he pulled back, her eyes were closed in anticipation. “I have a theory that you taste sweeter than this—” He drew a strawberry from the bowl and placed it between his teeth. Holding it there, he dipped back down and ran the juicy berry over her bee-stung lips. She licked off the juice involuntarily and moaned.
    Well, that was hot. Abandoning the bowl of fruit he hovered over her, tracing down her chin to the hollow of her throat with the fruit. Fia’s eyes stayed shut, but she squirmed as the cold fruit made contact with her hot skin. Isaac’s dick stiffened, already ready for round two. If she didn’t fix him, she was probably going to kill him. There was only so much sexy that a man could handle. He continued past her navel, trailing the fruit to the very apex of her seam. He stood and admired the trail of juice artfully created down her pale skin. Popping the rest of the strawberry in his mouth, he chewed it thoughtfully as Fia squirmed under his gaze. She peeked at Isaac, her eyes glazed over with lust.
    Isaac had to restrain himself from taking her again on the table. Instead, he kissed her once more and then began to lick along the trail he’d left behind. This time her hands found his head, and she knit her fingers through his short hair, clutching him closer as his mouth strayed from the trail and to her breasts.
    â€œI ignored these before,” he murmured as he nuzzled her soft pink nipples. “That was very, very wrong of me.”
    â€œAs long as you see the error of your ways...oh...”
    Her body arched up, seeking more contact with his body. He swept her into his arms. “Fuck breakfast.”
    â€œNo, fuck me,” she suggested.
    There was no need to ask him twice.
    * * *
    Sofia positioned a feather pillow behind her back as Isaac reappeared with the room service cart. She clapped her hands as he picked up the tray and presented it to her.
    â€œI don’t think I’ve ever been this hungry,” she admitted, pretty sure he could hear her stomach growling.
    â€œMe either.” Isaac’s tone was suggestive as he stole a kiss.
    She pushed him away, shaking her head. “Food. You need to be on set in an hour.”
    â€œActually I was thinking about food.” He dropped onto the bed beside her. “I think I have a twenty-four-hour fasting limit. I’m disappointed in myself.”
    â€œMan can’t live on pussy alone,” Sofia pointed out, buttering a biscuit.
    He tickled her stomach. “Not yet. One can only hope evolution takes its proper course.”
    â€œHow do you get anything done with your libido?” She pushed him away and moved the tray between them as a precaution. They’d started to order food at least three times yesterday. At one point, they’d got as far as getting dressed to go out before they’d wound up pressed against the hotel room door. A physical barrier might be the only hope they had of not screwing themselves to starvation.
    â€œI assure you that I’m not a walking Viagra ad all the time.” His mouth quirked into a crooked grin as he stole the other half of her biscuit. “You bring it out in me.”
    â€œI hope not, because I think you’re supposed to see a doctor if your condition persists longer than four hours.” She swatted away his wandering hand