and more play, starting tonight. She drew in a deep breath
and prayed they’d get to their room before anyone saw them here.
“I have a room with a king-size bed available. Will that be all right?”
“Perfect.” Tucker shot her a smirk and she felt her cheeks heat.
How many more embarrassing questions could this desk clerk ask? There couldn’t possibly
be any more. He’d pretty much covered everything he could to humiliate her.
Yes, only one night. Yes, the bigger the bed the better. Yes, we’ll be having lots
of sex. Thank you for asking.
“Do you need help with your luggage?”
She nearly choked as the hotel employee managed to come up with one more thing she
hadn’t even considered.
No, no luggage. Just sex.
“No, thanks. We’re good.” Cool as a cucumber, as he had been through the entire check-in,
Tucker picked up the pen and signed the paper the clerk had pushed toward him.
“We’re all set then. Check-out is eleven, and elevators are to your right.”
“Great. Thanks.” Tucker slid the signed form back and took the keycard from him. After
slipping the small piece of plastic into his back pocket, he took her hand in his
and turned toward the elevators.
At least that part of the night was over, but even though she couldn’t wait to get
out of sight of the lobby and the front desk, Tucker moved at his usual pace. Something
between an amble and a stroll. It would be very atmospheric in an old Western movie.
Here and now, it made the New Yorker in her cringe as she fought the urge to sprint—or
at least power-walk—to their destination.
When they finally reached the elevators and were out of earshot of the clerk, she
turned to glance at Tucker. “I’m so embarrassed.”
He frowned down at her from beneath his ever-present cowboy hat. The bad-girl side
of her—the one she hadn’t known existed until Emma forced her to go to the rodeo to
look for cowboys in the first place—couldn’t help wondering if Tucker normally took
his hat off to have sex or if he left it on. It was like a fist to the stomach when
she realized she’d know one way or the other very soon. Wow.
“Embarrassed about what?” he asked, knocking the image of him, naked except for his
hat, out of her spinning brain.
“He must know why we’re here. What we’re doing.” Even though there was no one nearby,
Becca kept her voice as low as humanly possible.
“You mean that we’re checking in to have sex ?” He leaned toward her and hissed the last word in an exaggerated whisper tinged
with a laugh. “Becca, why would he assume that?”
“Because it’s practically the middle of the night.” She opened her eyes wide. Jeez.
It was so obvious.
“So? We could just as easily be two weary travelers looking for a place to rest on
a long journey.” The smirk on Tucker’s face told Becca he was enjoying this a little
too much. She, on the other hand, was not.
She frowned. “We don’t look like travelers. We don’t even have any luggage.”
“You’re so cute being embarrassed. Just because we don’t have luggage.” He smiled
and ran one hand up her arm. “If you want, I can go get my gear bag from the truck
and carry it past the front desk so he thinks it’s our overnight bag.”
“No.” She rolled her eyes at his suggestion. “That won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is Oklahoma, the rodeo state. He’ll probably know it’s full of bull
stuff and think we’re doing kinky things upstairs with it or something.” She felt
the scowl settle on her face at the thought. Best to leave it alone and cut their
losses.
“First of all, Oklahoma is the Sooner State, not the rodeo state. But besides that,
I’m trying to imagine what kind of kinky things we could possibly do with the bull stuff in my gear bag.” Tucker raised a brow. “I suppose we could get creative with the
tape I use to wrap my wrist. There is the cowbell hanging on my
and prayed they’d get to their room before anyone saw them here.
“I have a room with a king-size bed available. Will that be all right?”
“Perfect.” Tucker shot her a smirk and she felt her cheeks heat.
How many more embarrassing questions could this desk clerk ask? There couldn’t possibly
be any more. He’d pretty much covered everything he could to humiliate her.
Yes, only one night. Yes, the bigger the bed the better. Yes, we’ll be having lots
of sex. Thank you for asking.
“Do you need help with your luggage?”
She nearly choked as the hotel employee managed to come up with one more thing she
hadn’t even considered.
No, no luggage. Just sex.
“No, thanks. We’re good.” Cool as a cucumber, as he had been through the entire check-in,
Tucker picked up the pen and signed the paper the clerk had pushed toward him.
“We’re all set then. Check-out is eleven, and elevators are to your right.”
“Great. Thanks.” Tucker slid the signed form back and took the keycard from him. After
slipping the small piece of plastic into his back pocket, he took her hand in his
and turned toward the elevators.
At least that part of the night was over, but even though she couldn’t wait to get
out of sight of the lobby and the front desk, Tucker moved at his usual pace. Something
between an amble and a stroll. It would be very atmospheric in an old Western movie.
Here and now, it made the New Yorker in her cringe as she fought the urge to sprint—or
at least power-walk—to their destination.
When they finally reached the elevators and were out of earshot of the clerk, she
turned to glance at Tucker. “I’m so embarrassed.”
He frowned down at her from beneath his ever-present cowboy hat. The bad-girl side
of her—the one she hadn’t known existed until Emma forced her to go to the rodeo to
look for cowboys in the first place—couldn’t help wondering if Tucker normally took
his hat off to have sex or if he left it on. It was like a fist to the stomach when
she realized she’d know one way or the other very soon. Wow.
“Embarrassed about what?” he asked, knocking the image of him, naked except for his
hat, out of her spinning brain.
“He must know why we’re here. What we’re doing.” Even though there was no one nearby,
Becca kept her voice as low as humanly possible.
“You mean that we’re checking in to have sex ?” He leaned toward her and hissed the last word in an exaggerated whisper tinged
with a laugh. “Becca, why would he assume that?”
“Because it’s practically the middle of the night.” She opened her eyes wide. Jeez.
It was so obvious.
“So? We could just as easily be two weary travelers looking for a place to rest on
a long journey.” The smirk on Tucker’s face told Becca he was enjoying this a little
too much. She, on the other hand, was not.
She frowned. “We don’t look like travelers. We don’t even have any luggage.”
“You’re so cute being embarrassed. Just because we don’t have luggage.” He smiled
and ran one hand up her arm. “If you want, I can go get my gear bag from the truck
and carry it past the front desk so he thinks it’s our overnight bag.”
“No.” She rolled her eyes at his suggestion. “That won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is Oklahoma, the rodeo state. He’ll probably know it’s full of bull
stuff and think we’re doing kinky things upstairs with it or something.” She felt
the scowl settle on her face at the thought. Best to leave it alone and cut their
losses.
“First of all, Oklahoma is the Sooner State, not the rodeo state. But besides that,
I’m trying to imagine what kind of kinky things we could possibly do with the bull stuff in my gear bag.” Tucker raised a brow. “I suppose we could get creative with the
tape I use to wrap my wrist. There is the cowbell hanging on my
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