Part 491
"I thought they’d never leave," Nick cracked as he wandered out of the bedroom with a towel around his waist and nothing else on. His hair was wet and he’d obviously just stepped out of the shower.
"Nice outfit Carter, I say we just stay in the room all morning and …" Becca grinned, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
Nick gasped in mock outrage. "Now I get it. I understand perfectly. You only want me for my body, don’t you. I’m nothing more than a piece of flesh that you use to satisfy your needs and-"
Becca pressed a wet kiss to the center of his chest as she pulled the towel away, letting it drop to the floor in a damp heap. "You’re saying that’s a problem?" She grinned as he moaned and then wrapped her fingers around his soft cock, which immediately began to harden. "I’m getting another message entirely." She stroked him lazily as he shivered, and smiled as she licked the drops of water from his chest.
"Bec-" Nick wrapped his fingers through her hair, intent upon pulling her away, but he couldn’t seem to find the strength to accomplish the task. A strangled sound emanated from deep in his throat as Becca wrapped her thumb and forefinger just under the head and squeezed, pushing a small drop of moisture to the top, which she rubbed over the smooth flesh, coating it thoroughly.
"Garrett’s still asleep, Nick."
"So?" he gasped, still unable to make himself pull away from her.
"We could go back to bed and finish this," she whispered sexily.
"Bec, it’s still too soon. Crap-" he gasped as she added a funky little twist of her wrist to the torture she was inflicting on him.
"Maybe for me, but not for you." One of her hands had slipped around behind him and was presently alternating between squeezing his ass and dipping teasingly into the soft, fleshy crack at the base of his spine.
"Damn, Becca." He pulled her face roughly up, and as his lips crashed down on hers a knock sounded on the door.
"Nick-" she managed, breaking the kiss even as his mouth sought hers once more. Becca moaned as Nick’s tongue teased her own, and she would have pulled him down to the plushly carpeted floor if they hadn’t heard it again.
This time the knock was followed by a booming voice they’d know anywhere.
"Carter? You in there?"
Once again, Becca wrenched her mouth from Nick’s. "Shit, it’s Billy."
"So what? Ignore him. He’ll go away." The words had no sooner passed his lips than they heard the unmistakable sound of a key card activating the lock on the door. "Oh fuck me." Nick glanced toward the bedroom, knowing he’d never make it that far in the state he was in.
Thinking quickly, Becca hurriedly picked up his towel and tossed it at him, at the same time smoothing her hair and heading to the door to intercept their visitor.
"Billy," she smiled brightly. "What a pleasant surprise."
Billy looked at Becca, then to Nick, and then back at Becca. "I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important," he grinned, taking in the state of Becca’s hair and the difficulty Nick seemed to be having breathing.
"No, of course not," Becca blushed.
Nick was less tactful. "What do you want?" he barked.
"Well, and a pleasant good morning to you too, Mr. Sunshine," he laughed, completely enjoying their discomfort.
"Billy-" Becca began.
"This fax just came in for you. I thought it might be important." He handed a manila envelope to Becca, who tore into it eagerly.
"Nick! It’s our music!" She giggled like a little girl on Christmas as she leafed through the pages, her mind already rehearsing the notes.
Nick sighed, knowing full well that the ‘moment’ was gone and already forgotten. "Thanks, Billy," he smiled though gritted teeth.
"No problem, boss," Billy grinned. As he walked toward the door, he made a point to look back at Nick. Pointing to his very pronounced erection he added, "Cold shower will take care of that in no time."
Nick pulled the towel even tighter around his hips and bit back the first retort that sprang to mind. "Thanks a heap. I’ll keep that in mind."
He could still hear Billy chuckling as he closed the door, but Becca’s attention was completely on the music in her head.
"Nick, I need a piano, the bridge isn’t written out the way it is in the recording."
‘This was your idea’ Nick reminded himself. "I’ll get dressed and we can head downstairs. There has to be a vacant meeting room or dining room with a piano in it. I’ll talk to the manager."
Fifteen minutes later they approached the front desk, where a young, pretty clerk was busily typing reservations into the computer.
"Excuse me?" Becca asked. The receptionist didn’t seem to hear her. "Umm … excuse me?"
Becca tried again, and still got no response. Looking up at Nick she shrugged her shoulders.
Nick leaned on the counter and spoke up. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help us?"
That seemed to do the trick. The sound of Nick’s voice worked like magic. The petite girl looked up and smiled from ear to ear.
"Mr. Carter! Good morning, what can I do for you?" She leaned on the counter facing Nick, just about two inches away from losing any professionalism she might have left.
"I hope so," he smiled, looking down into her hopeful, upturned face. "We need-"
"We need," Becca interrupted, "a small room with a piano." The girl’s head did a quick turn and she looked at Becca as if just noticing her for the first time. "If that’s not too much trouble," she added with a sweet and innocent smile of her own.
Nick snickered as the stunned young woman looked from his wife and then back to him. "My wife and I need to practice for a while."
"Oh. Your-"
"Hi …." Becca looked down at the name badge on her chest, "Caryn. I’m Becca. Becca Carter," she added with just the slightest hint of emphasis on the last name.
"Let me get the manager," she whispered and skittered off to the offices around the corner of the reception area.
"Damn Bec," Nick chuckled, "possessive much?"
"Only around perky little girls who don’t know how to spell their names," she sniffed.
Nick roared and hugged her close. "Jealousy … that’s a new look for you Bec, I kinda like it!"
"Smart ass," she mumbled. "Don’t go giving me any reasons to show it to you again any time soon."
"Mr. Carter? I’m Jason Wright, one of the mangers." The tall graying man reached out a hand to Nick, and smiled as Nick shook it firmly.
"Mr. Wright, I need a favor. We need a room with a piano for a couple of hours, is there anything available?"
"Well, our banquet room is already set up for a luncheon … I know. What about our lounge? It doesn’t open until late this evening, and there’s a piano in there. You’re more than welcome to work in there, and no one will disturb you."
"That would be great, thank you!" Nick beamed and in spite of the look Becca shot him, he turned back to Caryn with a smile. "Thanks again, Caryn, you were most helpful." Leaning over the desk, he kissed her on the cheek and Becca had to stifle the laughter that almost bubbled forth. The poor girl looked as if she were about to melt, right there in the lobby of a four star hotel.
Nick picked up Garrett’s carrier, took Becca’s hand and set off behind Mr. Wright.
"You’re incorrigible," she whispered with a giggle.
"No, baby, I’m good. VERY good."