Thank God for those morning runs.

Audrey smiled, moving her hips back and forth, listening to the swooshing sound the skirt made. Biting on her lip, she hoped that Tate liked her dress. It was a little young, but Betsy Johnson knew her stuff, and Audrey loved her clothes. The more she stared at the dress, the more she thought she should change. She wasn’t 21 anymore. She was older and this dress wasn’t really her age. But before she could even look for another dress, she heard Tate running up the stairs. He was running late. He had fallen asleep after his afternoon workout, but she didn’t mind. She wanted him to sleep when he could.

When he appeared at the door, Audrey’s mouth started to water. He wore a black fitted tailored suit with a light pink tie that matched the skirt of her dress. His hair was slicked to the side, and of course, he was drop dead gorgeous. He smiled, looking her over before he jerked his head to the door.

“Love, we’re late. You ready?”

Well shit, he can’t say I looked nice? Audrey thought as she made her way towards him. “Yeah, do I look okay?”

Tate nodded, “Gorgeous, baby, let’s go.”

Narrowing her eyes since she didn’t like his quick answer, she said, “You look great.”

“Thanks, come on.”

“Are you sure this dress is okay? I think I look fat.”

“What? Stop being stupid, come on,” Tate said rushing her out the room.

“Wow thanks for the reassurance!”

“Reassurance? Audrey, I look at you and I’m hard, I mean, shit,” he said taking her hand in his and pressing it to his rock hard dick. Audrey gasped looking up into his, dark-with-lust blue eyes, “I want you, all the time, baby. You are gorgeous with clothes on and without. Don’t you ever forget that. Now come on. We are late.”

Well didn’t that just catch her on fire from head to toe?

“Tate, give me a second,” she gasped, her hand on her chest while her other was still in his; “You can’t say something like that and then expect me to be okay. I want to climb up your body and hump your face, not go to some party. Sheesh.”

Tate’s mouth quirked up on the side as he slowly moved his arms around her, pressing his hardness against her. “You want to climb me?”

“Like a damn tree.”

Tate chuckled, his nose moving lazily up her neck, trailing kisses before he nipped at her ear lobe. “And hump me, is that right?”

Audrey could only nod to his low throaty voice. He knew it made her drip with want, and he knew what he was doing when he pinned her with those bedroom eyes. So he shouldn’t have been too surprised when she grabbed his face, and pressed her lips to his in delirious need. Tate took her by her hips, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. When he assaulted her mouth with his tongue, she felt his hand go between their bodies, freeing his throbbing c**k and pushing aside her panties before he entered her with one smooth thrust. She gasped out in his mouth, moaning as he filled her completely, his fingers still teasing her lips as she moved up and down his length.

“Is this the humping you spoke of?” he asked when he parted from her mouth.

Audrey smiled, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck before she started to rock against him, fast and frantically. Tate moved against the wall, pushing her back against it as he took control. Slamming into her, she started bucking and arching against him, until they were colliding in a perfect rhythm. It was fantastic, and when he pulled the top of her dress down, taking her nipple in his mouth, she came. Harder than ever. Screaming, she dug her nails into his shoulder as the end of her heels dug into his butt and her body squeezed his.

Audrey let her head fall back as Tate feasted on her breast. He had snaked his arms up her back to hold her shoulders while continuing to pound into her as little gusts of air left her lips. When he came, he bit down on her breast, and for once the pain was actually pleasing, causing Audrey to let out a hiss. Taking a gust of breath, Tate leaned his head against her neck. Audrey had her eyes closed as her body shook in the aftershocks.

Tate pulled back and grinned at her, “So are you reassured that you are the hottest woman ever to me? I can’t even control myself around you.”

As she giggled, her cheeks warmed and so did her heart. Didn’t he realize that to her he was the hottest man ever, and that she was probably going to love him for the rest of her life? “Yeah, but now I gotta change.”

“So my plan of not being late backfired.”

“Yup, ‘cause we are so going to be late now.”

Audrey held onto Tate’s arm tightly as they walked into the Gaylord Opryland Hotel. The Assassins’ Christmas party was being held in the atrium and when they entered, Audrey was breathless. The whole place was filled with white lights; they dropped from the ceiling, all around the foliage, and covered the huge white gazebo in the middle of the room. There were huge Christmas trees everywhere trimmed with white lights. The cool thing about the trees was that each player’s number hung from purple and black ribbon. It was really neat, and Audrey couldn’t wait for the night to unfold.

Tate placed a kiss on her temple and she grinned up at him as her nervousness coursed through her body. “You look stunning, love,” he said softly.

Audrey face broke in a wide grin as she held his arm tightly, “Thank you.”

“I was hoping you would disagree with me.”

Her brows gathered together in confusion, “Why’s that?”