Eloise

After browsing around Bloomingdale’s, we stepped out of the store and continued our shopping spree. We needed to cross the street because I wanted to go to the American Girl store and look at a doll for Hannah’s birthday that was coming up. As we approached a crosswalk, we only had five seconds left to cross.

“Come on,” Christian spoke as he grabbed my hand.

“No way. We won’t make it.”

“We will.” He smiled as we ran across the street, my hand in his.

We made it to the other side just as the stop signal appeared.

“Told you we’d make it,” he spoke. “Life is all about taking chances.”

“Taking a chance to get killed?” I arched my brow at him.

He chuckled as my hand was still locked in his. I looked down and then up at him. A feeling between us was felt as he gave me a small smile and let go.

“So why are we going into the American Girl store?” he asked.

“My friend Scarlett has a little girl named Hannah and her birthday is coming up. I’d love to get her one of those bitty babies to play with.”

We walked into the store and looked around at all the American Girl Dolls that were on display.

“Wow. This store is very— girly,” Christian spoke.

“On my eighth birthday, my parents took me to the one in New York on Fifth Avenue. I thought they brought me there to pick out a doll, but when we walked into the store, we were escorted to the private dining room where my parents had arranged a birthday party for me and eight of my girlfriends.”

“You must have been very surprised.”

“I was. They took me over to the table, and when I sat down in my chair, my mom handed me a big box. I’ll never forget the feeling inside me when I opened that box and inside was an American Girl doll who looked just like me.”

“Did she have a name?” Christian asked.

“I named her Maggie. We celebrated my birthday with my friends and our dolls and after, my mom and dad took me around the store and let me pick out two outfits for her. She was my best friend and I divulged my deepest and darkest secrets to her.” I smiled.

“Do you still have her?”

“No. When I was fourteen, my parents and I were out to dinner when we got a call from our neighbor that our home was on fire. We lost just about everything, including Maggie.”

“I’m sorry, Eloise.” He lightly touched my arm.

I looked over at him with a small smile.

“Thank you. I was devastated and it took me a long time to get over it. To be honest, I’m not sure that I am. This is the first time since losing her that I’ve stepped inside an American Girl store. I know it sounds weird.”

“Just a little, but I won’t hold it against you.” He smiled.

We found the section with the Bitty Babies and I picked one out. Glancing over at the outfits, I asked Christian to help me.

“Which one do you like?” I asked.

“For the doll?”

“Of course for the doll.” I laughed.

“This two-piece set with the cat on it is cute. Oh look, it comes with matching cat slippers.” He smiled as he held them up.

“Those are pajamas.”

“So? Do you really think a two-year-old will know the difference?” He smirked.

“It is cute.” I picked up the outfit and looked at it. “Good choice, Mr. Blake.”

“I do have good taste, and not just in doll clothes.” He winked.

A flutter erupted in my belly. We walked up to the counter and I set the doll and pajamas down.

“Hello.” The sales girl behind the counter smiled. “Your daughter is going to love this. How old is she?”

“Oh, it’s—” I began to speak.

“She’s two,” Christian spoke up. “She’s an absolute angel. I’ll never forget the day she was born. It was the best day of my life.”

“That’s sweet.” She grinned at him as I stared in disbelief.

“She’s the apple of my eye. Daddy’s little girl,” Christian spoke.

“Is she here with you?” the sales girl asked.

“No. She’s back home.” Christian put his arm around me. “We’re on a little romantic getaway.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.”

I pulled out my credit card and handed it to her. After I signed, she handed Christian the bag.

“Thank you and enjoy the rest of your romantic getaway.” She smiled.

“Oh we will.”

We walked out of the store and I stopped on the sidewalk and gave Christian a swift slap on his chest.

“Why did you do that?”

“Ouch. Why not? I don’t understand why people just assume things. She should have asked who the doll was for, not just jumped to the conclusion that it was for our daughter.”

“We don’t have a daughter!”

“Exactly! Anyway, you have to admit it was a little fun to play along.” He smiled.

I didn’t respond because I didn’t want him to know that it kind of turned me on.

“I’m hungry. Are you?” he asked.

“Yeah. I am.”

“Good. Let’s go get some lunch. I know this great place. It’s not too far from here.”

“I hope you’re talking about the Grand Lux Café,” I spoke.

“I am. You know the place?”

“One of my favorite Chicago restaurants.” I smiled. “The last time I was there was with the girls about two years ago.”

“It’s one of my favorites too.”

We enjoyed lunch, talked, laughed, and then headed back to the hotel.

“I think I’m going to take a nap,” I spoke. “I’m tired from being up so early and I feel like we might have a late night.”

“A nap sounds good. I think I’ll take one too,” Christian spoke.

As we approached our rooms, Christian glanced over at me.

“Have a nice nap.” He smiled.

“You too.”

I opened the door and stepped inside. Setting my bag down on the floor, I changed out of my clothes and into the comfy white robe that was hanging in the closet. I was thirsty, so I opened the mini fridge and took out a can of Coke. I needed ice. I couldn’t drink pop without it. Grabbing the ice bucket, I opened the door and looked down the hallway to make sure nobody was around. The room where the ice was located was only a few doors down. I filled the bucket and headed back to my room. Oh shit. I forgot my key. Sighing, I lightly knocked on Christian’s door. He answered it wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants. My senses heightened as I could still smell that damn Chanel cologne on him. I gulped more than once as he stood there and smiled at me.

“May I ask why you’re standing in the hallway in a robe?”

“I went to get some ice and forgot my key, so I need to enter my room through your room.”

“Oh. Come on in.” He waved his hand. “What are you planning on using the ice for?” He smirked.

“My pop.” I arched my brow at him. “What else would I use it for?”

“I don’t know. Ice can be used in many different ways for many things.” A cunning smile crossed his lips.

I felt like I was going to hyperventilate as I opened the adjoining door.

“Enjoy your ice, Miss Moore.”

I glared at him from across the room as he chuckled and shut the door. I put some ice into my glass, poured some pop into it, and took a few sips before lying down. I made myself comfortable on the bed and closed my eyes. Images of Christian moved through my head, sending an ache so fierce down below that I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck it,” I said as I jumped out of bed.

Walking over to the adjoining door, I knocked on it and Christian stood there and looked at me.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

I threw myself at him and locked my lips on his. He placed his hands on each side of my face as our kiss continued.

“Are you sure?” he asked me as he broke our kiss.

“Just shut up before I change my mind.”

His hands untied my robe and he slid it off my shoulders while our lips tangled together. Laying me down on the bed, he hovered over me and broke our kiss as his eyes burned into mine.

“This is just sex,” I spoke. “Only sex.”

“I agree. Just sex,” he moaned as his lips traveled to my breasts.

His tongue slid over my hardened nipples before his lips wrapped tightly around each one. My breath hitched as tingling sensations soared through my body. The arousal down below was savage and it felt like an orgasm was ready to explode. Moans escaped me as his mouth slid down my torso and navigated its way down to my clit. The soft strokes of his tongue against me made my body tremble and an orgasm to erupt that sent my head spinning out of control.

“That didn’t take long.” He smiled as he looked up at me.

It didn’t matter to him that I already came because he continued to explore me, not only with his mouth but with his fingers. His tongue focused on my clit while he dipped a finger inside me. A jolt of ecstasy opened the gates to a whole new world. A world of sensations that I’d never felt before. How the fuck was this possible? When he was satisfied and done exploring, he stood up and pulled down his sweatpants. The sight of his beautiful cock once again elated me. I quivered at the sight of it, already knowing the pleasure it gave me once before. I lay there in anticipation while he tore open a condom and rolled it on. He slowly climbed on top and hovered over me. After gently kissing my lips, he pushed a strand of my hair from my face, and with a smile, he spoke, “We’re going to take it slow this time.” I trembled beneath him as his lips softly pressed against the flesh of my neck. My arms wrapped tightly around him as he pushed himself inside me. Slow, steady, and rhythmic with each orgasm-inducing thrust. I threw my head back at the happiness my body felt while his lips caressed mine.

Soft moans erupted from his throat as he moved in and out while my nails dug into his back.

“God, you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear.

“So do you,” I spoke with bated breath.

He sat back, placed his hands firmly on my hips, and picked up the pace, hitting all the right spots as my body prepared to dive into oblivion. My sensual sounds heightened, and I placed my hands on his firm and muscular chest. The inevitable happened and a second orgasm took over my body, sending a rush not only through me, but also to Christian. His grip tightened as he halted deep inside me, straining, moaning, and fully reveling in a moment of pure joy.

He collapsed on top of me, his hands on each side of my head, softly stroking my hair with his thumbs. Our breathing was out of control and our rapid heartbeats struggled to get back to normal. I lay there, underneath him, our sweaty bodies pressing against one another, reminding us of the pleasure we had just given each other.

“So much for our naps,” he spoke with a sense of humor as he rolled off me and removed the condom.

“Right?” I tried to make light of the now awkward situation as I sat up holding the sheet against me.

I watched his hot naked body walk across the room and into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I climbed off the bed and slipped on my robe while he stood in the doorway of the bathroom and stared at me with a smile on his face.

“I should go take a shower,” I nervously spoke as I pointed to my room.

“Yeah. I should too. We need to be downstairs in the restaurant at six o’clock.”

I gave him a small smile and stepped into my room. With my hand on the handle, getting ready to pull the door shut, I looked at him.

“It was only sex, Christian. Nothing else.”

“I know, Eloise. No worries.”