Chapter Eleven
Emily
After I reach the edge in his arms, I can’t believe that he didn’t put his fingers in my pussy or even give me oral sex. It happened so easily, and the worse part is that I want more. My body’s starting to get aroused again, “Please, Marvin! Don’t stop.” My body’s shaking and I’m recovering but still craving more.
He chuckles and continues peppering kisses up and down my neck. Marvin’s driving me crazy. Just having him nearby, hearing his voice in my ear, is enough to get me hot under the collar.
Everything that’s happening this weekend started is a new experience for me, and if I have to be honest, I love it. I should be looking out of the window and worrying about passer-by’s hearing me scream at the back of the limo. I know for sure Kurt heard me, but I don’t care as I wriggle in his arms, trying to turn around and place my mouth against his. I want more kisses with champagne. My wriggling pushes us closer, and I hear him moan as his big, fat cock presses against my ass.
I roll my hips back against his, pressing against his erection, causing us both to moan.
“If you keep doing that, Emily, I won’t be held responsible for what I do to you,” he warns. One hand is on my breast, but the other travels down to in between my thighs. The panties aren’t panties. It’s more of a lace gold belt that moves across my waist. He has easy access to do the thing that I desire the most, but he’s teasing me as he gets so close to my folds.
“Hmm, I want you so fucking bad right now!”
I hum, “What’s stopping you?”
My eyes are closed as I can’t even open them. I can’t see a thing, we could be in the middle of the Grand Canyon for all to see and the thought of it excites me even more.
“I’m so wet, for you right now.”
My aching sex is begging for him to take me.
“My pants are so wet right now. You’re not dripping; you’re like a reservoir that’s been set free just flowing all over me.”
I lay my head back over his shoulder, arching my chest into his hand as I roll my hips into his palm. I’m panting for breath, and it turns to gasps as his hand pulls away from my sex to slide under the top of my panties.
“Fuck!” I cry out when he touches me, which makes me roll my hips again, pushing my ass back into his cock, then pressing my pussy harder against his hand. I’m trying to get him to put pressure where I need it the most, but he’s toying with me.
“Marvin, please,” I chant as if I’m a broken record.
“What is it, Emily,” he says teasingly in my ear.
“Touch me!”
“But I am touching you,” he retorts.
I growl lightly. My hands are resting on his thighs, and I don’t remember when they moved there, but I use them. I press his hand between my legs even harder against my sex and arch my back to reach my other hand around me to touch his cock.
“Dammit, Emily,” Marvin growls against my neck.
I laugh, breathless. “Good!”
He starts to make primal animal sounds, the same thing that he did last night and I know what that means, he’s ready to take it that step further. There's a peck on the side of my neck, at my pulse, then he’s pulling his hands away, making me moan in disappointment.
“Marvin. Don’t stop…”
I say out of desperation.
“Shh, Emily. We’re just getting a little comfortable.”
He has shifted me so that I’m back on my knees. I gasp as his hands slowly move over my hips. My face is fired up because I’m pretty much naked in the back of the limo. The cool air-con doesn’t reduce my body temperature as he builds a fire of passion within me.
His hands on my hips push down on my gold belt. He slides it off and then he does the same with my bra. Even though my breasts are already out. I’m completely naked and blindfolded; I know that he can’t resist me now.
“Now what?”
I ask impatiently thinking that he’s completely changing the momentum and I’m scared that he’s going to back out once again.
Marvin sucks in a harsh breath. “Sorry, just needed a moment to look at you. You’re beautiful, Emily.”
“Marvin,” I say, my voice a definite whine because I’m too far gone to be embarrassed now. It’s not like my face can burn any hotter, anyway. “Come inside me.”
I’m on my knees in front of him, lips parted, feeling wet and swollen, sweat slicking down my forehead. Whatever sight is there for him to see, he loves it if the groan that comes out of him is anything to go by.
“Up,” he commands, “on the seat. Lie on your back with me, Emily.”
I whimper as I scramble to do what he says, in spite of my impatience. There’s enough self-consciousness left in me that I don’t want to slip and look like an idiot to him and ruin the mood in the process. There isn’t so much room that I’d have to search for the seat, though, my hands touching smooth leather as I reach them out. I use them to guide me, so I sit down, then move to lie on my back. I end up with my back pressed against the door, my legs pressed against Marvin, though he moves to give me more room.
Then, without warning, he takes one of my legs, the one pressed against the back of the seat, and throws it over his shoulder, spreading my thighs as he moves into the space left between. I gasp and squirm a little because I can't see, but I know I’m bared to him completely, and I can almost feel the weight of his gaze as his eyes rove over my body.
“This view is much better,” he says, voice husky, and I moan. “It’s too much, Emily. I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”
“Then don’t,” I retort, reaching out for him. When my hands grab onto his arms, I slide my hands up to his shoulders, then to wrap around his neck and drag him down.
His lips collide with mine in a harsh, wet kiss. The position is a little uncomfortable, but I don’t say anything about it because I find myself speechless. I feel his lips wrap around a nipple and gently tug on it; then he does the same on the other side. He slides kisses down my abdomen, my body trembling because I know where this is going. Proved right when I feel his warm breath between my thighs.
I'm already so wet, and ready for him. I can feel my clit twitch as he blows another warm breath over me, and then I’m trying not to reach for him to press against me. He moves on, and I cry out, my back arching against the seat as he swipes a broad lick up my pussy and flicks the tip of his tongue against my throbbing clit.
He flicks the tip of his tongue on my clit, over and over again. One of his hands grips the underside of the thigh I have over his shoulder, pushing it back into my chest as he licks all over my sex, then sucks lightly on my throbbing clit. I can feel him slide a single digit in my pussy and thrusting a couple of times, then adding a second and third finger in rapid succession. All I can do is squirm and moan at the provocative touch. At this rate, I know I’ll come before he’s even in me once again.
He moves away, and almost immediately I can hear the sound of foil ripping. Then, there’s silence, and I imagine him wrapping a condom around his cock. The image has a shiver racking through my body. Then his hands are back on me, catching both of my thighs to push them out further, just shy of uncomfortable.
I moan, still waiting, and my breath hitches when I feel the head of his cock rub against my sex, up and down, pressing at my entrance without going in, then sliding up and rubbing against my clit. I’m rolling my hips, trying to get him inside, but he's teasing me.
I feel his hands flex on my thighs, and still almost immediately, taking it as some sign. Then he's sliding in me, finally, and we both moan in relief when he's seated inside me to the hilt.
He’s sending punishing thrusts as his hips slap against my ass with every thrust, his hold on me keeping me in place for him.
“This is what you’ve been begging me for!”
My hands tighten on his shoulders.
“Ah, Marvin!”
I yell out as I try and take what he's giving to me because I can’t get any leverage to move into his harsh thrusts. I babble words that I don’t even recognize as if I’m speaking a foreign language. Marvin fucks me hard and fast, and the painful experience soon surpasses, just like when he was spanking me as it turns into bolts of pleasure.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I scream out as my body bursts in pleasurable waves that have me crying out and clutching at Marvin. He gives a hard thrust, then another, and follows me into orgasm. His hand presses against my thigh so that he can grind harder against me. Until his rhythm picks up and he’s thrusting so quickly, and making primal sounds that I know that I didn’t come alone.
“Emily, Emily, you are a bad girl. I was going to save that right for the end.”
“You were going to punish me a little longer.”
He laughs as he pulls away, “I don’t like the term punishment. Aren’t you enjoying it?”
He moves away from me and all of a sudden I feel blinded and helpless.
“Marvin?”
I stretch my hands out to try and touch him, but then I hear his voice as he says, “One minute. The limo’s stopped, don’t worry let’s get you fixed and then we’ll go back to the hotel.”
Are we back already?
A panic sets through me as I reach up and try and take my blindfold off, but then I feel his hands doing it for me.
He’s wearing a white shirt and matching pants; he looks completely relaxed as he kisses me on the lips. I inhale his woody scent and smile, “That’s the best tour I’ve ever been on.”
He smirks, “You’re not the only one. I enjoyed the ride.”
He lifts up my panties and holds them to his nose and closes his eyes.
“I want that as a memorabilia of how good you tasted, just put on your dress. I want to think about your invitation. Your pussy ready for me to take it whenever I want.”
I smile, “And where you want?”
He nods, “You’re learning Emily. A lot quicker than I could have ever envisaged.”
I take it as a compliment and as Kurt announces that we’re officially at the hotel. He asks Marvin if he enjoyed the tour.
“So, much so Kurt. That I might have to take it again before we leave.”
Marvin winks at me as I put on my dress. The red one that I had on before I put on the gold lingerie. My hair’s still damp. Hopefully, eventually, it’ll dry up later, but then by the sound of things. I doubt it.
Chapter Twelve
Marvin
As we leave the limo, I know that Emily needs her rest. She’s slouching, and it’s clear that she’s tired. If we go up, the last thing I’ll let her do is rest. Especially with my token of the tour safely in my back pocket.
“Let’s sit here for a while.”There’s a lounge area off to the side with several seats and tables arranged. Emily struggling to walk properly, which is understandable given what took place in the limo not so long ago.
“I don't want to sit down where there are people, Marvin,” she whispers as she gets closer, “Especially when I still don’t have my panties on.”
“Why ever not?” I quip back, and she wrinkles her nose up at me.
She’s clutching tightly to me as I hold her to my side. I’m pretty sure it’s not just because she has a little trouble walking on her feet or the missing panties.
“I feel sticky, and I want to shower and change.”
“And maybe a nap,” I added thoughtfully, my eyes sliding to her before facing forward.
“I don’t need a nap,” she grumbles. Then I notice she’s looking at me out the corner of her eye.
I laugh as I decide to take her to the room. Once I push the button for the elevator. I notice that no one else is inside. I take this opportunity to push her gently against one of the walls once the door’s close. I press my lips against hers only for a second.She whimpers, her body trembling slightly, and I can't tell if it’s her tiredness or eagerness for wanting more. I pull away thinking that she needs to get freshened up and anymore right now may leave her completely sore.
“I’m going to leave you alone so you can have some rest. You need it, Emily. Get something to eat, too.”
The last thing I want to do is starve her.
She pouts at me, my eyes sliding down to her tempting lips. “Marvin at least join me for a shower?” she flutters her eyelashes up at me.
The elevator comes to a stop, surprising both of us when the doors suddenly slide open. I take her hand and lead her out into the hallway. She’s regained herself enough to walk properly, if a little uncomfortable, on her own. I watch her face and notice the slight discomfort she tries to hide.
It’s another reason why I’m putting off any more activities for the day maybe I’ll leave it until tonight. I can tell by the way she’s walking and the look on her face that she’s sore. She wasn’t a virgin, but I doubt she’s seen much action in some time. I remember there being a couple of guys that Ben told me she was dating. Every time he said the words ‘Emily and her boyfriend’ a wave of jealousy would enter my mind, as much as I’ll like to think of me as being her first. I know that it’s not the case, but I do know that I must be the first to please her the way that I’ve done this weekend. So much so that I’ve had her begging for more.
We stop by her door, and she turns to face me, standing close, her face turned up so her eyes could meet mine. Unable to resist, I lean down for another kiss, this time just a soft brush of lips, before I make myself push back.
“I’ll see you later, Emily,” I say quietly.
She smiles softly at me, leaning up on her toes to peck my lips lightly. “You promise?”
I nod my head, “Have I ever broken one before?”
She shakes her head, then she lifts her hand, trying to put her key in and acting like a jilted bride. She said that she wants to freshen up and she obviously needs her rest. This is the best decision, to leave her. Even if it’s only for a little while.
As I turn and go into the adjoining room. I find myself lost as to what to do. Like her, I could have a shower, but then I don’t feel like it right now. As I check the time, I can’t believe that it’s so late.
I decide to hit the shower, and then I hover at her door. The room next to mine with my towel wrapped around my waist. I run my hand through my hair, thinking that this must be the first time. That I’m thinking of not sleeping alone.
Kurt gave us a tour; he must have been circulating for a while. I didn’t realize how late it is, and even though it’s a little early to sleep. I can’t imagine doing anything else right now.
***
I don’t even know if Emily’s aware that we’re due to leave this morning. I get up and knock on her door. I peep in to discover that she’s fast asleep and wrapped in a towel. My eyes sheepishly move across her body as I lift up the covers. She’s naked; it’s almost as if she was hoping that I’ll join her during the night.
I go back to my room and leave her a note. One that I know she’ll love for later on. She can take her time and get her energy back. I have a few calls to make and a flight to change for the both of us.
It doesn’t take long for me to get ready afterward, seeing as everything’s going to plan at work and there’s no emergency that I need to deal with for now. Roger’s one of the best secretaries that I’ve ever had, and I can see that not only is he forwarding my emails, but he’s checking up on them.
I send him a quick thank you note, before heading to the shower and getting ready. I decide on a dark gray suit. I leave my suite, walking at a brisk pace, heading for Emily's room, before I even have a chance to knock on her door. She opens the door, and I run my eyes over the dress that she’s wearing. It’s black, sleeveless, and goes down to her feet with matching black stiletto heels on her feet. She has one of her designs. I recognize it from her latest collection. The necklace adorns her neck with a matching bracelet on her wrist.
She looks mind-blowing, and she’s my date for the night.
“You’re beautiful, Emily. I can see that you got my note. Did you have anything urgent to do today in the office?”
She shakes her head, “No. I’m glad we got to stay another night. Thanks for the compliment,” she spins around and then laughs, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
I smirk, taking the complement.
"Shall we?" I ask, offering my arm.
She closes her door and steps toward me, slipping her hand around my elbow. I place a hand over hers, keeping her in place, and lead her to the elevator.
“Where are we going tonight?”
“Out to dinner. Just you and I. We can sit and get to know each other better.”
She giggles, “I thought that we’d done that already.”
I tilt my head to the side as I stop in my tracks, “Yes. But this will be different. We’ll have a conversation.”
She looks surprised at my admittance, but I didn’t expect us to be having this much fun and games. I wanted to get to know her differently. Not as her dad’s best friend, but as a friend possibly future lover.
I lead her to the elevator, and we enter in silence, and I sense that she’s thinking too hard about what I’d just said. She’s a thinker, one that likes to try and finding meaning in everything that’s said and done. As we step out of the elevator and glide out of the hotel, on cue Kurt is waiting for us with the limo.
Kurt nods and then greets us both. Swiftly he opens the door for us, being the gentleman that I am, I wait for Emily to step inside first.
It doesn’t take long for us to arrive at the restaurant and after Kurt announces it on the intercom. She looks up at me from under her lashes, biting her bottom lip, and the look goes straight to my cock. I wonder if she knows the effect she has on me and if she reacts the way she does to entice me. If yes, it's working. She gives the barest nod of her head, and I assume that is as much answer as I am going to get out of her for a while.
We lock eyes as we sat in the limo as if we’re strangers. I’m keeping my distance because I know that she must be hungry now. We’ve spent all weekend in each other’s pockets, and I’m aware that tomorrow is another day. One where we’ll go back to our old lives. If my plan works then, she needs to come to me. Not for sex, or for money, but only because she wants us to be together. The way that my cock’s begging to be inside her now. I’m not sure that I can resist the temptation to take her.
“Another hotel?”
Emily asks as she points to the MGM hotel which sits above Joël Robuchon’s restaurant.
I laugh and say, “I don’t make a habit of changing hotels?”
She raises an eyebrow and says, “Don’t you?”
I tell Kurt that we’ll call him when we’re finished and on that note, we’re alone again. We walk in sync to the restaurant, and as we reach the doors, we’re greeted by a pretty French hostess. She doesn’t hesitate once I say my name to direct us to our table.
I can tell that Emily’s fascinated by the chandeliers that hang and the beautiful textures of red and green that run from the wall as I casually walk through the restaurant. As her head moves in different directions. Then we grind to a halt, and the hostess opens the doors. Emily breaks the silence by asking, “Just us two?”
I nod, “Just the two of us.”
“Would you like the menu’s now or would you like something to drink as you settle in?”
I nod, “Can you bring just the wine menu for now?”
She smiles, “As you please. Enjoy your meal, Jean-Claude will be your waiter for the night. He’ll be here in a couple of minutes to give you the menus.”
Emily just stares at her, and then as soon as I walk up to the chair, ready for her to sit down. She tells me exactly how she feels.
“Wow, Marvin every time I think that you can’t surprise me. You go and surprise me even more.”
“Is that a compliment?”
She nods, “If you didn’t get that from what I said, then maybe you’re the one that’s tired.”
I got it alright, but there’s something about the way that she’s so relaxed right now that makes her seem even more enchanting.
“Why were you so quiet earlier?”
“I felt guilty,” she nods her head. ‘I thought that I should be at work. Or at least get there and then talk to the remaining staff about…”
“About the fact that you’re going to make the company great again?”
It brings a smile to her face. One that I’ve been longing for all night. Her red lipstick glimmers in the dim lighting.
There’s a knock on the door and once Jean-Claude, a tall, dark haired waiter enters through the door with our menu.
“Bonjour,” he nods as he walks through the door. He delicately shuts it behind him, and I start to discuss in French the options of our meal with the wine suggestions. Each time I have one eye on the menu and the other on Emily as her eyes wander around the room.
“D’accord. Merci Madame e Mademoiselle,” Jean-Claude nods as he walks back out of the room.
“What did he just say?”
Emily says with bolts of excitement.
“He just thanked us.”
“Marvin, is there anything that you can’t do? I never even knew that you could speak French and not even just a little, like a native.”
I smile as I tentatively reach for her hand and she offers it so naturally. I start stroking her fingers, remembering her touch and the fact that her hands are so soft.
“I spent some time in France when you were growing up. But you probably don’t remember?”
She shakes her head, “I remember that you used to leave for long periods of time. Dad used to laugh about you having a secret wife in France.”
“No, I just love their culture and most of all the language. That’s why I learned it so well. Besides I think of Paris as my sanctuary.”
“How comes?”
I stand up and look at the artwork on the wall wondering if I could show her what I’m talking about. There’s none that captures the beauty of the city, so I blurt out, “One day I’ll show you. I still have my apartment in the city, and I still go there from time to time.”
She sighs, “I would love that, it sounds like heaven.”
“I ordered for you, Emily. I hope you don’t mind?”
“I’m not as cultured as you are,” she winks at me. “I know that whatever you ordered would be a lot better than what I would have done.”
“Don’t understatement yourself all the time. You used to have such confidence as a child.”
“Not really,” she shakes her head, “I just think that I was better at hiding it.”
Maybe she has a point, I never thought of her as a person with doubts. Just a gentle soul who believed the best of everyone and had a gift and wanted to share it with the world.
I’m about to say something to her when Jean-Claude knocks on the door again. I know that it’s him because I was expecting him to come back at any moment.
“Viens ici!”
I sit back down and then Emily whispers, “Whenever you talk in French, it turns me on.”
As Jean-Claude and the other waiter leave the room. Not only did they bring the wine, but our meal too. I know the other waiter wants to stay to serve us. But I can do that myself, and besides that was the message I gave Jean-Claude when I was ordering earlier. That they should bring both courses on a tray and we’ll help ourselves when we’re ready. He was hesitant at my request, but when I explained that I wanted privacy. He didn’t hesitate in compiling with it.
“They’ve brought all the courses, apart from one thing.”
“Water?”
Emily asks as she looks at the tray. Trying to figure out what could be missing.
“No.”
“Okay Marvin, I give up. What did they forget?”
“Desert. I want to eat your pussy for desert.”
“Oh, what happened to us having a meal out.”
I laugh, “We’re doing that. But I want you so fucking badly that if I don’t leave this room without you screaming out with an orgasm. It’ll drive me insane.”
Emily blushes, but she smiles at me and starts to move closer to me.
“It tastes so much better than anything they could have served me on a plate.”
She holds her hand to her chest. “You say the sweetest things, Marvin.”
I stand up and start to get to work. We need to eat, I don’t want us to eat in a hurry, but knowing that after we’ve finished the courses, she’s next on the table. Gets me to work, as I say, “Madam, I will be your waiter for the evening. I’ll serve you and after it’s all done. I’ll please you. Better than any man you’ve ever known.”
I spin around and give her the first dish, and her eyes widen as she doesn’t look at the plate, but only me.
She whispers, “You’ve done that already.”
Her comment takes me aback, but I have a mission on my mind, and I could take her now, but I want us to enjoy tonight and then afterward I’ll be enjoying her sweet pussy.
***
I've been looking forward to this. I lean over her to kiss above her breast, but that isn’t where my focus is tonight. My hands slide under the slit of her dress and push it up around her waist. She raises her hips as I tug at her panties, and pull them off her legs, tossing them aside. I spread her thighs with my hands holding then out.
The table is just the right height that I can go down on my knees and press my mouth against her pussy, pressing my tongue inside before running it all over her sex with enthusiasm. The taste of her is strange after the wine, but so much better; so much more desirable.
Emily cries out when I first press my mouth against her, and I take her clit in my mouth and suck, scraping over it with my teeth. She rises on her elbows to look down at me, and I meet her eyes, pulling back and wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Lay back, princess and relax. It’s just you and me,” I murmur, my voice husky. She just stares at me, her jaw dropped. When she doesn't say anything, I dive back in. She moans, murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like taking the lord's name in vain, then her hands are in my hair, encouraging me. I smile against her sex, getting down to work.
Chapter Thirteen
Emily
It's almost hard to believe— almost hard to accept—that after that perfect last night together, it's all over.
I wake up in bed alone, but the space beside me is ruffled and a little warm, so I’m at least confident that Marvin slept in this bed with me. I start to blush as I remember all the other things we did on this bed. And other places in the hotel suite.
It’s Tuesday morning already, and in a few hours, I will be going home.
We haven't talked about what happens after our time together, and I debate whether to look for him so I can ask him. It’s the end of the weekend, I've upheld my end of our deal. My business is on the verge of closing, but now, after spending the weekend with Marvin things are going to turn around.
That's another thing. Now that my weekend with Marvin is over, I have to start thinking about my business. But my mind can't focus on it as it keeps wondering to Marvin.
I sigh to myself and get out of bed before freezing. My body is sore all over, especially between my thighs. I frown at myself. I’m starting to get greedy now, also ridiculous with how reluctant I was before accepting this deal at all. The fun is over, and we both have lives to get back to, and there’s no need to delay the inevitable.
But… does Marvin want our time together to be over? Because suddenly I think that I wouldn’t mind if we see more of each other.
What does Marvin even see in me?
I make my way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Afterwards, I stand in front of the sink, checking out my body in the mirror above the counter. My face warms in a blush, my mouth parting in awe because I can see some of where the ache is coming from. I have a bite mark on my left hip, and when I look down at the inside of my right thigh where I felt another deeper ache, there's another bite mark.
I laugh at the idea of leaving here with these memorabilia's as I reach for a towel to cover and rush out of the bathroom. My purse is on the nightstand, and I pick it up, checking inside for my phone and to see if I have any messages.
The idea that there are messages, but I'll deal with them later. I don't want to spoil the remainders of the trip and read them.
I leave the bedroom to see if Marvin’s in the suite. He isn’t, but there’s a note on the table. The last time I saw the table, he had me sprawled out like an eagle as he ate me as if there was no tomorrow.
I push the thoughts out of my mind and move to pick up the piece of paper. According to the note, I’m to wait for Marvin to come pick me up so we can head to the airport. I can order room service. I’m feeling hungry enough to eat something, and make the call to have breakfast brought up.
I order, and then I grab one of the bathing robes. I’ll get changed after I’ve eaten, I don’t feel like it right now. Once the food arrives and I’m sitting down to eat it, my thoughts start going around in circles. Not long after, the center of those thoughts walks into the suite wearing jeans and a black polo shirt. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen Marvin wearing jeans. Watching him come towards me, makes me realize that he’s too sexy. Just like Michelle was telling me when I arrived, and I did all the things that she said I should do. Not to have fun, but because I wanted him.
“Good afternoon. Wow, you’re awake!” he says surprised as he walks up to me and kisses me on the cheek.
“That’s because you keep tiring me out,” I smile at him. “Marvin, what time’s our flight?”
“You have at least twenty minutes to eat and get ready.”
“But, why didn’t you say anything earlier? I could have got ready.”
He laughs, “Don’t panic if we miss that flight. We’ll just get another one.”
I know that for him this is nothing, he can afford to just book one flight after another, but I still feel guilty about it.
“I wanted to make sure that you got the rest that you needed.”
He’s talking, but I’m too busy panicking about getting ready. I jump up and head for my room. I get dressed and put my things in order, then move to wait in the living room while Marvin does the same, but his pace is a lot slower than mine. I watch for a second as he has his clothes all folded and neatly puts them in his case. I just stuffed them in mine.
Afterward, I'm rushing out of the hotel. We stop by the reception so Marvin can drop the room key before heading outside. Again, I’m out of breath rushing, and he’s walking in his stride as if he’s got all the time in the world.
“I paid before coming up for my things. I left early to tie up things here, so we’re clear to go.”
“Okay,” I say as we get into the limo waiting for us beside the curb.
Kurt is dutifully holding the door open, “Ms. Crawford.” He nods, but I’m too busy thinking about getting on the plane, and I wish that he’ll call me Emily. There’s no need for him to be formal all the time.
“Kurt,” I blurt out as I hand him my case. The one that Marvin said that the bellboy could take and we didn’t have to rush down with it.
The drive to the airport is a quick one. It takes almost an hour before we can board our plane, but then we’re finally seated. It’s when the plane is gliding down the runway, about to take off, when everything settles down for me. I sigh a breath of relief, whereas Marvin’s still as cool as a cucumber.
“You panic too much.”
“Marvin you don’t panic enough,” I say as I’m still trying to catch my breath. That’s not the real reason that I’ve been panicking, so I say exactly what’s on my mind, “Is this it then?”
He coldly turns to me. The same way that he did when we first met in Vegas, “The deal was for the weekend. A weekend, and I give you the amount you wanted. The deal is done, isn’t it?”
His eyes watch me closely, or so I feel.
“I don’t want it to end. I don’t want our time together to end,” I clarify, in case he doesn't get what I mean.
I think he looks pleased as he takes my hand and lightly kisses the back of it. My breath catches as I meet his eyes, an intensity in them that I swear was not there a moment ago.
“It doesn’t need to if you don’t want it to end.”
I don’t, and I wish that I didn’t have the seatbelt on, because no longer do I feel tense, but I close my eyes and shriek inside my mouth as the excitement takes over me. Marvin has said exactly what I need to hear. I open my eyes, and he’s smiling at me. I wonder if he knew that this was going to happen all along?
I don’t care because I’m holding on to his hands and I have no intention of letting him go.