They arrived at the hotel fairly late at night. When Ellie stepped in, she stopped and gazed around. This hotel was twice as large and more opulent than the one in Philly. With a huge glass gold chandelier, red carpeting and lush sofas everywhere. This time, she looked around to see people that were laughing and chatting and they did seem to be on vacation. She took a deep breath and allowed Morgan to tug her along.
He hadn’t let go of her hand, the entire time. When he said he would comfort her and protect her…the man had meant it.
She then remembered what Joanna had said. Wedding. Would that be what he did? Take care of her and protect her. Make her feel safe and loved. Ellie rolled her yes. Look who is getting ahead of themselves!
They were ushered up to the penthouse at the top, of course.
The bell boy asked about luggage and Morgan laughed. He took out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to him. “It is all in the suites.”
The young kid stared at the bill in his hand. “Thank you sir!”
Ellie had watched. She used to be, or still was in the service industry and she knew this feeling. She gave the kid a bright smile. While with Morgan, she knew she would see this type of thing a lot, so she’d better act like it was nothing. Just like he did.
Morgan again, took a hold of her hand and led her inside.
She gaped. It made the one in Philly look like a studio apartment. This was—looked like a house! Her steps halted.
Morgan stopped with her and looked at her. “You okay?”
“Umm, yes. But is this just one suite? I mean it is both right?”
He grinned and led her across the marble floors, past the couches, the gold plated lamps and tables, then through past a full kitchen, to a hall.
“This is like a house!” she blurted out.
He laughed. “Yes, I suppose they made it to feel that way.” He stopped at door in the hallway, then tapped the screen with a few numbers. It clicked open and he tugged her inside. “This is your suite.”
Halting again, she stared around. It was gorgeous. She kept trying to look around but he kept pulling her forward and in past another kitchen, a Jacuzzi, plus a gym room, then to a door. “This is your bedroom.” He opened the door.
The room looked huge inside as big even as her entire brand new apartment. Velvet blankets on a canopy princess bed. Her mouth popped open.
Morgan chuckled and placed his fingers under her chin, closing her mouth. “Then here is the best part.” He walked over to a double set of doors and pulled them open.
Stepping forward in a bit of a daze, she peeked in. Again, her jaw went slack.
A closet, but not just a closet. It was like a huge fitting room; with rows and rows of dresses, outfits, shoe, hats, clutches and a make-up table. It was an entire room almost the same size as the bedroom. “It’s like they put a Macey’s inside a hotel suite!”
Morgan grinned at her. “Yeah, I suppose.”
She swung her gaze back over to him. “Is this where you…” Her voice hushed and she regretted the start of the question as soon as it left her mouth.
“Where I what?”
Shaking her head, she refused to finish.
He stepped closer. “Where I take my women?” he finished for her.
Her gaze rose up to his.
“No. This is provided for Hunt’s executives. This is the female’s suite.”
She let out a breath. “It isn’t any of my business, really.”
Morgan grabbed her hands and ducked to catch her gaze. “It is now. Let me say first, that with you in my life, there will be no other women, woman, or female besides you.”
Her eyes rose to meet his. “Why?”
Looking puzzled, Morgan shook his head. “Why what?”
“Am I enough? Why do you even want me?” There, she said it. It is out there now. The burning question she’d had since she met him.
Stepping into her body, he wrapped his arms around her. “Because I realized something.”
“W-what?”
“There is only one Ellie White in the world and she will be mine.” His voice had gone low and seemed to carry a vow.
Ellie felt stunned. He really thought she was this rare person? Why? These answers he gave, just added more questions in her mind.
He sighed and stepped back. “Now, it has been a long day and despite the short flight, you probably will feel jet lag. So, if you wish take a bath or shower and climb into your canopy bed.”
Ellie smiled up at him. “It is a princess bed.” She giggled.
He raised his brows and looked over at it. “Well, it is appropriate for you to sleep in then.” He lowered his mouth to hers and gave her a sweet kiss.
Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck and gave into his kiss.
Morgan never put his tongue in her mouth though. He raised his head and stepped back. “Temptation Ellie.” His eyes looked dark again.
Nodding her head, she sighed.
“In the morning, a woman will be here. She is the fashion consultant. She will help you get ready for the ball. She’s the best in her business.”
Ellie blinked. “A what? You mean you hired someone to make me over?” Her chest tightened. Did he think she wasn’t good enough to be seen with, just like she secretly believed?
His eyes widened as he realized what she might think. “No, no sweetness. Not a makeover. Just to help you with choosing the shoes, doing your hair, you know…” He again, stepped close and grabbed her arms. “I like you the way you are and in fact, I forbade her on very much makeup. Your skin glows all by itself.”
Ellie felt bad for getting the wrong idea…again. And she now felt stupid again. “Okay.”
He stepped away, then he turned back to her. “Do you have your phone?”
She raised her small purse. “Right here.”
He nodded looking pleased. “Keep it with you. If you need anything no matter the time, you call my number.”
“Okay, Morgan. Good night.”
He nodded once and left through the door.
Ellie looked around. “OH. MY. GOD.” She stared at it all. Yes, a bath! She looked around and saw another set of doors. Opening them, she stepped in. “What the fu…”
The room had a huge shower, marble tiling, two sinks, and a counter longer than the one at the diner. Then she stepped across the marble floor to stare at it. A garden tub, but it was the size of a small swimming pool. “Oh, hell yeah!” She immediately started to tug her clothes off and stepped toward while mesmerized. It’s like in those movies, where everyone just took swim in one tub.
She wondered if she should dive in? Shaking her head, she said aloud, “No more bad ideas, Ellie.” She laughed and stepped in. It was the perfect temperature. Ellie laughed loudly and floated around like a little girl swimming for the first time.
Morgan
He forced himself to walk out of her suite and down the hall. He was showing her he had restraint. But he was barely holding it together. Damn, she just got more beautiful by the minute. Then his protective instincts kicked in during the plane ride, then they didn’t let up all the way here.
Now, Morgan remembered that porcelain doll ideal, her image had conjured up the very first minute he saw her face after pulling her from the fire. Like she needed protection. He let out a sigh. What? You are her knight or some shit? He felt stupid over it. But he also knew he couldn’t seem to help it. It was the way she affected him. He walked through his suite and divested himself of his suit, tie, jacket, shoes and just left a thoughtless trail of garments behind him as he headed for the shower.
He wanted this trip to be perfect and he would even protect her from himself, if he had to. That was why he’d left her so abruptly, just now. He didn’t trust himself not to strip her bare and take her in that bed, on the floor, in the huge tub, he knew was in that monstrous bathroom.
He stepped into his hot shower, then gazed down at his rock hard cock. It had remained this way for the last four hours. He’d better take care of it, so he could act right around her. It shouldn’t be too difficult, all he needed to do was grab a hold of it. He did so. Then picture Ellie on her knees with his cock in her mouth as she came when he did. His strokes sped up as he remembered this event, it was the hottest blow job he’d ever had and by a slip of a girl with no experience, he remembered her sweet mouth, and how she’d swallowed him clean. Just sucked him down, like his cock was something she needed and yearned to have. His strokes were more rapid now as he braced his hand on the shower wall. “Ellie…” he grunted as he came all over the shower wall while panting.
Morgan lowered his head and let the warm water wash his cares away and his ejaculation. Dammit. Jacking off, because he’s messed up by leaving her that morning. He’d assumed he was done with her. He’d assumed that she was just any other woman. He’d assumed wrong. Ellie could have been right here in this shower as he fucked her up against the tile, but he’d made a mistake.
He would have that and more though. He never lost a deal. Never.