“A bottle of your Hauté Cabrieré Merlot 2007…” Triston handed the wine list to the waiter. He looked over at me and gave me a smile that made me melt. I just spent the afternoon wrapped in his arms in the warm LA ocean. “Did you have a good day?” He asked seriously. I nodded and smiled. A blush warmed my cheeks as the memories of our day washed over me.
“How could I not enjoy myself? I spent the day in a beautiful city with you, I forgot all the things that bothered me, which was good.” I blushed at my honesty.
He smiled, “Emily, I asked you to forget the world and be with me, and you did. Thank you. I keep pushing you away, but for some reason I can’t stay away from you. I don’t know what it is or what is between us, but I can’t fucking think straight without you. It frustrates me because I feel,” he looked down, “out of control. You need to decide if it’s me you want.” His long slender fingers intertwined, I had never seen him nervous, but right now he was. “Before you do, though, there are things I need to tell you. If you choose me, I want you to know who I am, I need to be honest with you, brutally honest.” When he looked up at me again his eyes held such sorrow I felt my own heart ache.
“Triston, we all have demons in the closet. I have my fair share. Everyone has a past, but that’s not where we live. And nobody is perfect.” He nodded. The waiter brought our wine and opened it with a flourish, pouring a taste for Triston.
He sipped it leisurely. His eyes locked on mine. I watched him licking his lips — something that always stoked the fire inside me — he nodded at the waiter. Our glasses were filled and Triston ordered dinner, he loved the control and I let him have it.
The waiter disappeared and we were left alone with our confessions. I wasn’t near ready to share mine with Triston. It was something that I needed to come to terms with. If I wanted a relationship with him,I had to be honest. I needed to tell him why I left home and why I can never go back. He picked up his wine glass, his mouth lingering on the crystal lip. I watched his tongue lick the drop of wine from the glass. The knot in my stomach tightened and I wished his tongue was on me. He was deep in thought and when his eyes met mine, a smile curved his soft lips. “So I suppose I should start,” I nodded, he was quiet for a minute as if collecting his thoughts.
“Triston—” I whispered, his soft gaze looked haunted.
“I am not the easiest person to be with. I don’t do relationships. Since my ex-fiancée, I am somewhat,” he took another sip of wine. My heart was racing, he was engaged, I remember Jessie mentioned it. “I push people away Emily. People who care are difficult for me to deal with. I am not used to it. She didn’t love me, I realized it when I walked in on her and my brother fucking.” He was so blatant I felt my heart constrict at this bit of information. “That is one reason why we don’t speak anymore.” He looked up again, his guard went up and I could see pain evident in his handsome features. “I find being alone easier, less painful.” I sat in shock, that’s why the brothers were so hostile with each other. Something Bash said that night hit me like a rock.
“…no wonder my brother wants you, but I get you first.”
He was staking a claim; I was even angrier now than I was before.
“I enjoy the control I have over my life and those around me. I guess that’s what makes me a good businessman. It’s the only way I know how to survive. I feel that if I don’t control a situation or person, I can’t trust it or them.” His fingers twisting the stem of the wine glass. “I didn’t have the easiest childhood. There are things I did, things which I am not proud of. When I was younger, I got mixed up with the wrong crowd. How cliché is that? I did and sold drugs, I stole from people, even my own family. I was completely fucked up Emily, in so many ways.” His eyes burned into me, pleading.
I placed my hand in his when he reached out to me. Feeling the familiar soft warm skin, aching to hold him. I knew I had to let him get it all out before we could move forward. “I tried to kill myself Emily,” he averted his gaze, ashamed. My heart shattered into a million pieces. “I overdosed. I felt like I needed to stop doing what I was doing and that was the only way.” I wanted to tell him to stop. I could see this was hurting him, but he carried on. “I don’t believe I am capable of being loved or of loving anybody. I didn’t believe it then and I don’t believe it now.” His eyes met mine, challenging me.
“Nobody is brave enough to put up with my shit Emily.” His gaze on me was so intense my breath caught, “Except you.”
I stared at him and nodded. I saw the pain disappear from his eyes. “Yes, I am brave Mr Hart, because I know what I want. I want you.”
“Why?” his voice a raspy whisper, his eyes darkening. He caught me completely off guard. Why would he ask me that? “I… I… don’t know,” I mumbled. A look of frustration crossed his face. “Miss Reid that is not an answer.”
I looked into those beautiful midnight blue eyes as they changed color in front of me. “What did you want me to say Triston? Yes! Okay! I want you even in your most broken form I want you! I want to pick up the pieces and put you back together!” My voice challenging him, his fist clenched and I watch him take a deep breath. Frustration at me evident on his handsome face. I know he doesn’t want to hear me say that because he doesn’t believe he is worth it. I can see he is at war with himself, my words adding fuel to the fire. I didn’t care, I wanted him to know that I wasn’t going to run away from him. What he has done is in the past and I don’t believe people should be judged on what they have done.
“Are you sure about what you’re saying?” His calm demeanor faltering, he sounded almost hopeful. I nodded and smiled to lighten the mood. He smirked. Rolling my eyes at him I giggled at how almost childlike he was sometimes.
His eyes darkened at my insolence. “I want to take you back to the hotel room right now and put you across my knee for such blatant disrespect!” His face took on a dark, dangerous look. I squirmed in my seat. Moist at his threat, my whole body on fire. Squeezing my thighs together, I picked up my wine sipping it. I looked up at him.
“Mr Hart, I think you would enjoy that a little too much.” I smiled sweetly at him. Taking another sip, teasing his gaze to my mouth. I licked my lips, paying extra attention to my bottom lip, chewing on it. His grip on my hand tightened, I smiled inwardly. I was enjoying the rush of making him feel so out of control. His eyes dark, almost black and my body trembled at what lay before me and the choice I had just made. Triston called the waiter over, “Ask the chef to package the food, we need to leave urgently.” The waiter nodded and ran off to the kitchen.
“What are you doing Triston?” I asked, completely shocked. Why would we leave we haven’t even had our starters?
He smirked at me, “We need to leave… Now!” Midnight blue eyes burned into me and I squirmed again, my panties wet from the ache I felt for him.
“Triston, we haven’t even had starters? And our wine—”
Cutting me off abruptly his voice a deep low growl, “Fuck the starters! We are going back to the hotel for dessert.”
—∆—
We walked through reception at breakneck speed. Triston pressed the call button on the elevator. I was a jumble of nerves because I wasn’t sure if he was angry or just plain frustrated with me. He didn’t say a word all the way back to the hotel and I didn’t know what to say to him.
We stepped inside the elevator and he pressed the button for our floor. I could feel the energy radiating off him. It was magnetic. I could feel the pull my body had towards him and I couldn’t deny it any longer, I wanted him and I wanted him now. The elevator felt like it was moving at a snail’s pace and I urged it to hurry.
The elevator doors opened, Triston grabbed my hand pulling me behind him. I was still carrying our dinner in the take-out bag they gave us. As we made our way down the hall I fell in step beside him. He released my hand and placed his fingertips on the small of my back. Electric currents shot through me. My hand was shaking as I slid the key card into the door.
I walked into the room and placed the food on the cabinet. I stood at the desk sliding my shoes off when I felt Triston’s body behind me. His hands on my shoulders. His warm breath on my neck, whispering in my ear. “Now, Miss Reid, I am going to do things to you that will make you think twice about challenging me again.”
His husky voice making me tremble, “I want you to stay still, do not move. Do you understand me?” I nodded. As soon as he walked away I felt cold. I heard him rustling around in the cupboard and then in his suitcase. I wondered what he was doing, but I didn’t dare turn around. I was aching just to feel his lips on mine again, but somehow I knew he was going to take his time, teasing me.
It wasn’t long before he was behind me again. “Close your eyes Miss Reid.” As soon as my eyes closed I felt the soft fabric covering my eyes. He tied it around my head, “Is that too tight?”
“No Mr Hart…” I breathed, my whole body yearning for him.
He unzipped my dress. His fingers trailing down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Sliding the straps over my shoulders. The fabric slipped down my body falling to the floor. He groaned, “I do love your taste in lingerie Miss Reid.” His tongue tracing the shell of my ear making me shiver. I felt self-conscious standing in my black lace bra and panties. He planted feather light kisses from the back of my ear down my neck. When he reached my shoulder with his teeth he gripped the bra strap and pulled it off. His hands soft and warm, lingering on my arms.
He repeated the process on the other side. I was completely at his mercy now. I was aching, yearning and trembling for him. My body was on fire and the heat between my thighs was unbearable. He unclasped my bra, “Take it off.” I pulled the bra down my arms and dropped it on the floor next to me, the cold breeze made my bare nipples rock hard. With my sight taken away all my other senses were heightened. I felt every nerve in my body respond to him. His fingertips trailed my arms again up to my shoulders. He unpinned my hair and it fell down my back.
“Mmmm, you are beautiful,” his left hand sliding over my shoulder. Wrapping his fingers around my neck in a firm grasp, the act so dangerous but so sexy. His right hand slid down to my breasts. His grip on my neck tightened, pulling me into his rock hard body. I could feel he was as aroused as I was. He leaned in close to my ear, nipping it with his teeth. I was slick with desire, aching to feel him inside me. I arched my body and pushed my ass into his groin. His right hand pinched and pulled my nipple sending shock waves flowing through me.
“Do you want me Miss Reid?” his voice dripping with lust. His words almost predatory, the darkness in them pulled at my core. I nodded. He tweaked my other nipple sending another shock of electricity through me. “Triston!” I moaned out loud.
His tongue trailing a hot wet path from the shell of my ear to my neck. “I want you to bend over. You will put your hands on the table and you will not move, do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Triston placed a flat hand between my shoulders and eased me over the table. I was bent over at the waist, the top half of my body on the cold wood. My arms straight in front of me holding onto the edge of the table. I felt Triston’s finger tracing a line down my spine, making me shiver. “You look fucking delectable…” his voice raspy and deep. “Now tell me, Miss Reid, do you still want me?” His hand moving over my ass, sensually. “Do you want the dark parts of me? You have to be completely honest. Understand?” His hand stopping on my lower back just above my ass.
“Yes, Triston” my voice an unrecognizable hiss. He lifted his hand and my skin felt cold where he had touched me. I heard the sound before I felt the sting, his hand came down hard, causing me to wince. Alternating on each side, again and again. My legs were trembling. I was so turned on; I was sure I would come undone as soon as he touched me. I was so grateful to be holding on to the table, it was helping me steady myself. His foot pushed mine further apart, I was now completely spread in front of him.
He moved my soaked panties aside and I felt his finger between my legs. He stroked my sex teasing his finger over the slick entrance. I whimpered. “Miss Reid, I do believe you were enjoying that.” I heard him suck his finger, “You are delicious!” The thought of him tasting me on his fingers had me so close to the edge. “Are you sure you want this Miss Reid?”
“Please…” I begged.
I heard him pull off his belt and I knew what he was going to do. Shocked at how much I wanted it and how much I wanted him. The sting resonated over my skin, “Do you like challenging me Miss Reid?” his voice raspy and scratchy. “Yes, Mr Hart!” I couldn’t contain myself I needed it. I submitted to him completely at that moment. The second sting made me whimper. He dropped the belt on the table next to me.
He placed feather light kisses on my thighs. My knees were about to give way and I gripped the table tighter. His soft warm hands holding on to my thighs. I felt his hot breath on the drenched opening of my body, “Triston…” I moaned.
I felt his tongue on me and I came undone, my body shook with the most intense orgasm I have ever felt. I squeezed my eyes closed so tight I saw stars as my release washed over me. He didn’t move, allowing me the pleasure of his skilled tongue on the most sensitive part of my body. He eased a finger inside me and I felt the fire blazing through my body. “Triston…” I moaned his name louder.
“Miss Reid, I need you. I need to be inside you… Do you want me?”
“Yes, please, please Triston?” I begged shamelessly.
I heard him pull off his shirt, I heard the zipper of his slacks and I knew he was almost naked, which coaxed the need in me. “Stand.”
I stood up shakily, my legs felt like jelly. He untied the blindfold and I blinked in the dim light of our room. “Hands behind you.”
He proceeded in tying my hands behind my back. As he leaned into me, my hand was directly at his groin. I felt the rigid hardness that was about to be inside me. He was so big I didn’t know how I would handle it. “Do you want that inside you?” He asked hoarsely as if reading my thoughts. I nodded.
Bending me over the table, he lifted the belt again and I knew what was coming. The sting on my ass was harsh, it made me lift onto my toes, and the second one had the same effect. I felt his warm hand rubbing the ache. His touch soft, moving slow over my ass.
I was dripping wet again, his finger traced its way over my entrance, “Mmmm, so hot and wet.” I heard him drop his tight briefs. “Tomorrow, when you feel the ache between your legs, you will know you are mine.” He plunged into me and I cried out at the invasion. “Yes, Triston!”
He filled me so deep it knocked the breath from me. He held on to my hands that were tied behind me as he plunged into me, he eased out only to fill me again. He was right, I was his, and he possessed me completely.
He slapped my tingling ass again and again as he filled me. I could feel my orgasm building again, I tightened around him. “Not yet,” he warned me. I tried to concentrate on not coming but he was feeding the fire inside me, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.
He untied my hands and pulled me up by my shoulders. I was almost flush with his body, my hands holding me up. My back arched and his hand gripped my neck. I felt his hot breath on my ear. I was so close; he was hitting every nerve ending in my body. As he plunged into me one last time he whispered in his deep lust filled voice, “Come for me! I want to possess you.” I felt my body shake as a second intense orgasm ripped through me. His hand tightened on my neck, his teeth grazed my ear as he filled me with his own release.
—∆—
I opened my eyes and looked into Triston’s sleeping face, he looked so peaceful and calm. His arm wrapped tightly around me. I tried to move and felt the sting on my backside, last night flashed through my mind and I shivered. I reached up and touched Triston’s face, his eyes opened and he frowned, he looked so adorable. “Morning handsome,” I whispered and he pulled me into him as he groaned sleepily. His leg intertwined with mine and a smile spread across his face.
“Triston, we need to go to work!” I scolded him, he rolled on top of me and rested his weight on his elbows. “Is that any way to say good morning to me Miss Reid?” he laughed. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth as he rolled his hips. He was rock hard, teasing me. I raised my hips towards him and he growled into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him. Even after last night I was still aching to feel him inside me. His tongue licking into me, tasting me. His lips were soft and demanding, displaying the need in him.
Reaching between us, I gripped him in my fist. He groaned into the kiss as I stroked him. I positioned him at my soaking entrance. Teasing the tip of him on my slick sex. He stopped the assault on my mouth, “You sure?” I nodded. He slowly pushed into me. I gripped the sheets, as I opened to take him inside. My head fell back, he kissed my neck and I moaned. “You feel so fucking good Emily. Open for me. I want to be inside you all the fucking time,” he groaned as he filled me. He rocked his hips back and forth, plunging into me, harder and harder. His hair fell across his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his back as I climbed higher. The coil tightening in my stomach and I felt my release edging closer. I looked up into his lust filled eyes and I knew I was close to coming undone.
“I want you all the time Triston, every second of the day,” I moaned and I felt his body tense, he was close. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into me. He pushed faster and harder and I clenched around him. My orgasm ripping into me and my body shook with the intensity.
“Fuck!” He groaned as he came inside me, my whole body spasming with him. Kissing me again, his lips moved over mine. Down to my neck and nibbling on my ear.
He rolled over next to me and I felt empty as soon as he pulled out. We laid there for what felt like hours in each other’s arms. I didn’t want to move, but I knew we had to get to work. “Triston?” I whispered and his eyes opened.
“I am awake angel; I just didn’t want to get up.” He smiled.
I leaned over him and checked the time on his phone. It was 7:30, we had another 2 hours before the driver was picking us up. “Do you want breakfast?” I asked, he nodded and pulled me closer, “Wasn’t that what we just had?” He asked jokingly. His hips rolled into me again and I giggled. He was insatiable.
“Not that breakfast Mr Hart, behave yourself!” I rolled out of bed and grabbed the bathrobe, tying it as I walked over to the phone. “What did you want?” I looked over at him and my breath caught, his tousled brown hair framed his handsome face. The sheet just covered his hips. The beautifully tanned sculpted body looked breathtaking on the white sheets. “You decide angel, I am happy with anything, vegetarian is good if they don’t have vegan.” I nodded and called room service.
—∆—
The silver SUV pulled up to Mr Jacobson’s mansion at 9:30 on the dot. I had a grey pencil skirt on with a blue chiffon top, the blue matching Triston’s tie. He was dressed in a black suit with a grey dress shirt. We were greeted by a young man in his mid-20’s, who introduced himself as Mr Jacobson’s assistant. He walked us through the lower section of the house to the study and opened the door to a large office. Mr Jacobson was sitting behind his desk when we walked in. His face lit up when he saw us, he got up and walked around his desk to greet us. “Hello, Mr Hart, Miss Reid. I was just finishing up the contracts. You can have a read through today and we can make the amendments and finalize.” He shook Triston’s hand and gave me a peck on the cheek. Escorting us into the room, there was a large meeting table to the left of the office. “You can set up here Miss Reid. You will need the cable as well,” handing me a power cable I plugged in my laptop and powered it on. He pulled up a chair and gestured for us to sit. “Did you both have a good day yesterday?” I smiled and nodded.
“Yes, thank you. We ended up going for a dip in the ocean, it was lovely!” I blushed remembering kissing Triston and feeling his strong arms around me. Remembering last night, on the other hand, had my whole body on fire.
Mr Jacobson got up, walking over to his desk. “That’s great! Tonight we party,” I turned to Triston, he winked causing a blush to heat my face. Triston and I were seated next to each other. The magnetic pull of his body was so strong. Mr Jacobson brought over the paperwork which Triston took and laid on the desk in front of him. I knew this was going to be a long day from the size of the contract. “Well, let’s get to it, Miss Reid you can start with the marketing plan, I have a copy draft here. We need the final dates and prep times. There will be set up and break down days and we also need a final roll call on all the staff in attendance.” I nodded and opened a new document, this was going to be a super long day!
—∆—
When lunch time rolled around, I was starving. I stood up and stretched. We had been working non-stop for four and a half hours. I had a 40-page document typed out, with information about all 12 of the events. The staff brought our lunch into the office and it smelled amazing. “I hope you don’t mind eating in here, I figured it would be easier than shuffling outside.” Our host smiled and moved the paperwork to his desk. The table was large enough to accommodate six people. The lunch looked like it was enough for six as well. I smiled at the spread in front of us. “Yes, it’s perfect. Can you tell me where the restroom is?” I asked. Mr Jacobson explained there were two on the lower floor, giving us directions to both. I walked to the office door with Triston close behind me. I turned to the left and Triston followed, “Aren’t you going to the restroom?” I asked confused.
He winked and nodded, “Yea… Yours sounds much more inviting!” I giggled at his naughty smirk and shook my head.
Opening the door to the immaculate bathroom, I stepped inside. Triston followed right behind me shutting the door and locking it. He immediately pinned me against the wall, pressing his body into mine. Grabbing my wrists, he pinned my hands above my head with his right hand. His left hand lifted my skirt up my thighs. His mouth on mine, devouring me. “Triston,” I moaned into his kiss. He ignored my protest, although I don’t think it was much of a protest. His left hand stroked the crotch of my moistened panties. My hips rocked onto his hand aching to feel his fingers. My nipples strained against the soft lace of my bra. He growled wantonly and I felt him harden on my thigh.
He pulled away suddenly, “Fuck!” His eyes dark blue. He spun around and looked in the mirror, watching me recover from the kiss. “I needed to kiss you!” He turned to me again and smiled. Grabbing my hand placing it on his crotch, “This is what you do to me, the whole fucking meeting I was in agony!” He growled. I smirked at him, “Good, now go! Before we get caught!” His gaze fuelled by desire, “That smart little mouth will be punished later!” He released my hand and stepped back, his hand on the doorknob. “Promise?” I whispered. I knew that it was a promise and I looked forward to it. He opened the bathroom door, before stepping out, “You can count on it!” Triston closed the door behind him, leaving me breathless.
—∆—
I closed my laptop at 5 pm, the sun was still high and I was famished again. We were escorted to the car by Mr Jacobson’s assistant. He mentioned thecar would collect us in a couple of hours for the dinner we were meant to be attending this evening. It was our second night in LA and I was enjoying it. I knew there was an exclusive event that we were going to attend tomorrow which was exciting. I was curious to know what the theme would be. “Thank you for your hard work today Miss Reid,” Triston said as we slid into the backseat of the SUV. His hand found mine and he gave it a small squeeze.
I smiled, “It’s been a pleasure, Mr Hart.” His smile melted my heart, I loved how his nose crinkled and the edges of his eyes creased.
“Tonight is going to be interesting. I can’t wait to see you in that dress.” We were joining Mr Jacobson and his wife for a dinner at some fancy restaurant. “I am excited; I can’t wait to see the dress myself!” I giggled. He winked and leaned closer to me, “Angel, I am looking forward to taking that dress off you!” My whole body responded to his words and I squirmed in my seat. He was smirking, noting my unease. “Don’t push your luck, Mr Hart, you do realize that I am your employee?” I challenged.
“Miss Reid, you are my employee, that means you need to obey my orders. Or there will be consequences,” he bit my earlobe and felt the heat between my legs. “Triston…” I moaned, biting my lip to keep from drawing attention from the driver. His soft hand fell on my thigh, he pushed my skirt up my legs slowly and meticulously. His expert fingers stroked my moistened panties. I slapped his hand, “Stop it!” I hissed and he laughed. A full throaty laugh.
When we pulled up to the hotel I opened my door and slid out. “Miss Reid, I would be happier if you waited for me to open your door,” his tone serious as he admonished me.
I smiled, “Sorry! I didn’t realize it was a prerequisite that you open my door.” He was so demanding sometimes it was driving me insane. I walked into the hotel and ignored his protests. I walked past the elevators and opened the stairwell door. Slipping off my shoes I started up the stairs. I heard him follow through the door. “Em,” he ran up behind me. “Miss Reid!” I stopped dead at his tone and spun on my heel two steps above him. I looked down at his darkening blue eyes. “What?” His eyes turned black at my raised voice.
“What is your problem?” I shouted at him, the echo resonating off the empty stairwell. I held onto the railing waiting for him to respond. He stepped up to me, his body inches from mine and I was too aware of him. He was distracting me from my anger. I took a step back and he stepped forward until I backed against the wall. His hands on either side of my head, “Triston…” I breathed, not sure what I wanted to say.
“You, Miss Reid, are going to be the death of me! I control so many things in my life, but you. You’re the one thing I ache to control and possess, but you are always just outside my grasp. It makes me crazy!” His voice louder than I expected. My heart tried hammering out of my chest. Pressing his body flush against me I felt a hunger for this man and I didn’t know how to satiate it.
I looked up into those beautiful dark blue eyes, “Triston, you do possess me!” I shouted, I didn’t care if it angered him, “Don't you get that?” Stepping back, a look of shock crossed his face. I turned and walked up the stairs to the landing of our floor. “Miss Reid stop!” My hand on the handle of the exit I turned to him. He stared at me, oblivious to the effect he had on me. Those beautiful blue eyes held so much pain, but also so much love, but it was love he was so scared to give. I felt like shaking him and making him see how much I wanted him. How much I wanted to be his.
“I do?” His whisper laced with insecurity. How on earth did a man filled with so much confidence still have insecurities? He reached the landing, standing in front of me. I nodded. Releasing the doorknob, I grabbed his face in my hands. I held his gaze. “You do Triston; you possess me in ways I never knew were possible.” Grabbing my wrists, he walked me back against the wall, his mouth crashing onto mine. I arched my body into his, feeling his erection against my thigh I ached to feel it inside me. Pinning my hands above my head with one hand, his other hand finding my soaked panties. His growl emanated through his chest into the kiss. He stroked my panties, pushing the thin material aside slipping two fingers inside me.
Pulling away from the kiss, he looked at me his eyes filled with lust. “I love how wet you are for me, angel.” Plunging his fingers into me, I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I could hear people passing the door. My head fell back and I savored the feeling of his fingers lifting me higher and higher. I heard his zipper and when I looked down he had freed his rock hard erection. “Triston—” I protested. Placing a finger on my lips to hush me. He pulled his fingers out of me, licking them. His smirk was dark and devilish. “I need to be inside you, right now!”
He rammed inside me hard, leaving me breathless. His hands grabbing my ass, lifting me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slammed into me fast and deep. I needed this, I needed him. To take me. Possess me in only the way he can. I was so close, I clenched around him and he groaned. “That’s my angel, come for me.” His words were my undoing as my orgasm ripped through me. He pushed into me again and I felt his body tense as he found his release.
He slowly let me down, my knees felt wobbly and I wasn’t sure I could make it to the room. “I guess; we can get dinner now?” He asked amused. Straightening up we walked through the stairwell door towards our room. I giggled as we walked passed another couple who had just stepped out of the elevator. “Yes, let’s go to dinner, Mr Hart.”