Besides, he was so hot and charming, and I couldn’t really be without him. Even though we’d just met recently, I was already addicted to him.
We both had had walls to break down, but now I was so glad that we managed to talk it through.
Thankfully, I’d decided to come for the meeting. If I hadn’t, maybe the things wouldn’t have turned out so well in the end and that would have been entirely my fault.
I smiled wildly at Grant, desperate to feel him inside of me. “And how or where do you want us to celebrate properly?”
“We will get a hotel room here.”
My eyes widened and my heart began beating faster. “Here?”
“Yes.”
His suggestion surprised me, because I’d never been the one to do this kind of thing—but hell, Grant and I did a lot of things I wouldn’t have done before. And so far it had all be worth it.
I still couldn’t hide my hesitation. “B-but...”
“No buts, Madison. We will get a hotel room, because I will have you as soon as possible. Let’s go.”
His eyes filled with the raw desire burned into mine, making me feel even weaker. He took me by hand and led me out of the restaurant.
The restaurant itself was a luxurious place, expensively furnished and servicing clients whose bank accounts were loaded with money, but the rest of the hotel was even more magnificent and breathtaking. Everywhere my eyes fell—the marble floors, the marble columns, the large floor-to-ceiling windows or the gold chandeliers and reception desk—everything was dazzling beautiful and I was awestruck.
“Are you sure this place isn’t too expensive?” I muttered to him, feeling a bit out of place here.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s nothing that my wallet won’t survive.”
He squeezed my hand and led me to the reception area, making an arrangement for our room.
He took the penthouse, and my stomach somersaulted in excitement. The dirty images of everything we could do on its king bed popped in my mind, and now my pussy was throbbing.
“I want champagne and strawberries sent up.”
“Of course, sir,” the male receptionist clerk answered him politely.
He ordered champagne and strawberries? Oh my.
A minute later we headed toward the glass elevators on the other side of the lobby.
“You have no idea what kind of things I want to do to you right now, but I can’t because this damn elevator is made of glass,” he told me after we entered one of the elevators and headed for the 20th floor, where our suite was.
I giggled, amused by his irritation. He was holding me next to him, the warmness of his body seeping into mine, and I felt intoxicated. I kissed him in his neck, provoking him deliberately.
“I love glass elevators! They provide such a beautiful view!”
He growled into my ear and nipped it, and I moaned in response when the pleasure shot through me. “You really like playing with me, right? You’re doing this on purpose now.”
His black pants did nothing to hide his enormous erection and I swayed a little, imagining it deep inside of me. How could his huge member enter my small, tight pussy the way it had, I had no idea, but my pussy accepted him each time so hungrily that it was never enough. I always wanted more. No. I needed more.
What was my sexy boss doing to me?
“Maybe,” I purred into his ear, sliding my hand against his stomach. His abs tensed immediately and I giggled again. I enjoyed this too much.
By the time we reached our floor, we were on the edge of ripping off each other’s clothes. We were both panting, our desire written in our eyes, and couldn’t stop kissing. We entered our room, and just as we were about to get naked, already taking our blazers off, someone knocked on our door.
“Fuck,” he hissed, removing his hands from the top button of his shirt that he’d started unbuttoning. “I completely forgot about the room service.”