A few more moments pass while my brow creases into a frown.

“That’s it?” he asks in a clipped voice. “All right. Let me know when you get more information.”

He ends the call and slides his phone into his pocket while slowly pulling to a stop in front of the hotel.

The parking attendant rushes to us. The doors go up, and we climb out.

I’m not sure why we’re here, but I don’t have time to ponder when he takes my hand and walks me into the hotel.

We zoom past the concierge, spending little time replying to the people greeting us before entering the elevator, riding it up in silence, walking onto my floor, and stopping in front of my door.

The tension in his touch is palpable. It’s so dense that words don’t come out of his mouth.

I have a million questions for him before he uses my key card to open the door, drags me inside, and lets the door fall closed.

The familiar view of my room with my things, the stunning bathroom, the mesmerizing view, the large bed, and all my past thoughts about what I wanted to do here fill my eyes and my mind.

He walks around my bed as if it’s his, drops his phone and my key card on the nightstand, and starts unbuttoning his shirt and unfastening his belt.

He pivots to me, and I know that look.

Oh, I know that look so well.

And my body knows it, too. Invisible hands in the color of his eyes already caress my skin.

A smirk dangles from his lips as he comes to me with the force of a hurricane that has just formed on the horizon, taking everyone by surprise.

Everybody underestimating it.

The gusts of wind blowing hard, swirling around clouds of nothings across the sidewalks while I walk straight into it, welcoming the disaster, waiting for the rain to pour down on me and the wind to entangle my hair, throw dirt in my face, and press wet leaves against my legs.

He brings with him his delicious fury, the steam swirling in his depths, the suffocating heat of his eyes.

He brings with him everything I’ve seen in him before. And I’m eagerly waiting, anticipating the moment when he’d wrap me in his spinning force and sweep me off my feet, carrying me to places I might never want to come back from.

He untucks his shirt while closing the distance between us, our eyes locked as if we’re under a spell.

My hands go to his shoulders before pushing his shirt down, his arms snaking around me, his hand moving up my spine.

His shirt clings to his forearms, bunched up around his waist, while our mouths crash against each other with an unstoppable frenzy.

My zipper goes down, and my dress peels off, falling to the floor. He lets his shirt slide down as well.

With one smooth motion, he lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist, my hands going to his hair, my lips pressing into his, my tongue swirling with his.

He pivots with me, his hand slinking inside my panties and cupping my butt before we fall to the bed, our mouths connected into a hard kiss.

We breathe rapidly. Move rapidly. And kiss frantically, holding nothing back.

We’ve waited for this moment for some time.

His hands move over me as he props himself on a knee, the other foot sliding to the floor. He splays his touch over my boobs. He cups them, palms them, kneads them.

And then he pushes upright completely, a sexy smirk coloring his lips.

He undoes his belt, kicks off his shoes, and shakes off his dress pants, his erection jutting out, hard like a slab of concrete.

He yanks my panties off and throws them over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on my slit. He opens my legs and buries his face between my thighs a moment later.

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