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Despite how overtaken she was by pleasure and sensation, she still managed to respond. "That would be insane," she breathed. "And yes, definitely."
This made me smile, but all of that light-heartedness was soon completely wiped out as we were both sucked in even deeper into the throes of pleasure. Grabbing both cheeks of her ass, I lifted her hips lightly off the bed to fuck into her at just the right angle, and she was all too willing to comply. She was much louder in this position. She was so greedy for more, greedy for a faster pace that she eventually moved up to her knees and pleaded with me to give her even more.
"You're being too careful," she said. "I need… harder... make me forget my name... please."
Her pleas were their own set of aphrodisiacs to my ears, and I was more than willing to oblige this request. As soon as I slid into her again, I held nothing back. We changed positions several times, and by the time we both came to completion, she was a mumbling mess, and my vision was a complete blur.
Still, we could feel and sense each other as we collapsed side by side onto the bed. I could feel the heat ricocheting off her body as she tried to catch her breath, and the dampness all over was beautifully erotic. This was sure to bring our night to an end; however, I found that I couldn’t leave. I couldn't see any reason to, so I just pulled her with me toward the pillows and wrappedher tightly in my arms. There was no protest as we both tried to recover and in very little time, we were both fast asleep.
Chapter 32
Scarlett
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of water running. This was the only thing I could compute. Everything seemed unfamiliar—the room I was in with its beige decor and accents, and the extremely soft and warm bed which felt nearly impossible to get out of.
The details of everything began to come to mind. I was in the Rotz Hotel in London, and I had fallen asleep in my boss’s arms. I immediately sat up then, my eyes quite wide with wonder. Everything felt like a simulation, as though I was in this sort of unreal bubble that was about to burst at any time, and it made me quite scared.
The continued sound of running water drifted over once again, and it made me realize that he was in my shower. His room was next door, so most definitely he could have left to take a shower, but he’d preferred to use mine and I couldn’t understand why. Perhaps it was because he felt lazy afterwards and didn’t want to switch rooms, or perhaps it was because he wanted to see me, and taking a shower here was sure to wake me up.
"Well, mission accomplished." I wrapped the blanket around me like a toga and got up because I was reminded as well that I was his personal assistant and that I had work to do concerning our departure. He still hadn’t given me any specific date, after all the business we came here to handle had been concluded. I needed to schedule our flight back with his jet, so I had to ask him if he was ready to go.
I considered, waiting until he was out, but after all we had done the previous evening, I didn't think it would be a problem. Still, I knocked as the water turned off, and a few seconds later, the door was pulled open.
It was all steam and virile male within, and for a few moments, I completely forgot what I had come here to ask him.
“Everything alright?” He asked, and my gaze went to his damp dark hair pushed away from his face.
“I, uh…” I began. “I just wanted to know your itinerary for the day and if you were going to fly back to New York or remain in London for a bit.”
“Not stay here,” he promptly replied. “It tends to immediately lose its charm if you do.”
He headed out, and I felt the sheet I had thankfully but way too casually around myself start to slip. He was covered decently enough with a towel, and as I looked behind at the used shower, I couldn't help but lament the fact that I hadn’t woken up early enough to join him in there.
“Alright, I’ll get it arranged,” I said. “What time should we be leaving? Sir?”
“Eleven,” he replied, and I watched as he began to gather his clothes. It meant he had simply just showered here out of convenience. I thought he’d at least kiss me. I wanted him to at least kiss me, but this wasn’t going to be the case, so I got my head out of the clouds and back to reality.
“Get ready,” he said. “Meet me downstairs for breakfast?”
He turned, but I was staring at him so woefully and sadly that I didn't realize he was talking to me and waiting for a response.
“Sophie?” he called, and I was a bit startled by the strange name.
“Yeah?”
“Downstairs? Breakfast?”
“Of course, sir,” I said, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly in a grin at me. I watched him exit the room and then sighed. I wanted to return to bed, but I knew if I did, it would be impossible to get up again, so I just found my purse to retrieve my phone and headed into the bathroom.
By the time I plugged it in and turned it on, I was quite startled to see the influx of messages that arrived, especially when I found out they were from Sophie and for several different reasons. She was usually so calm, but in my brief absence, she seemed to have had a mental breakdown, a panic attack, and an intervention as well. Then she had a resolution and, in the end, decided that threatening me for not responding to all of this was indeed the way to go.
Sighing, I read through all her messages as I sat on the toilet and began to address them.
Me: So after all this, you decided that villainy was the way to go?
She responded almost immediately, but this time with true concern.
Sophie: What happened to you? You completely went off the grid.
