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“I’m not really that strange. A kid like him iss probably on a drug dealer’s payroll and instructed to keep the larger rooms open for deals and other ‘activities’. We’ll have to keep an eye out.”
She sniffs. “Yeah. It seems like that’s sort of the order of the day, isn’t it?” We stop outside the room with the number 214 emblazoned on the door.
“Mmm,” I tell her. I lean over and kiss her forehead. “I chose this place for its vantage point. I’ve got this. I’ll keep watch. No one’s getting past me.”
I open the door, pleased to find it simple and aged but impeccably clean. “This will do,” I say with a shrug, tossing our bags down.
“Little seven-year-old me would’ve thought she died and went toheaven,” Renata says with a smile, inspecting the bathroom. “There are even little bottles of shampoo and conditioner inhere. I thought onlysuper-richpeople got to stay places. My father simply didn’t trust anyone enough to go to a motel.”
I grunt. I know the feeling.
I pull out my phone, checking to see if there are any updates from Aleks. Nothing new.
Just as I’m about to put my phone away, a message pops up from Polina. I open it to find a whole stream of pictures of Renata’s puppy attacking a stuffed tiger, rolling in the grass, and curled up, sleeping in a little dog bed.
“What’s got that smile on your face?” Renata asks curiously. Am I smiling? “I’m scared to find out. Could be anything from a stupid meme to the death of an enemy.” She’s stepping out of her clothes, momentarily distracting me. I reach for her and cup her ass, drawing her close to me while I show her the phone.
“King Arthur in all his kingly glory!” she says with a grin. “Aw, wook at dat sweet wittle face. I can’t wait to see him again.” Her eyes are bright with affection, a glimpse of the innocence I’m fighting to protect.
I toss the phone aside and pull her onto my lap. “We will. It’s good to see you smiling. I want to make you happy.”
She straddles my lap and frames my face with her small, delicate hands. “What makesyouhappy, Ollie?”
I blow out a breath. “You. Here. Safe.”
Her heart-shaped face tips to the side. “Do old motel rooms make you happy,Ollie?”
I kiss her fingertips. “I treasure moments like this—quiet, safe, knowing no one can touch us here.”
“Are they rare in your world?” She holds my gaze with hers.
I swallow and nod. “Yeah, baby.”
One thing I love about her is the way she can seemingly hold two emotions at the same time. Right now, she’s looking at me with both understanding and sadness in her eyes. “It’s my world too. I get it.”
Her fingers trail down the side of my neck. I stifle a groan, my cock rock hard beneath her ass. She obviously notes this with a teasing smile and she grinds her ass seductively on my lap.
“Behave,” I grunt and slap her ass. That doesn’t help my erection. She bites her lip and leans in, brushing her lips against mine in a kiss that quickly deepens. My hunger for her grows with every layer we strip back, the need building for too long. I lose myself to her, wrapped up in the sweet taste of her, the delicate scent of floral laced with citrus, the warmth of her hot pussy separated from me by a thin layer of fabric.
When she pulls back just enough to breathe, she smiles at me. “No.”
A mischievous glint lights her eyes when I fist her hair. “Did you just say no to me?” My heart beats faster.
She licks her lips. “You heard me.” She lifts my arm, kisses my bicep, then extricates herself like a magician. She giggles as if she got away with something, a teasing glint in her eyes as if she’s daring me to chase her—as if I can’t reach her in two steps and won’t spank her pretty little ass raw for her troubles.
The large window has thin curtains that don’t quite close all the way. Moonlight filters through.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Renata.”
Outside, the world is quiet and dark, but behind her, there’s a parking lot and a distant road.
“Dare what?” she asks with wide-eyed innocence. “This?”
She stands by the partially open window and tugs off her top. Anyone outside would get a full view of her naked back and bra strap. Her silhouette framed by moonlight, bold and unafraid, like she’s daring the world to watch her. I watch as her fingers trail over the white-edged underside of her bra.
“Renata,” I say warningly. Her gaze never leaves mine as I stand and unfasten my belt. She takes off the rest of her clothes before I can reach her, and they fall to the floor in a heap.
Her body is all curves and shadows and calls to me like a beacon. She knows exactly what she’s doing, pushing me, testing the boundaries I’ve drawn. She slowly draws the curtains back, fully exposing her naked flesh to the world beyond the room.
