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Share Us
Inside the elevator, Antonio swipes the keycard through the slot above the button panel, and the elevator carries us upwards.
“Um - will I also be getting a key card for my room?” I ask.
“You and I are sharing the penthouse,” he replies.
I bite my lip. I'm sure the penthouse is massive. I'm sure there will be plenty of space for both of us.
The elevator doors slide open on the 68thfloor, and we stand in front of two massive wooden doors.
Antonio takes my hand again and moves toward them, swiping the key card against the lock.
I hear a soft click, and the doors pull open. Antonio ushers me inside.
I stroll into the magnificent space. It's beyond luxurious. Opulent.
I stand against the wide glass windows that surround two sides of the penthouse. My stomach knots and my head spins as I look at the view. I have never been this high in my life.
“Are you satisfied?” he slips his hand around my waist, and I feel his body press against my back.
“Do you mean - do I like it?”
“Yes.”
“It’s incredible.”
“Come, see the rest.”
He tours me through the living spaces, the kitchen, which looks big enough to cater for a restaurant, a bathroom straight out of a designer magazine - and the only bedroom - with one gigantic bed.
I turn to shoot a glare at him. “There is only one bedroom?”
“I told you we are sharing the penthouse,” he says, as though this is not a problem at all.
“But,“
“I made a promise, Seraphina. I won't do anything you are not comfortable with. Not until you are ready.”
His promise doesn't reassure me because all I can think about is ripping his clothes off and feeling him inside me. What if I have a dream about him while I'm in the same bed as him, and I wake up touching myself? I'll die of embarrassment.
It's too late now, though.
“Let’s have a shower, get some rest, and tomorrow morning, we can go out for breakfast.”
“That sounds perfect.”
When I climb out of the shower and wrap the soft hotel gown around my body, my heart beats faster. I'm so nervous about climbing into bed next to him. I open the door, step out of the bathroom, and walk into him. He reaches out to stop me from tripping, and the gown falls open; his hand slides beneath it, across my naked waist.
He freezes, his hand on my skin, his eyes on mine. I can’t even move to pull the robe closed.
Every cell in my body is alive with need.
He takes a deep breath. I see the immense control in his gaze as he doesn't once break contact, even for a moment, to run his eyes over my skin.
He drags his hand, letting his fingers trail over my stomach. Gripping the edges of the gown in his hands, he pulls it closed, tying the cord around my waist.
I take a slow breath, almost regretting his control. For a moment, I thought I'll let him push me against the wall and spread me wide open.
I blink away the thought.
