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"Not so fast. I still have to wrap things up here."
“Natalie...”
She winked. “I love it when you’re impatient.”
I grew even more impatient over the next twenty minutes as she spoke to staff and bid goodbye to my grandparents. When she was finally ready to go, we headed straight to the hotel. This time with the family was great, but I needed to be alone with Natalie.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jake
The second we steppedinside the suite, it hit me how empty it was. It all looked perfectly elegant. I had everything I needed. It simply lacked personality. Then again, so did my penthouse in New York and my house in Martha's Vineyard. The decorator had chosen everything with great care. It just didn't represent me. It didn't represent anyone.
I had a flash thought, wondering what it would look like if Natalie picked out furniture and art for my home.
Fuck!That was no way to think about things. We both had different paths and plans for the future, and the last thing I needed after she left for her new job was memories of this time together. I didn’t want to let go, but all we had was right now, and all I needed was to have her here with me.
We stopped by the bar area next to the window. I took a step back, looking at her intently. She was like a vision, standing here in my suite against the backdrop of the city lights in the huge window. But that wasn’t enough. I needed more light; I needed to see her. Up here, no one could see inside. I wanted to explore her with my hands and my mouth. I was going to kiss and touch every inch of her: the smooth skin, her full lips.
I walked right up to her, standing behind her. I drew my hands from her hips, up the sides of her body, and to her breasts.
"I want to see you," I whispered in her ear. "I want the lights on."
She moaned lightly. "Yes! Whatever you want, Jake."
I unzipped her dress at the back with slow movements, pressing my finger pads on her bare skin at the top of her back while I slowly moved my hand down. She sucked in a breath and rolled her shoulders. I loved drinking in her every reaction. The dress easily fell off her. She stepped out of it with her back still to me. I traced the same pattern over her body that I did before when she was dressed. She shuddered under my touch, arching her back slightly, dropping her head back onto my shoulder.
I dropped my fingers from her sternum down to her belly and lower. I felt her tighten her muscles. I knew with utmost certainty that if I touched her pussy over the fabric, I'd find it drenched. She wanted me. She needed me.
I turned her around slowly, capturing her mouth. She tasted like apple and cinnamon, and I fucking enjoyed it. I wanted to explore her whole body with my mouth before burrowing my head between her legs and making her come.
"Oh," she murmured, tugging at my cuff links. She managed to get one off. I got the other one. Then she quickly opened the buttons of my shirt, grinning when she pushed it away to see my undershirt.
Despite all my plans, my cock already pulsed with the need to be inside her, buried to the hilt. Pounding and thrusting. I was going to claim her in a way she'd never been claimed before. After tonight, she was going to be all mine. Only mine.
"You’re so gorgeous," she murmured when she finally took off my undershirt and traced my chest with her fingers.
