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As the car halts on the penthouse floor, the doors slide open, and we quickly step into the hallway, only to hear faint voices at the far end.
Panic flutters in my chest. "Oh my God, they're going to see us," I hiss, but Reece quickly reassures me, leading me in the opposite direction. We catch a glimpse of Knox and Robyn, lost in an intense conversation, disappearing into a room. "What do you think that was about?" I ask, curiosity piqued.
"Who knows, but that's my brother's suite, and this," he gestures to a door we're approaching, "is mine." The door swings open to reveal an opulent suite, its luxury leaving me speechless.
ChapterTwelve
Genesis
Inside, the room is a marvel of elegance and comfort. A large, inviting bed dominates the space, with a lavish in-ground hot tub bubbling nearby. Champagne chills beside a pair of glasses, and soft jazz music plays over the speakers, adding to the sensuous atmosphere. The lights are dim, casting a warm, inviting glow over everything, complemented by the flickering of a digital fireplace.
I cover my mouth as I look around. “Is this why you were late to the party?”
"You could say that. Knox and I wanted to ensure everything was perfect for tonight in our suites."
I turn to him with a side-eye. "You assumed Robyn and I would come up here with you two?"
He chuckles, "A man can hope." He watches me drink in the surroundings, a knowing smile on his lips. He's shed his jacket and loosened his tie, looking more relaxed and dangerously inviting. As he crosses the room to meet me, his lips find mine again in a tender and demanding kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
"The room, as well as the present company, are incredible, Reece."
"Nowhere near as magnificent as you," he breathes against my lips, his hands tracing down my back to find the zipper of my dress. I feel the gentle tug, the cool rush of air against my skin as the fabric parts. His eyes lock with mine, a silent question hanging between us. But I don't ask him to stop; I can't. Every part of me yearns for him to continue, to take me in ways I've only dreamed of with him. In this luxurious suite, away from prying eyes and the complexities of our lives, I want to be his and his alone—if only for tonight.
Assured hands slide down my bare back, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body. His touch is electric, igniting a fire that refuses to be contained within me. I moan softly as his lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in their wake. The feel of him is intoxicating, and I press myself closer, desperate for more.
With a flick of his wrist, Reece unclasps my bra, the silky fabric falling away to reveal my aching breasts. His gaze darkens with desire, and he cups them in his hands, teasing and squeezing gently. My head falls back as his mouth closes around one hardened nipple and then the other, sucking and licking until I'm gasping for air.
The room fills with our moans and sighs as Reece guides me toward the enormous bed, silky smooth sheets and a cloud-like comforter, inviting and enticing. The pillows are soft and plump as he eases me back onto the plush mattress, his eyes never leaving mine.
Reece stands before me, his body flexing and sculpted; I watch as he undoes his belt and slides out of his pants. He loses his shirt next, and last, the dark blue boxer briefs that do little to contain the erection straining against the material. My breath catches in my throat as I drink in the sight of him. I watch as he sheaths his shaft with a condom, willing myself not to lick my lips in anticipation. As he stretches over me, I reach out, my fingers grazing his chest, tracing the defined lines. He leans down to capture my lips in a heated kiss, his hunger matching mine.
Our bodies meld together. Sounds of desire and pleasure fill the room. Reece's hands intentionally roam my body along every inch of my skin. His touch is gentle and commanding.
I arch into him as he enters me, a moan escaping my lips. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and connection. Each thrust brings us closer to ecstasy, our bodies moving in rhythm.
Reece's control unravels, his self-restraint slipping away like another piece of clothing. His movements become more urgent, his grip on my hips tighter as he delves deeper into me, chasing the edge of orgasm. I match his intensity, my nails digging into his back as I ride the waves of pleasure.
Reece's lips find mine again, capturing my cries as he moves deeper into me. His touch sends tingles up my spine and curls my toes with an intensity I've never known. Sweat beads on our skin, glistening in the dim light.
All that matters is the connection between us. Every thrust, every kiss, every caress becomes a declaration of our need. The world outside these walls be damned, leaving only the two of us entangled in our private space.
In the heat of the moment, my words spill out, a mix of pleas and gasps. "Oh, Reece, don't stop... please, more..." My voice is a breathy whisper. I'm lost in the sensation of him, the depth of our connection.
His name becomes a mantra on my lips as I cling to him, my fingers digging into his back. I'm marking him, a physical reminder of the intensity of our union. With each movement, he fulfills my every fantasy, etching this moment into our memories.
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Reece
This feels surreal. I'm still reeling from the intensity of being with Genesis in every possible position throughout this suite. The way she seamlessly fits with me, as if we were made for each other, is something I can't shake off. Her passionate moans and the way my name escapes her lips are imprinted on my memory. Every time I entered her, her gasps sent a thrill through me, fueling me, wanting more.
We fell asleep entwined, and each time I stirred, she was there, matching my movements. When she mentioned she was sore, I didn't hesitate to lift her into the hot tub, where the intimacy continued. She took control with the warm water and bubbles enveloping us, and I was more than willing to surrender. I remember closing my eyes, lost in the sensation, as she moved over me. Genesis is my undoing, my weakness, and I'm okay with her knowing that. We lingered in that bliss, sipping champagne and indulging in fruit and cheese, losing track of time until dawn.
Lying in the heavenly bed, our limbs entwined in perfect disarray, a physical testament to our passion. The softness of the sheets contrasts with the intensity of our connection, creating a blanket of warmth and closeness. Our breathing synchronizes, a silent language of contentment and intimacy. There's a sense of peace, a rare moment where the world outside the walls of this suite fades and no longer matters. The only thing that does is what we've created in each other's arms. I gaze into her eyes. Though the room's dimly lit, I see contentment, a satisfaction I know I brought to her. It's a different kind of fulfillment from just making her smile, but a deeper connection. In this moment, I'm determined to claim her, to make her mine. I have to find a way to do it right.
"It's Christmas Eve," I whisper into her ear, breaking the silence.
"I know, it's early," she whispers back, her voice a gentle murmur.
