Page 52 of Hold On Me

She marvels at the cream walls leading up to the high ceilings, the picturesque windows offering panoramic views of Central Park and Fifth Avenue below. The views themselves warrant the price tag the suite comes with. Being able to watch New York hum below us, the busy line of cars desperately trying to weave through the traffic and the people rushing through the snow covered streets, is priceless.

The plush rugs that cover most of the hardwood floor are soft and bouncy against our feet, and I watch her sock-covered toes wiggle against it. She’s so adorable, and yet I still want to do very dirty things to her.

Like bend her over the arm of the cream upholstered sofa and fuck her until she’s screaming for the whole of New York to hear. Or spread her wide open on the island between the open kitchen and dining area and devour her for my meal. She’d look beautiful against the dark wood of the dining table, laid out like a main course, just for me. Or maybe I’d push her up against the balcony windows, watch as her body is bathed in light as my hand brings her to pleasure before my cock does.

The whole place is one big exceptional possibility to fuck her numerous times, and judging from the little gasps and quick looks she’s sending my way, she can see it too.

The one place I want to show her, to have her in, is the en suite attached to the master bedroom. A claw foot tub big enough for two and a walk in rain and steam shower seal the deal and make this hotel the best.

“This is actually a suite I haven’t stayed in many times. I normally stay in one of the smaller ones, but I thought it best if Igot this one today.” I dip and grab the bags, mine and hers, and head toward the master room.

“Why did you need a bigger one? Surely the both of us don’t need this much space for one or two nights.” She follows behind me, and once we’re inside the room, she stares at the oversized king bed and gulps back another wow. “That thing is huge.”

“That’s what she said.” Her brows furrow in confusion as her mouth drops open in surprise. A small chuckle leaves my lips before I can stop it. “I’m not laughing at you,” I reassure her. “The double entendre was too good to miss. And I like your inability to keep what you’re thinking inside your head, that's all. It’s cute.”

“Oh really. If you’re so clever, tell me what I’m thinking now then.” Her eyes pierce through my own and I roll my lips to stop my grin.

“That I’m ridiculously sexy, incredibly intelligent, and you’re absolutely in awe of me?”

Her hands on her hips, she bites the inside of her cheek to stop her laughter. “Wrong.”

“Oh come on, I know one of those is the truth.” I take a step closer to her and she raises her chin up so she can maintain my gaze.

“Which one?” The challenging smirk on her face leaves me fighting every urge in me to not throw her on that huge bed and fuck her into the mattress.

“I know you think I’m sexy.” Another step closer to her, our chests touching with each exhale of breath.

“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. You can’t know for sure.” She inches closer to me and pushes herself against me, her soft body moulding to my hard planes.

“Oh but I do, Penelope. That’s the one thing I know for certain about you. That and you’re an absolute brat.” My handfalls gently on her hip, and while her breath catches in her throat, she doesn’t break our gaze.

She wets her lips and takes a deep breath. “And what are you gonna do about it… Ben?”

A sharp inhalation through my nose lets her know she’s affecting me as much as I am her. But before I can dip my head and place my lips on hers, her phone starts to ring.

She groans loudly and my dick gets even harder imagining how her moans will sound when I’m buried inside her. She grabs the phone from her back pocket and rolls her eyes theatrically. Ah, it’s one of her brothers. Probably Jenson.

I walk into the en suite to try and cool down. After several minutes, her footsteps alert me to her presence, but it’s her words that make me laugh loudly.

“Holy motherfluffing shirtballs. Is that a rain shower? Oh my god,anda tub? Do we really have to go to lunch? Can’t I stay here and enjoy getting clean?”

An image of her naked body pressed up against the glass surrounding the shower, standing on her tiptoes with her tits sliding up and down as I take her from behind, pops into my mind. I suppress the growl in my throat, but can’t shake the huskiness from my voice.

“You need to get dirty before you can enjoy getting clean, Penelope. I can help you with that later if you want.”

A slow smile forms on her lips and her eyes trail down my body. “Maybe.”

She swivels on her heels and heads back out into the bedroom. And I take a few seconds to breathe before I bend her over my knee and spank that sass right out of her.

“What time is lunch anyway?” she calls through to me, and I grit my teeth and curse the fact I have to leave this bloody hotel room with her rather than staying here and doing what I really want. Namely, her.

“Midday.” I stride back into the room, grab my bag, and avert my gaze from her. Because if I look at her again, my restraint is going to snap. “I’ll come get you around eleven thirty. Make yourself at home. I’ll be in the other bedroom.” I can’t see the disappointment from my stance but I can hear it in her voice.

“Oh, I, um… sure. I’ll see you, then, Mr. Elias.”

This time the growl leaves my lips. I snap my attention to her, drop the bag, take the two steps toward her, and grip her chin in my hand, tilting her face to look at me.

“I’ve told you to call me Ben, and I expect you to listen when I tell you something, Penelope.” She gasps but nods her head, and I groan at how utterly perfect she is. “The only reason I’m leaving this room right now is because if I don’t, I’ll start something that will take me a lot longer than a couple of hours to finish. And Ihaveto go to that lunch.” Her eyes are wide, desire flitting through them as I bring my lips to within an inch of hers. “Don’t overthink things. And don’t question whether I want you, Penelope.”

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