Page 34 of Gabriel's Album

I head back out to the sitting room and sit on one of the sofas. I pick up the phone and dial room three-sixteen.

“Hey, sweetheart, how’s your room?” I greet her when Ariana answers the phone.

“Very nice, how’s yours?”

“Gorgeous. Do you want to come up and see it?” I ask.

“Sure. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. What room are you?”

“1027. You won’t be able to get up here, though. You need my room key, wait at the elevator bank, and I’ll come to get you.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

I’m smiling to myself as I make my way to the elevator and take it down to the third floor. It’s so stupid that I missed her even in the short time we’ve been apart. However, when the elevator doors open and I see her, I can feel that sense of rightness that comes with being around her. She’s sitting on the cream leather sofa in front of the elevator, and I can’t stop myself from smiling at the sight of her.

“Hi,” I say to her when she gets into the elevator.

I swipe my room card and press the button for the tenth floor. As soon as the doors close, I put my arms around her and kiss her.

“Wait until you see my room; it’s amazing.”

“I’ll bet it is. I already thought mine was amazing, and I’m sure yours is even better.”

The doors open again, and I hold her hand as we walk to my suite. When we get there, I swipe my card and open the door before handing the room key to her.

“Keep this so you can get back in later,” I tell her with a wink. “I’ve got a second key, and it’ll mean I don’t have to come down to the third floor to get you any time you want to come up here.”

Ariana gasps as she walks into the room.

“Let me give you the guided tour.” I take her hand in mine, telling her honestly, “I’ve never had a room this fantastic before in my life.”

I lead her over to the right side of the room, where there are two doors. The first opens into what is basically a regular hotel room, and the second door opens into a bathroom, which has an adjoining door into that bedroom.

In the middle of the room, there are some sliding glass doors that open onto a balcony with an outdoor dining setting. I lead Ariana out there, and once we’re outside, Ariana gasps again when she sees the view.

“Wow.”

Ariana leans against the balcony as she looks down at New York City. Her hair is blowing in the breeze, and she’s wearing the most enchanting look of wonder on her beautiful face.

“It’s pretty cool, huh.”

I walk up behind her and place my arms around her. She’s warm and soft and fits perfectly in front of me. I kiss the top of her head and enjoy the feeling of holding her as we stand above the hustle and bustle of the busy city below us.

“Let’s move on,” I say in a husky voice because I really want to show her the jacuzzi, and Ariana has goosebumps, so I think she’s probably getting cold out here.

“Sure,” she agrees.

We go back inside, and as soon as I close the door behind us, the cold air is shut out and the temperature is warm and pleasant again. I show her the kitchen with its refrigerator, stovetop, and microwave. Then I take her into my bedroom, pushing open the door to reveal the massive room with its king-size bed, sitting area, and large flatscreen television.

“Very nice,” she tells me.

“You haven’t seen the best part.”

“I’m pretty sure I have,” she says cheekily as she pinches my butt.

“Naughty girl!” I scold her. “Don’t make me bend you over this bed and spank you.”

The words slip out unintentionally. I’m not really into spanking and shit like that, but I’ll be damned if the idea of Ariana bent over the bed, naked, doesn’t make me horny as shit.

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