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"Room 102 on the first floor, Sir."

I nodded at him and took Isabella's hand. Fiona and John had finished their dance by now. Our absence hadn't been noticed by anyone yet, and Isabella made no attempt to return to her friends. On the contrary. As I led her to the elevator and its doors opened immediately, she was the first to step in, leaned against the wall, and looked at me invitingly.

"Prove to me that you're my fiancé." She slowly licked her lips with her tongue. I didn't need to be told twice. As the elevator doors closed behind me, I took a step toward Isabella. This time, however, I didn't kiss her. I ran my hand over her cheek, down her neck, and traced the line of her décolleté. Isabella's chest rose and fell with her increasingly heavy breaths. My cock throbbed harder. I could hardly wait to touch her breasts.

Pling.

The ride to the first floor lasted only a few seconds. With a slight regret, I released my hand from Isabella's decolletage, grabbed her arm, and pulled her behind me out of the elevator. Our room was right next door.

As soon as the door closed behind us, Isabella pressed herself against me again. Our mouths found each other and merged in a passionate kiss. This time, I lightly bit Isabella's lip, which was rewarded with a moan. A louder moan than before. A moan that spoke of desire and longing. A moan that made my cock throb.

I broke the kiss and traced my tongue along her jawbone until I reached her ear. Gently, I nibbled on her earlobe. Isabella's moans grew louder. More intense. Her hands were on my ass, pressing me against her. Again, her hips rubbed against mine.

Oh yes, baby.

"Take off your clothes," I whispered in her ear and stepped back from her. Isabella obeyed. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her green chiffon dress. Underneath, she wore black lace lingerie. Just the way I liked it.

"All of it," I commanded, while undoing my belt. I kept my eyes on Isabella. Finally, I could see the body that had been pressing so tantalizingly against mine all evening.

Wow.

I stared at her.

This woman.

My clothes soon fell to the floor as well. Immediately after, I pulled Isabella back to me and pressed my hand against her right breast. It felt just as I had expected. Full. Firm. I stroked my thumb over the nipple, which immediately hardened. Slowly, I bent my head down and took it into my mouth. As I sucked on it, Isabella's moans grew louder. I took a few steps back, and we sank together onto the bed. My other hand wandered down and found Isabella's most sensitive spot. Isabella wasn't wet. She was drenched. Drenched with lust and desire. Willingly, she spread her legs to give me better access. With my hand, I gently massaged Isabella's pearl until her moans echoed off the walls of the hotel room. In her excitement, she pressed herself deeper into the pillows.

My cock was harder than ever before.

I had to have this woman now.

I had been waiting for this all evening. In fact, since the moment I first saw Isabella.

I pulled my hand away and thrust into Isabella. Her brown eyes looked at me through a veil of lust.

"Oh yes, Carter," she moaned now, as our bodies found and followed a shared rhythm. I thrust my cock deeper and deeper into Isabella. She wrapped her legs around me and lifted her hips.

Oh yes, baby.

Isabella began to twitch wildly beneath me.

"I'm coming," she finally moaned.

The contractions of Isabella's vagina left no doubt that it was true.

I thrust my cock deep into her one last time before I came and poured myself into her.

Chapter 9 ~ Isabella ~

Myeyeswerestillclosed and I was only half awake, but I already sensed that something around me was different than usual. The typical, sometimes more, sometimes less muffled noise that usually filled the streets around my apartment day and night was nowhere to be heard. The darkness on the other side of my eyelids also seemed different than usual. Brighter. Less black. And last but not least, the bed I was lying in felt completely different from my own. The mattress wasn't the same, and the comforter was heavier than the one at home.

Where was I?

Why wasn't I at home?

What had happened yesterday?

With my eyes still closed, I tried to remember. My head felt a bit heavier than usual today, and thinking seemed to be slower. I pieced together one fragment after another until a picture of last night emerged. We had celebrated Fiona's bachelorette party at a hotel, and right after my arrival, I had quickly drunk quite a lot because I wanted to forget some things. I had been fired and had an accident on the way to the party.

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