Jack
“Would you like ablanket for your wife?” I don’t correct the stewardess when she hands me the offered blanket. Elsa fell asleep after less than fifteen minutes in the air. I noticed the dark circles under her eyes earlier, but it didn’t take away from her beauty. If anything, it made her more beautiful to me, knowing that I was the one who kept her awake, making love to her for hours and hours.
“Yes, thank you.” I take the blanket from her hands, shake it out, and drape it over Elsa’s shoulders and the rest of her body, making sure the corner drapes over my lap to cover the hard-on pressing against the zipper of my pants, as it has been since I saw Elsa again today.
Once I have her tucked in, I scroll through her file on my phone again, looking for any leads on who might want to harm her or Ember. But nothing jumps out. The only thing that stands out to me is that the Elsa on paper is nothing like the Elsa in person.
Her parents filled out the profile, making sure to give our intake person all the pertinent information needed to protect her. But instead of the cold-hearted, frigid bitch I was expecting, I found a sweet, innocent—well formerly innocent—woman who makes a point to thank everyone we encounter, from the driver Cass arranged for us to the baggage handlers to the TSA agents.
My intel included some brief information about Ember, but I don’t see her as the wild-child temptress the file described. Sure, she made some suggestive remarks in her father’s study, but the vulnerability in her eyes when she looked at Trace says otherwise.
Nothing in my information explains why, in the hell, Elsa told me her name was Ember the night we met. “What is going on in that sexy head of yours?” I put my phone back in my pocket and brush a strand of hair from Elsa’s cheek. The motion makes her shift in her sleep, rolling closer to me until her head falls against my shoulder.
Calling myself all kinds of a fool, I gently lift her head and slip my arm under her neck, tucking her against my chest as I did that night we were together. We stay like that for the rest of the flight. It isn’t until the pilot announces our arrival that Elsa stirs.
“Hi.” Her eyes flutter open with a sleepy smile.
“Wake up, Princess.”
Her eyes fly open. “What did you just say?” She lifts her head off my shoulder, and I miss the feel of her against me.
“I said it’s time to wake up.” I leave off the princess this time, and she looks at me suspiciously. “Come on. Your parents are putting us up at The Gilded Hart Hotel. It’s the same place hosting the Valentine’s Day Ball.”
“Nothing but the best with my parents,” she mumbles.
I’d sensed a slight tension between Ember and her parents—Elsa’s comment makes me wonder whether there isn’t more to her story as well.
***
During the entire ride from the airport, my cock thumps hungrily as I try to ignore Elsa sitting next to me, and the fact that every little bump in the road has her short skirt riding higher on her thighs and her knee brushing against mine as her tits jiggle, ready to pop right out of the top.
The driver pulls up in front of The Gilded Hart Hotel, hops out, and grabs our bags. We walk into the hotel, and I lead us straight to the elevator. “Don’t we have to check in?” Elsa’s forehead wrinkles into a cute little scowl that I want to place my lips against and smooth the lines away.
“It’s already been taken care of by my boss.” I motion for her to step onto the elevator first, with the bellboy carrying our luggage following behind. I pull the key card from my wallet, slip it into the slot on the door, and press one of the penthouse buttons. Like she said, nothing but the best from her parents.
The elevator stops on our floor, and I tip the bellboy for unloading our luggage. He rushes out of the room, leaving me alone with Elsa. “Which room should I take?”
I want to tell her she’ll be sharing my room, but I have a job to do first before I can make her mine. Right now, my only objective is to keep her safe. “The suite has four bedrooms. Take the one at the far end of the hallway—it will be the safest.” She nods and mumbles her thanks, then picks up her suitcase and walks down the hallway. “Why don’t you take a hot bath and relax? I’ll order room service for you to eat in your room. You’ll need your rest. Your mother has laid out quite the agenda for us to follow while we are in Cupid City.”
“Okay.” Is all she says as she makes her way to her room.
I call room service to order something to be delivered in thirty minutes, giving us both a chance to take a shower or, in her case, a bath. All I’ve thought about today is how sore she probably is from last night. I’m not a small guy. I know my cock abused her pussy over and over again last night. Soaking in warm water should help soothe her.
Unfortunately, the only thing that’s going to soothe me is jerking off in the shower, thinking about how she looked when I was deep inside her.
seven
Elsa
After taking a hotbath and eating the food that was waiting for me on my bed, I lay down and slept through the night into the next day. It wasn’t until Jack woke me up with his light knock on my door around four in the afternoon, with a tray of food, that I finally crawled out of bed.
“Eat up and get ready. We have a speakeasy to go to tonight,” Jack says, sitting in a chair next to my bed, scrolling through his phone as I eat the fluffiest pancakes I’ve ever had in my life.
“Mmm.” I moan around a bite. His eyes snap up and meet mine. The hunger in his eyes has nothing to do with food. But it’s enough to make me feel bold. “Want a bite?” I hold out my fork, with the world’s best pancake bite on it.
Calling my bluff, he leans toward the bed, opening his mouth for the pancake. I lift it to his mouth, watching as he wraps his lips around the fork and takes the whole thing in one bite. He chews slowly, never looking away from me, still leaning toward me. I watch him swallow, my eyes following the path. “Delicious,” he moans. I squeak in surprise and jump back, almost spilling the rest of my food. “Make sure to finish the rest of your food like a good girl.” He stands and walks out of the room, leaving me speechless.
Does he know it was really me he slept with and not Ember?
