Back to the room.
Zane Sterling pinned her against the door, his gaze fiery as he pressed closely against her.
The air around them turned thick and heavy.
"This outfit, it’s sothing else!" His voice, deep like a cello, carried a raspy edge.
Sophia Lowell was startled by his sudden move.
The swimsuit was breathable and thin, and tight, so when he embraced her, it felt like she was wearing nothing at all.
"Do you like it?"
Sophia teased, tugging at his tie, her other hand tracing circles on his thin shirt.
Zane couldn’t resist such teasing.
He grasped her hand, stroking it gently against his cheek.
"I like it, baby, you’re driving crazy!"
He pressed his forehead against hers.
This fabric is fine for ho, but if you go out like this, everyone will see. If I hadn’t rushed over today, who knows what might have happened!
She carefully caressed the man’s face.
The skin was so well-maintained, it didn’t feel like the face of a man nearing thirty at all.
"How much do you want it?"
Her slender fingers slid down from his face, over the Adam’s apple that moved unconsciously, to his constrained tie.
With a gentle tug, she aroused his desire.
His breathing beca heavy, as his large hand tenderly caressed the U-shaped open back of her waist.
He just needed to probe a little more, and he could reach where he wanted to touch.
Sophia knew he was doing just that, slowly conquering her territory.
She untied his tie, blindfolding his eyes.
His Adam’s apple moved furiously.
Everything went black before his eyes, but his senses heightened infinitely.
"Enough ti?" She hooked his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.
"Enough to satisfy you..." He responded to her kiss, a low hum escaping his lips.
She kissed him actively, her fingers undoing his buttons one by one, revealing the chest she had longed to see.
Greedily, she touched him, their passionate kisses mixing into each other.
The sound of breathing filled the room.
But she wasn’t content with just that.
She reached out, took his hand, and led him further into the room.
Like a puppet, he followed her, unable to resist her pull.
He leaned against the bedhead, his chest cool, feeling as if he was floating in the middle of a lake.
Countless small fish swam across his body, from top to bottom, not missing an inch of skin.
Zane clutched the bedsheet beside him, his breathing heavy.
This woman seed to have unlocked her latent desires, wanting to explore more and more.
——
Elsewhere.
Ethan Sinclair sat on the sofa reading docunts, while Hugh Irving took a hot shower in the bathroom.
The frosted glass window displayed the graceful silhouette of the woman inside.
He set the docunts aside, crossed his legs, and watched intently, twirling a pen in his hand, deep in thought.
Suddenly, she popped her head out of the bathroom, and Ethan quickly diverted his gaze.
"Ethan, I have no clothes."
Her clothes were in the pool locker, forgotten, as thoughts of him clouded her mind while showering, leaving her oblivious to her lack of attire.
Plus, she hadn’t planned on spending the night here; no room was booked, and it was too late to get one now.
"Just co out, it’s not like I haven’t seen before." He chuckled lightly.
Which inch of her hasn’t he seen or touched?
He could find the little red mole on her side with his eyes closed, and she used to love when he kissed there.
Thinking of this made her blush.
"..."
"I didn’t bring clothes either," he added.
Hugh bit her lip.
Isn’t he President Sinclair? He could have his assistant send clothes in minutes.
But he insisted on teasing her instead!
Feigning attention to his docunts.
Hugh had no choice but to co out wrapped in a towel from the bathroom.
She sat on the other end of Ethan’s sofa, intending to call Sophia.
Ethan noticed her small movents and lazily warned, "I wouldn’t call your two besties now if I were you."
"Mind your own business," she snapped at him.
Ethan chuckled, "If you want, I can let you overhear them right now."
Startled, Hugh quickly hung up, calling the service desk instead to retrieve her clothes from the pool locker room.
Indeed, calling Sophia right now might not be ideal.
"Have sothing to eat first, then rest inside." Ethan suggested, nodding towards the table.
There was a simple sandwich and milk.
Hugh didn’t stand on ceremony; after a long day, she picked up the sandwich and started eating.
"Why did you co so early today?" she asked between bites.
"If not, the good ones get taken," Ethan replied, browsing through his docunts.
Hugh laughed and drank the milk.
Then the doorbell rang.
Both glanced at the door.
"Clothes are here." Ethan straightened, about to get up, but Hugh stopped him.
"I’ll get it."
Hugh stood, forgetting about the milk in her hand, intending to bypass him to the door, but the towel slipped, and she hurried to catch it, spilling the milk.
It spilled directly onto Ethan.
Milk trickled from his belly button down to his abdon.
Fortunately, Ethan reacted quickly, lifting the docunts out of harm’s way.
Hugh hurriedly set the glass down, tore several napkins, and started wiping him.
"Sorry..."
"Don’t wipe carelessly..." Ethan’s deep eyes were inscrutable as he caught her hand.
Their eyes t over the sudden curve upward.
"Did you do that on purpose?" Ethan squinted at her.
"Of course not!" she reddened.
Hugh quickly withdrew her hand, stepping past Ethan to open the door.
Ethan sighed almost imperceptibly, set his things down, and headed to the bathroom.
Hugh deliberately slowed, waiting until she turned back to find the sound of water running in the bathroom.
She exhaled, heading into the next room to change.
Luckily, it was a suite with both a living room and a bedroom.
She dressed without much thought, figuring Ethan would continue working, and since he’d offered her the bed to rest, he wouldn’t co in.
She lay down and soon fell asleep.
When Ethan erged from the bathroom, the bedroom door was ajar, leading him to believe Hugh had dressed and left.
Unconcerned, he returned to his docunts on the sofa.
Until five-thirty in the afternoon.
Hugh was awakened by the noise, her eyes blinking open to find the sun had set, bathing the bed in gold.
She got up, feeling sore and tired from swimming after so long.
In slippers, she left the room.
"Ethan..."
She began, stopping abruptly as she saw the room full of Sterling Group’s shareholders.
Zane was there too.
Startled, she shut the door loudly.
Zane gave Ethan a knowing smile.
Ethan was stunned for a mont, realizing Hugh was still there.
He lowered his eyes, thinking he might have missed a golden opportunity.
This impromptu shareholder eting was initially ant for Zane’s room, but with Sophia still asleep, they convened at Ethan’s suite.
Turns out they were all in similar situations.
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