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Dave's POV
Dave arrived at the hotel just as Mirabel rushed toward him.
"Dave, I missed you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him.
"I missed you too," he replied, hugging her back.
"Okay… let's go," she said, tugging his hand.
As they walked, Dave tilted his head back, studying the building. Its design was striking, bold. "I'm impressed. This place is something else. How many rooms does it have?"
"Thirty-seven thousand," she answered proudly as they entered the elevator.
His brows rose. "That many?"
"Yes. And tonight there's going to be a grand opening party. Will you come?"
He gave a small shrug.
"Please," she added softly, almost pleading.
Dave smirked. "Sure."
The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor. Mirabel led him down the hallway until they reached room 14,441. He noted in passing where the others were staying—Charlie and the children on the thirtieth floor, Lucian and Clara on the tenth, Daniel and Tracy nearby. The hotel itself curved like a massive C around the beach, sixty floors of luxury and escape.
But Dave didn't care about the structure. He cared about her.
As soon as Mirabel opened the door and stepped inside, he closed it, pressed her back against it, and kissed her hard.
She gasped but immediately melted, responding with equal hunger.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was low and rough. "You're so beautiful… so beautiful I want to kiss every inch of you."
Her face turned crimson. "S-stop… don't say that…"
But Dave could feel it in her—her body trembled under his touch, her breath caught in her throat. Seven years without a man's hands… she was starving.
His lips found her neck as he slid her jacket off her shoulders. "I want to fill you," he murmured against her skin, "take you to the very edge of pleasure."
"Dave…" she moaned, clutching his shirt.
He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Her singlet was gone in moments, and his mouth claimed her breasts, sucking and teasing until her moans filled the room. His hands explored her, one cupping her curves, the other sliding slowly down her body.
"Hng…" Mirabel's voice broke as he bit gently, then soothed the spot with his tongue.
Dave kissed back up her body, his breath hot in her ear. "Don't worry… I won't take you tonight. We have time. For now, I just want you to remember—no man can make you feel what I do."
Her eyes burned with desire, her face red. "W-what do you want now?"
"You," he growled.
She swallowed. "I… I want to kiss you."
"Good girl."
His lips crashed onto hers again, demanding, devouring. She whimpered as his tongue slid deep into her mouth. He tore off his shirt, letting her hands explore his chest and abs, each touch pulling a groan from him.
He kissed her harder, deeper, until he had to break away, his breathing ragged. "If I don't stop now… I won't be able to stop at all."
And then—her phone rang.
On the screen: Charlie.
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