,"Nathan, I’m at the department store now..."
"I’ll come to pick you up."
"No need, I’ll take a ride to the hotel to find you," Capital City’s traffic was terrible, and having Nathan Moore come to the department store to pick her up and then return to the hotel would be a waste of time. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Okay," a word was dropped, and the two hung up the phone, walked out of the restroom’s door, Titus Zane looked around, not seeing Alder Locke following, then walked in another direction.
Quickly descending the stairs, Titus Zane almost jogged out of the department store.
Thinking that she was about to see Nathan Moore, her heart felt like it had sprouted wings.
She got into a taxi and reported the hotel’s address, half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the hotel.
She handed a large bill to the driver, not bothering with the change, Titus Zane pushed the door open and hurried towards the hotel.
Standing in the elevator, as the numbers continued to jump, Titus Zane felt her heart was about to leap out, and when there was a ding, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.
Originally controlling her excitement, not wanting to appear too eager, Titus Zane proceeded elegantly and composedly towards Nathan Moore’s room, but the room was at the end of the corridor, and it seemed like her composed steps would take minutes to reach there. Feeling urgent, seeing no one in the corridor, she lifted her long legs and ran.
Stopping in front of Nathan Moore’s room, Titus Zane patted her chest, trying to calm her breath before knocking on the door, but as soon as she closed her eyes to take a breath, the tightly shut door suddenly opened, and with a force, she was pulled inside.
Her back pressed heavily against the door panel, her chest was also pressed hard, before she could react, a shadow loomed and she was deprived of breath.
Familiar sensations surged, instinctively, Tirus Zane closed her eyes, her arms encircled Nathan Moore’s neck, and a murmur spilled out, "Nathan..."
"Hmm," he responded faintly, the kiss, fervent and urgent, his warm lips pressed heavily against hers, grinding, the large hand that pinched at her waist moved under her knit shirt, expertly exploring his favorite to hold in the palm...
Before she knew it, her clothes were nearly stripped off, sensing his eagerness, Titus Zane quickly spoke out, "...not here... let’s go inside..."
Behind her was the door panel of the room, she was worried... it might be heard by passing guests.
Supporting her hips, he turned her and pressed her against the wall beside, at the same time, her body was filled...
Both letting out a sigh, her cry of shock, his satisfaction, his handsome face buried in Titus Zane’s shoulder hollow, feeling her warmth, neither moved for a long while.
Although they were apart only a few days, it felt like half a century.
...Nathan..." a soft whisper, like an invitation, he hummed in response, his robust muscles then began to rhythmically move, a thrilling sensation after the lingering heat gradually intensifying.
For his woman, Nathan Moore always held nothing back, transmitting his most beautiful and primal passions to her entirely.
A session of love exhausted Titus Zane, her eyes closed, resting in Nathan Moore’s arm curve, her lips curved into a sweet smile.
A metallic ’ding,’ a sound of metal friction, Titus Zane knew he wanted to smoke a post-coitus cigarette.
Slender fingers gently caressed her belly, "Nathan Moore, do you think there is already a little sprout growing here?"
Exhaling the smoke from his mouth, a kiss landed on Titus Zane’s forehead, after pulling away Nathan Moore finally responded, looking at the happy man, his smiling eyes soft and gentle, "There should be countless, I always hit the mark."