53. Luke

Chapter 53

Luke

It’s beena long time since I’ve been this intoxicated. It’s also been a long time since I’ve felt this… content.

I pull Natalie closer, bending down to talk to her over the music. “The last time I was buzzed was in Mexico.” My lips brush against her hair. “You’re a bad influence, Princess.”

Her laugh is bright. “I think it’s you. Normally I stop at one glass of wine.”

Someone bumps into Natalie from her other side, causing her to stumble.

I tighten my hold on her hand as she laughs off the incident while the woman who ran into her apologizes.

When we finally break through the crowd, a pair of servers—dressed the same as the one who gave us champagne—meet us at the edge of the dance floor.

One of them has a tray piled with little white drawstring bags, and the other has a clipboard.

I take one of the tiny bags and tuck it into my pocket. Some party souvenir, I’m sure. Natalie takes the pen offered by the other server and signs her name on a form.

She hands it to me, and I do the same.

I’ve seen this sort of consent forms before, allowing them to post the photos of tonight online. And since we’ve done nothing illegal, and I want everyone to know Natalie is spoken for, I’m happy for them to share pictures.

Handing it back, I’m a little surprised when both the servers sign the sheet before handing the piece of paper back to Natalie.

Thorough.

Natalie quickly folds the paper and shoves it into her pocket.

“Have a wonderful night!” One of the servers beams, and the other says something as we step past—sounded a lot like congratulations.

“Right to the hotel?” I ask, taking Natalie’s hand.

She beams up at me. Her cheeks are red, her eyes are a little glassy, and she sways when she nods up at me.

Heat bubbles in my chest, and I give her hand a sharp tug.

“Luke!” Natalie falls into my chest with a laugh, her free hand gripping my side.

I lean down and press my lips to hers.

Once.

Twice.

A third time, and I’m kissing her smile.

“I want you naked,” she demands against my mouth.

My cock jumps in excitement over the implication. And I agree with it.

It’s time to get Natalie to the hotel.

I pull my mouth away and drag Natalie down the little hall and out of the secret party.

We stop and get our slushie cups back from my new friend, The Bouncer, who congratulates us for some reason. Natalie helps me slip the thin parts of the cups under my belt, so the pair is secured against my side like a pair of slushie pistols and I don’t have to hold them. And instead, I rest my arm across Natalie’s shoulders.

Natalie leans against me, and I lean against her.

We make it to the street.

We smile when we pass the slushie bar.

We sway as we work our way around the casino we started in.

I hold her tighter as the hotel comes into view.

“I need to get my bag.” Natalie bumps into me as she says it.

I press a kiss to the top of her head as we enter the building. “No problem.”

When I head toward the front desk, she tugs on my arm. “It’s in my room.”

I let her pull me in the direction of the elevators. “You got a room?”

She nods, her eyes bright as she looks up at me.

And when we press the button for the elevator, I let myself feel the feelings building inside me.

The need. The want. The desire to be around her.

“I don’t want you to go, Princess,” I say quietly.

She looks up at me. “I’m not going anywhere, Player. We can spend the whole night together.”

“You’re damn right we’ll spend the night together, Green Eyes, but I meant after this. I hate that you don’t live near me.” I admit the truth that’s been eating at me since we parted ways in Mexico. “I want to see you more often than this.”

She bites her lip and looks at me with mischief in her eyes.

“What?” I ask.

She pauses for another moment, then smiles. “I’m moving to Minnesota next week.”

I stare at her.

Not comprehending.

My thoughts slower than usual.

I hold her gaze. “Say that again.”

Her smile wavers. “My company’s headquarters are moving to Minnesota.” She lifts a shoulder. “And I’m moving too.”

The elevator doors open behind Natalie, and I step into her.

I step into her space, pressing my chest to hers.

The movement is more aggressive than I meant it to be, my impaired balance making my steps heavy.

She moves with me, stepping backward and grabbing my hips as her back bumps against the elevator wall.

“You…” Natalie blinks up at me. “You’re okay with it?”

“Oh, Princess. I’m more than okay with it.” I press my hips into her. “And I’m gonna show you just how okay with it I am.”

My mouth finds hers as the doors slide shut behind us.

She tastes like summer vacation.

I slide my hands to her ass. Loving the way she fills my palms. Loving the way I can dig my fingers into her flesh.

The doors slide back open.

“Oh, uh…” someone mumbles.

Natalie lets out a squeak, and I glance over to see a man backing away from the open door.

With her forehead pressed to my chest, Natalie points to the panel of buttons. “Press the button for the top floor.”

Whoops, forgot to select one.

I twist my torso and reach back to press the highest number.

The doors slide shut, and the man never steps back into view. Which is good because my girl looks horny as fuck, with her lips a little pink, her eyes shining with lust, and her hands pulling me closer.

She wants me, so she can have me. But no one else gets to know the dirty side of my Princess.

When the car starts to rise, I reach down and grip her thigh, lifting her leg as I align our bodies and press into her.

“Luke.”

My name is a moan on her lips, and it lights my already sizzling blood on fire.

I roll my hips as I claim her mouth.

My dick is painfully hard. Eager to be back inside her.

She drags her fingers against my sides, and I don’t realize what she’s doing until I feel her touching my bare skin.

She pulled my shirt free, and her hands are roaming.

Skin on skin, and that fire inside me burns brighter.

“Fuck.” I hook my hand under her thigh, sliding it up until it’s wedged between her legs.

She tilts her hips, increasing the pressure between us.

“I’m taking you in your room. We’re not waiting for another elevator ride unless you want me to fuck you right here.” I say the words into her mouth.

“Yes. No. Up here.” Natalie rocks her hips and slides her hands around to my back, her fingertips against my spine.

We both sway when the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open again.

I glance back to make sure it’s the floor we want, then I let go of Natalie’s leg and take her hand.

“Which way?” I ask as I pull us out of the elevator. My dick is straining inside my pants, and I hope we don’t run into anyone else.

“Um.” Natalie bites her lip and looks at the sign showing which way for which room numbers. “One sec.” She opens her little purse and finds the room key and the little piece of folded paper with her room number.

I hold out my hand, and she sets the key in my palm.

Checking the number, I take us to the right.

Seeing the right room number, I stop, letting Natalie bump into my back, and hold the key against the door.

As soon as it unlocks, I shove the door open and walk Natalie through.