Jackson and Natalia stepped into the hotel's opulent lobby, the sudden shift from the cool night air to the warm interior sending a shiver down Jackson's spine. Or it was just Natalia's presence next to him. He couldn't be sure anymore. "Fancy," she remarked, eyes scanning the marble floors and crystal chandeliers. "You certainly know how to impress a girl." He smirked. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." He guided her towards the bar, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. The contact sent sparks through his fingertips, and he wondered if she felt it, too. The bar was dimly lit, with dark wood and leather furniture, and soft jazz played in the background. Jackson spotted an empty booth in the corner and steered them towards it. "After you," he said, gesturing for Natalia to slide in first. She raised an eyebrow. "Such a gentleman. Or do you just want to block my escape route?" He chuckled, sliding across from her. "Can't it be both?" She rolled her eyes, but her

Jackson took his time, relishing the journey. His hand slid beneath her dress, feeling the smooth fabric give way to the heat of her skin. As his fingers traced upwards, they encountered the thin band of her panties. He paused, looking at her for any sign of hesitation. "Don't stop now," she whispered, eyes blazing. His fingers slipped beneath the delicate lace, feeling the damp heat of her pussy. She sucked in a breath, a mix of surprise and pleasure flashing across her face. "So wet already?" he murmured. "What can I say? You've got a way about you." His fingers teased her folds, slipping quickly between the slickness. She sighed, leaning into his touch, her legs parting slightly to give him better access. Jackson leaned in, closing the distance between them and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Their lips melded together, hungry and insistent. Her tongue darted out, meeting his in a slow, sensual dance. He tangled his free hand in her hair, pulli

Jackson slid over her, finding her mouth with his. The kiss was a clash of hunger and heat, leaving them both breathless. Her skin seared beneath his touch, soft in all the right places as his hands roamed freely. They found her tits, gripped them, thumbs grazing over nipples that hardened instantly. "Yessss…" She arched into his touch, her moan vibrating against his lips. "Spread those legs for me," he murmured against her mouth. Her thighs parted in answer, giving him room. He positioned himself between them, feeling the wet heat of her pussy radiating need. He took himself in hand, rubbing the tip of his cock along her slit, gathering her slickness on his skin. "Please," she whispered, a delicious desperation slipping into her voice. Aiming true, he pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping past her folds. Her molten heat enveloped him, inviting him deeper. He wasted no time, driving into her with a force she'd remember. She gasped, but it was qu

Jackson lay awake, staring at the ornate ceiling of the hotel suite. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow from the city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. Natalia slept peacefully in his arms, her warm, bare skin pressed against his. He couldn't help but marvel at his life's surreal turn. Just weeks ago, he was a nobody, scraping paycheck to paycheck. Now, he was in a luxurious hotel suite with a stunning woman in his bed. It felt like a dream he feared waking up from at any moment. Natalia stirred slightly, mumbling something incomprehensible in her sleep. Jackson smiled, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She truly was breathtaking, even in slumber. As if on cue, Quantum Quill's voice chimed in his head. "Well done, darling. You've managed to charm your way through all of today's tasks. I must say, I'm impressed." "Gee, thanks. I live for your approval." "Sarcasm doesn't suit you, darling. But I'll let it slide this time. Your reward will be c

His eyebrows shot up. "Oh really? I thought I was special." She laughed. "Relax, I'm kidding. This weekend sounds perfect. Don't disappoint me, or I might have to start looking for those other men." "Challenge accepted," he grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. "I'll make sure it's a night you won't forget." "Alright, alright. I'll agree to this date of yours," she said playfully, with a hint of genuine interest. "But it better be good. I'm not easily impressed, you know." "Oh, I'm not worried. In fact, I'm sure you'll be begging for a second date before the night is over." "We'll see about that after the first date. No need to get ahead of ourselves." She glanced at her watch, then back at Jackson. "I should probably get your contact info. Got a business card?" His face fell slightly. "Ah, damn. I didn't bring any with me. I left them all in my other pants, the ones without champagne stains." "How about your phone then? I can just enter my numbe