The question caught him off guard. He'd been so focused on figuring her out that he hadn't considered his endgame.
"I..." he stammered, his mind racing. Should he be honest? Play it cool? Make a joke? Natalia raised an eyebrow, waiting. "To be honest," he finally said, combining truth and bravado, "I was hoping it might be you." "What makes you sure I'll agree to go with you?" He grinned, feeling a bit more confident now. "I'm not sure at all. But I'm willing to take my chances." "Oh really? And what exactly are you asking me to take a chance on?" "Just a drink," he said, keeping his tone light. "No hidden agenda, no strings attached. Just a drink." She looked at him skeptically, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Just a drink?" "Just a drink," he repeated. She laughed softly. "Alright, Jackson. One drink. But no more than that." "I promise. Just one drink." "Well then, where arJackson 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 signaled for the waiter. "I'll take care of the bill," he said, sliding his credit card across the counter. "Very generous," Natalia commented, leaning against the bar and watching him bemusedly. He shrugged. Once the bill was settled, they made their way to the reception desk. Jackson approached the receptionist, who looked up with a professional smile. "Good evening, sir. How can I assist you?" "I'd like to book one of your luxurious suites for tonight," Jackson said smoothly. The receptionist's fingers danced across the keyboard. "Of course, sir. May I see your ID?" Jackson handed over his driver's license, and within moments, he was handed a sleek key card. "Your suite is on the top floor," the receptionist said. "Enjoy your stay." "Oh, we will," Natalia purred. They moved toward the elevator, the soft carpet muffling their footsteps. As they waited for the elevator doors to open, Jackson couldn't help but admire Natalia's silhouette against the polished gold tri
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 gently placed her on the bed, watching as she sprawled before him like a feast for a starving man. Her red dress was bunched around her waist, and he quickly worked to peel it off completely, leaving her in nothing but those tantalizing black panties. Natalia lay sprawled out on the bed, a mix of desire and mischief glinting in her eyes. "Enjoying the view?" she teased, arching an eyebrow. "More than you know," he replied, his voice husky with need. Jackson spread her legs wide with a deliberate slowness that drove her wild. He admired the sight of her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin and the way her panties clung to her curves. The thin lace was already damp with her arousal, and he couldn't resist running his thumb over the wet spot. Jackson hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them aside, revealing the glistening folds of her pussy. He lowered his head without hesitation, his tongue darting out to taste her. "Fuck!" s
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
Natalia turned to face him, propping herself up on one elbow. Her hair was a mess, her makeup slightly smudged, but somehow, she looked even more beautiful than before. "You know," she said, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with her finger, "when I saw you at first, I never would have guessed you'd be such a wild man in bed." He laughed, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises." "Clearly," she agreed with a wicked smile. "Though I have to wonder... where did you learn all those moves? You some kind of secret sex guru or something?" "Yeah, right. More like years of trial and error." "Whatever the reason, it's certainly paid off. That was some of the best sex I've had in a long time." "Oh, I'm not finished with you yet," he said, pulling her closer. She raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'll stick around for an encore?" He grinned, his hand tracing lazy circles on her hip. "Call it a hunch. Plus,
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
Jackson's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the bright sunlight streaming through the hotel room's curtains. He groaned, his head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. The previous night's events swirled in his mind, a hazy mix of champagne, laughter, and Natalia's intoxicating presence. He rolled over, half-expecting to find an empty bed. Instead, his eyes widened at the sight of Natalia sitting on the edge of the mattress, her bare back and the curve of her ass catching his full attention. "Good morning," he managed, his voice still gravelly with sleep. She turned, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well, hello there, Sleeping Beauty. I was starting to think I'd have to kiss you awake." "Damn, I should've kept my eyes closed a bit longer." "Missed opportunity," she teased, leaning back on her elbows. The sheet slipped lower, revealing more of her curves. His eyes wandered appreciatively before meeting her gaze. "How long have you been up?" "Oh, just a few minut