They checked in and spent hours in the rooms, figuring out how to escape. It was pretty even teamwork, with both of them contributing. They just so happened to grab some milkshakes and junk food on the way out.

  "Dating you has really made me eat a lot of junk food. I can only imagine how my trainer will react when he sees how much mass I have gained."

  "It's a good thing I don't love you for your body, or else I would leave you after you weren't the same… even though I caused it," she teased.

  "Oh, you aren't in this relationship for my looks?" She shook her head. "Good to hear." Of course he knew, but a little banter only improved the quality of their relationship.

  "But you shall never find out if I am being truthful!" she said in a sing-song voice. He rolled his eyes and guided her into the car.

  "Come, we need to pet you when we get back to my hotel room." He tapped her head and winked. She giggled and got in, excited for their little adventure.

  "Can't you drive a little faster?" she said, laughing. She was eager, hot and ready. Maybe she should have tried to give him a blowjob while he was driving, but that would be disastrous. She had settled for making him feel equally wanton, placing her hand on his knee and stroking his inner thigh.

  "You better stop before I pull over," he groaned.

  "Oh, and whatever would you do after that?" she asked, her voice high and scratchy. When he looked over, she shivered. His eyes were filled with a promise of wickedness. "Wouldn't you want to know……"

  She bit her lip. She wanted to know! "I hope it is kinky."

  "Don't tempt me. I can google places we can stop without being spotted."

  "Are we there yet?" She pouted like a petulant child.

  "Are you getting anxious?" he grinned.

  "Of course not," she counteracted. "I could just stay on the road forever and not feel a thing." She removed her hand from his knee.

  She curled up in her seat, making her dress ride up higher than it previously was. "It's just that I know you want to see what lay under this dress."

  "You got me there."

  She felt a rush of warmth coursing through her body. The tension between them was so thick that one could cut it with a knife. It wasn't just l.u.s.t though, she felt completely in love with him. His affection and honesty was something which made her want to stay with him. He was down to earth and knew what he wanted from the relationship. No, their relationship was not perfect, but they were happy together.

  It was the thrill of attraction, wanting him pressing down on her, but it was also about how well they got along, the banter and the calmness of being together.

  The hotel parking lot they pulled into led to a grander hotel, one much finer than hers, which is saying that he could afford it far more than her, even with her fat paycheck from making videos.

  When they entered his room, she stood there stunned. It would be incredibly rude to bring this up.

  "Whoa," she slipped.

  "I know," he coughed.

  "Is this… what color is this?" She continued to stare.

  "Looks nothing like the outside, right?" he chuckled. "But don't laugh at my room. I am very protective of it."

  "It's puke," she said suddenly. He snorted. "It looks like someone with very bad taste lives here. I can't believe you are staying." She tittered. "God, even the furniture is ugly."

  "You're calling me out for having bad taste?" He rested his hand on her waist. "That doesn't say much about my love for you, does it now?"

  "Well, I asked for that one." She went on her tiptoes and pecked him on the lips. "You're right. You have impeccable taste. Why would you pick me up otherwise?"

  "You've finally seen the light." With that, she swept her into his arms. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head up to kiss him properly. It was a scene from one of his movies… the beginning of a blistering love scene.

  She giggled as he placed her on the bed. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, climbing over her. He held himself up on his arms and knees.

  "The scene is just too peculiar," she admitted.

  "We'll make you forget all about it." She quirked her brow up.

  "We? Are we expecting someone else?" She paused. "I wouldn't mind," she said in a low voice. He growled in response, freeing one hand to go to the hem of her dress. He pushed it up her thighs until her panties were visible.

  "Ah, you were anticipating this, weren't you?" he taunted. He crawled down and kissed the inside of her thighs. She m.o.a.ned, making him peer at her face.

  Katherine felt the hint of smile as he peppered her thigh with kisses, slowly inching forward to her center. She shimmied, trying to ride the dress further up and succeeded. With that, she splayed her legs shamelessly and gave him the access.

  He chuckled and quickly patted her covered p.u.s.s.y. "Eager?" he asked. He didn't expect the hissed yes that came from her. Pushing the panty aside, he stared for a minute, before sighing happily and leaning in.

  At first, it was just a kiss, and then the dart of his tongue over her lips. But then he dove in, placing his mouth on her opening and pushing his tongue in. She shivered and remained in her place, biting her lip and grabbing onto the sheet underneath her. The coolness of it contrasted the heat of her skin.

  "I'm going to make you come now," he proclaimed. His fingers found their way to her core, doing exactly what he had told her he could. She let go of the sheet and grabbed his shoulder for support.