The city glitters outside the hotel room window, the skyline glowing like embers against the deep velvet of the night. I stand there, barefoot on the cool marble floor, my silk robe loosely tied at the waist. The fabric clings to my damp skin, a subtle reminder of the heated shower I just escaped. The scent of lavender lingers in the air, mixing with the faint trace of cologne he left behind earlier.

I hear the door click shut, and my heart skips a beat. He's back.

"Couldn't sleep without me?" he teases, his voice low and playful as he steps into the room. His dark eyes meet mine, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. He's unbuttoning his suit jacket, the tailored fabric sliding off his broad shoulders with ease.

"I got lonely," I admit, my voice soft, almost a whisper. I let the robe slip off one shoulder, watching as his eyes follow the movement, darkening with interest.

"Lonely, huh?" he says, stepping closer, his tie now hanging loose around his neck. His gaze roams over me, drinking me in as if I'm the only thing that exists in this moment.

I take a step back, the cool glass of the window pressing against my bare skin. "You’re staring," I tease, a hint of a smile playing on my lips.

"Can you blame me?" he counters, his tone dropping, the heat in his voice unmistakable. He’s standing in front of me now, his hands bracing on either side of my hips, caging me in.

I reach up, tugging gently at his tie, pulling him closer. "You’re overdressed," I whisper, my lips brushing against his.

His breath hitches, and he steps back just enough to let my hands work. I undo his tie and toss it aside, then unbutton his shirt slowly, savoring every inch of skin revealed beneath my fingertips. His chest rises and falls with each breath, his restraint hanging by a thread.

"You’re playing a dangerous game," he murmurs, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing the silk robe higher.

"Am I?" I reply, my voice dripping with mischief.

His lips crash into mine, silencing my teasing words. The kiss is demanding, hungry, and I respond with equal fervor, my hands tangling in his hair as he lifts me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist, and he carries me to the bed, laying me down gently against the cool sheets.

His fingers trace a path down my body, sending sparks of electricity in their wake. He takes his time, his lips following the trail of his hands, worshipping every inch of me.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my skin, his voice thick with desire.

I arch beneath him, my body desperate for more, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. "I need you," I whisper, my voice trembling with want.

He pauses, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Tell me," he demands, his tone both commanding and tender.

"I need you inside me," I confess, my voice barely more than a breath.

That’s all it takes. He moves over me, his body fitting against mine perfectly. When he finally enters me, it’s like the world disappears, leaving only the two of us tangled together in the heat of the night. His movements are slow at first, deliberate, as if savoring every moment. But as my hands clutch at his shoulders and my moans fill the room, he quickens, his control unraveling.

"Fuck," he groans, his forehead resting against mine as we move together, the rhythm building into a crescendo.

"Don’t stop," I beg, my nails digging into his back as I feel the tension coil tighter and tighter in my core.

"I’m not stopping," he promises, his voice a deep growl.

When release finally crashes over us, it’s blinding, a wave of pleasure so intense it leaves us both breathless. He collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms as our hearts race in unison.

"That was…" I start, but I can’t find the words.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. "We’re not done yet," he says, his voice full of promise.

I laugh softly, my body already craving more. "You better mean that," I whisper, tilting my head to kiss him again.

The city outside fades into the background, and the night stretches ahead, full of endless possibilities.