Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 40's
“Well, actually where are we going?” Rachel realizes that Jenson is not driving her vehicle to the tollgate.
“The Plaza.”
“Hotel The Plaza? Wh why? Why are we there?”
“We'll get one room there, put a latch on the door, and make love for the next twenty-four hours. After that, then we decide how we will deal with this problem next.”
Rachel nodded for a moment. "Why don't you ask my approval if we're going to the hotel?"
"Because I'm sure you'll agree to it. You like him, don't you?" Jenson pulled over his vehicle at The Plaza hotel.
Rachel threw away her face, she didn't want to be seen yesterday when she made love to Jenson, she enjoyed it so much. “But we do not carry luggage, we do not carry anything.”
“We don't need to carry anything, our bodies will warm up to each other,” Jenson said as they walked into the hotel's very elegant lobby, a sense of warmth runs through his skin and makes his nerves ripple.
“Good afternoon.” Jenson smiled at the receptionist standing behind the desk. For a moment Rachel wondered if the smile would have been so amazing had the officer been a man. “I want to check-in.”
“Have you booked a room?”
“Dirgantara. Jenson Aerospace.”
The officer pressed a few buttons and glared at his computer screen. “Honey once no room order on behalf of Dirgantara for the twenty-sixth.”
“Ketlin,” Jenson said with an impatient breath. “I shouldn't trust him to handle this.”
Understanding his point, Rachel clapped Jenson's hand. “You must excuse him, Jenson. He's been working for your family for forty years, if someone's already in their seventies.” His speech was cut off and let Jenson go on.
“We'll talk about it when we get home.” He turned back to the reception desk. “There seems to be a misunderstanding between my secretary and this hotel. We will stay overnight at this hotel. Are there any rooms available?”
The officer pressed more buttons. “We still have a suite.”
“OK alright.” Jenson took the registration form and filled it out. With the key in hand, he smiled again at the receptionist. “Thanks for your help.” Seeing the young man lifting the goods ready for work, he gave him some money sheets. “We will handle it, thank you.”
The young man stared at the Five hundred thousand in his hand and the absence of their luggage. “Good, Sir!”
“He thought we had a dark relationship” murmured Rachel as they stepped inside the elevator. “Leave it.” Before the elevator doors closed again, Jenson grabbed Rachel's body and imprisoned her in a kiss that lasted twelve floors.
“We don't know each other yet,” he said as they stepped outside the elevator. “We just met. We have no memories of childhood together or the same family.” He put the key in the hole. “We do not care at all about other livelihoods or whether we have opinions that oppose each other.”
“Will it make things easier?”
Jenson pulled him inside. “Let's find out.”
He didn't give Rachel a chance to wonder, a chance to argue. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed Rachel. Throw away all questions. Eliminate all options. Rachel wanted Jenson to do it all. In lust, thirst, need, they combine. Each struggles to get more, more than the other, to touch faster, to have more immediately. They forget what they know, what they think, and enjoy what they feel.
Both of their jackets, still cold from the wind, were dropped to the floor. Warm clothes and sweatshirts follow. No more than a step from the entrance, they were rolling on the carpet.
“Fuck winter,” ruk Jenson while struggling to take off Rachel's boots.
Laughing, Rachel tried to help Jenson take off her boots, then groaned as the man dipped his lips against her breast.
It was a race, some war, some affection. No one gave any leeway to the others. When their clothes were stripped, they raced even more, hands grabbed each other, lips stimulated each other. No more daydream-filled dejavu like they felt the first time. This is a new thing. The fingers tracing Rachel's skin had never been felt before. The lips, which were warm and burning, had never been felt. Fresh, erotic and fresh, their mouths meet and chime.
Rachel believes her heart never beats that fast. His body had never felt pain and trembled so desperately. He never wanted that to happen. Now he wants more, everyone. Jenson. He rolled so he could blow short, thirsty kisses all over the man's face, his neck, his chest. Everywhere.
Benak Jenson agrees with Rachel, with every part of her being that she can touch, feel, or smell. Rachel was wild in a way she never imagined, Rachel was demanding in a way that every man would surely crave. Jenson's body was like making him amazed, every curve, every angle. Rachel explores it until Jenson is half-crazy, groping her.