Return to the hotel with David for some private time before checkout. As you head back check on Intergration progress and task completion.

You slip your arm through David's as you stroll back toward The Sandcastle Hotel, the shopping bag containing your emerald dress swinging gently against your leg. The boardwalk teems with tourists enjoying the late morning sunshine, but in this moment, they might as well not exist—the way David looks at you makes everything else fade to background noise.

"We should hurry," you murmur, pressing your body against his side. "Checkout's at eleven, and we've still got to pack."

David checks his watch and grins. "We've got half an hour. Plenty of time for... packing."

As you wait for the elevator in the hotel lobby, you discreetly slip your hand into your purse and pull out the glowing pink phone. The screen lights up immediately, Becky's cartoon avatar bouncing excitedly.

"Congrats on completing ALL your tasks, bestie!" she chirps. "You've earned 12 Return Points today! Your total is now 56—that's enough to unlock Level 4!"

A progress bar appears beneath her, showing your neural integration at 97%. Becky winks at you. "Just a teeny bit more and you'll hit one hundred percent! I wonder what might happen then?"

The elevator arrives with a soft ding, and you quickly tuck the phone away. Inside, David presses the button for your floor, then pulls you against him the moment the doors close. His mouth finds yours, hungry and insistent, one hand tangling in your copper waves while the other slides down to cup your ass.

"God, I can't get enough of you," he growls against your lips. "The way you were eating that gelato... I nearly took you right there on the boardwalk."

"Maybe you should have," you tease, your emerald nails trailing down his chest. "I wouldn't have stopped you."

The elevator doors open, and David practically drags you down the hallway to your room. He fumbles with the key card, cursing under his breath when it takes three tries to work. Finally, the door swings open, and you're barely inside before he's on you again, backing you against the wall.

"We don't have much time," you remind him breathlessly as his lips move down your neck.

"Then we better not waste it," he replies, hitching your sundress up around your waist. His fingers hook into your panties, dragging them down your thighs until they fall around your ankles. You kick them aside, gasping when his hand slides between your legs, finding you already wet.

"So ready for me," he murmurs, sounding pleased and a little awed. "Always so ready."

You reach for his belt, unfastening it with surprising dexterity considering how your hands shake with need. When you free him from his boxers, he's already fully hard, the tip glistening with precum.

David lifts you effortlessly, your back still pressed against the wall, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He positions himself at your entrance, then pushes inside in one smooth thrust that makes you cry out.

"Shhh," he chuckles against your ear, though he sounds just as affected. "Thin walls, remember?"

"Make me," you challenge, and he responds by covering your mouth with his while he begins to move inside you, each thrust driving deeper than the last.

It doesn't take long for either of you to reach the edge. The frantic pace, the lingering arousal from your public display at the gelato shop, the thrill of possibly being overheard—it all combines into an explosive release that has you biting down on David's shoulder to muffle your scream.

He follows moments later, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself inside you, groaning your name like a prayer.

As you both catch your breath, still joined together against the wall, your phone chimes from inside your purse. Neural integration: 98%.

12:15 | Tuesday 5 August 2025 | The Sandcastle Hotel, Brighton