They make it to her room

“This… is my room,” she says, dropping her voice a little. She pushes the doors open.

The bedroom is huge and opulent but still warm. A king-sized bed – is there bigger than a king? Because this thing doesn’t look like it’s a regular king… – with crisp white sheets and a thick duvet. The room’s got floor-to-ceiling windows with sheer curtains letting in moonlight, a sitting area with two armchairs and a low table, plus a massive en-suite bathroom that’s partially visible through an open archway. There’s a faint scent of aromas I associate with her, lingering in the air.

She lets go of my hand and walks in a few steps, then turns back to me, suddenly seeming a little unsure as well.

“So…” she starts, “I guess that’s the main highlights.”

I step inside, past her, and hear her close the doors behind me as I check everything out.

“It’s beautiful,” I tell her honestly. “Just like you.”

She dips her head and wrings her hands and I recognize the shy smile start to come out again, then crosses the room to me. Her hands slide up my chest, staring at a button at eye level as she toys with it again.

“Are you staying the night?” she asks. “Or do you need to go home?”

I shake my head without any hesitation. “No. I can stay if you’re ok with that.”

Hearing my answer, she looks up at me with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and nods. “Good.” With a last flick of the button on my shirt, she steps back with a hint of a smile at one corner of her mouth.

“Can you give me just a minute?” she asks softly. “I’d like to brush my teeth and… maybe freshen up a little. Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “Of course. Take your time.”

She slowly backs toward the bathroom, watching me like she’s double-checking. “You sure? You’re not gonna… I don’t know, pass out or sneak away while I’m in there, right?”

I scan over her body, from her feet encased in the silver shoes as they cautiously continue to walk backwards, up to her gorgeous face that’s still got the faint traces of my seed on it, shaking my head. “Sofia, if someone **** me right now, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep. And there’s no way I’m going anywhere, unless you kick me out.”

She exhales, relieved, and gives me one more quick smile. “Okay. I’ll be as quick as I can.”

When she disappears into the bathroom, I stand in the middle of her bedroom, suddenly very aware of the fact that it’s just us, in her room, like I’ve been dreaming about since the first time I saw her. I hear the sink running, what sounds like a toothbrush, and then a few more minutes of other noises I’m not sure about. A part of me is grateful for the moment to work through the adrenaline that started to spike again.

A few minutes later the door opens again and she steps back out. Other than the fact that she’s barefoot now, she’s brought herself back to the allure she had when she first showed up in the limo. Her hair is touched up as best it could be with that little time, in loose waves and brushed back out. Her makeup also appears to be refreshed, leaving no traces of our earlier activity in the limo.

Everything about her is polished and confident when she stops just inside the archway with one hand resting on the frame.

“Thank you,” she starts. “I needed a minute to… put myself back together. This is a lot for me. And maybe for you, I don’t know. I’m in the middle of a messy marriage that, at the moment, I don’t see surviving long term, but nothing’s set in stone yet. And regardless of that… I’m still a mom. I’m still technically married right now. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about how young you are. I’m guessing you’ve only dated a handful of girls, which I would assume have all been your age. I just…” She trails off, then gives a small, self-deprecating laugh.

“Hey, I guess I’m a mom with a nice ass though, according to you.” And with that, she turns sideways a little, letting the dress show off the profile of her curves. The silver fabric accents the flare of her hips and the roundness of her backside. The pose is playful and teasing, but there’s no hiding the real vulnerability in her eyes when she peers over at me.

Taking a step closer, I say, “Sofia… I meant every word of what I said when we were dancing. You’re incredible. All of you. Even the mom part. As for the messy marriage, well according to you, he’s not someone I need to worry about, so that’s all you. And yes, especially the ass part, but everything. I know I’m only twenty- well twenty-one now, but I’m not blind to any of it. I’m here because I want you.”

Standing up straight again, she lets her arms fall to her sides.

“You sure?” she asks with furrowed brows. “No second thoughts?”

“I didn’t say that,” I blurt out.

I can see her start to clam up as her shoulders round in and her arms cross over her chest protectively.

“I mean I did say I’m an ass man,” I continue. I can’t keep the straight face I was hoping for, and race to get the rest out in one breath “but every other part of you is so hot, I keep changing my mind what part of you comes in second. Because it’s all such a close race.”

Pursing her lips and screwing up her face, she shakes her head and starts to walk toward me, regaining her confidence.

“You’re an ass,” she says with an eyebrow raised, then steps right into my space, “but thankfully you’re my ass for tonight, so maybe I’ll have to punish you for that.”

“You kinda asked for it,” I chuckle.

“Oh did I now?” she smirks. “And how did I ask for it?” Reaching up, she starts to unbutton my shirt, beginning with the top.

“By being so hot.”

Looking up to my face, she smirks, and finishes unbuttoning my shirt. After the last button is undone, she tugs it free of my pants and pushes the shirt off my shoulders so it falls on the floor. “So hot, huh?” Her hands have found my belt again, and begins to unbuckle it.

“Extremely,” I respond, watching her hands work the button free and grab the tab of my zipper.

“Hmm.”