Page 14 of Claiming Lily (Claiming 2)

I watch Lily’s head swinging from side to side in awe as we walk through the atrium lobby with its Swarovski crystal chandelier, extravagant artwork, and cascading fountains.

The immaculately dressed young man at the reception desk looks up with a welcoming smile as we approach. “Good afternoon. Welcome to The Royal Oak Hotel. How can I help you?”

“We have reservations. Callum Rogen and Lily Olsen,” I inform him.

The young man taps away on the computer in front of him. “Ah, yes. Here we go. You both have a luxury guest room. If you’d like to follow my colleague here, he’ll show you to your rooms,” he says, pointing to another immaculately dressed man hovering just behind us.

The man—Danny, according to the name badge pinned to his lapel—takes our cases from Brian, who leaves us with a courteous nod. We ride the elevator to the twentieth floor, following Danny along the corridor until he comes to a halt outside a door.

“This is your room, Mr. Rogen,” he says, opening the door with the keycard and handing it to me with a flourish. “And this is your room, Miss. Olsen,” he adds, moving along to the next door. “We’ve prepared the Brunel suite for your meeting later, Mr. Rogen. It’s clearly signed, so you shouldn’t have any problem locating it. I hope you enjoy your stay, and please don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything,” he finishes with a warm smile.

I murmur my thanks, handing Danny a hundred-dollar bill as he takes his leave and heads back down to the reception desk.

“Well, I should go and freshen up,” Lily says, tipping her head towards her room.

“I’ll give you a knock just after two. Give us time to grab a drink before they arrive,” I say softly, my eyes lingering on hers.

She manages a jerky nod before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. I feel like my feet are glued to the floor as I stare at her closed door. She’s going to ‘freshen up.” My mind runs away with that idea, and images of her soaping her naked body in the shower, her skin supple and slippery, have me clenching my hands into fists at my sides. Without even realizing it, I’ve taken a step closer to her door, my needy cock pointing firmly at where he wants to go.

She’s fighting the connection between us, considering all the reasons she thinks we can’t be together. Looks like I’m going to have to give her a giant push in the right direction.

Inside my room, I pace the floor, oblivious to my luxurious surroundings. Sweat beads on my forehead even though the room is cool. My rational mind is at war with the desires of my body.

Take it slow. Don’t freak her out. Let her come to you.

No! You’ve waited long enough. Take her. She’syours. Mark her, so every other man knows who she belongs to.

I shake my head as I pace, trying to use up the adrenaline that speeds through my veins, making my cock as hard as a rock. My body is shaking with the need for release. The car journey has rubbed my already frayed nerves raw. I close my eyes, remembering the way she snuggled into me so trustingly, her womanly scent, and her warm curves melting into me.

I kick off my shoes and strip out of my clothes, heading for the bathroom. Standing in front of the vanity mirror, I take my rigid cock in hand, angling the mirror down so I can watch as I work it up and down my shaft. I imagine Lily on her knees in front of me, pleasuring herself as she takes me in her mouth.

It only takes seconds before I’m climaxing, my cum shooting from me in thick ropes into the basin while I grunt out Lily’s name…

A few hours later, I’m knocking on Lily’s door. I wait impatiently for a few seconds before knocking again.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” Lily calls from inside, just before the door opens.

Her sweater is gone, replaced by a short-sleeved silky blouse that clings to her ripe tits. She smiles up at me, her hazel eyes alight with life, and the rest of the world fades away. Right then, I vow there’s nothing I won’t do to see that smile every day for the rest of my life.

“You ready?” I ask, my voice harsher than I intended as my cock springs to life again. Swear to God, it’s hard enough to drill for oil despite jacking off in the bathroom just a few hours ago. I turn away before she sees, heading down the hallway.

“Hold your horses, grumpy pants!” she calls after me.

I hear the door closing and her footsteps rushing to catch up. I come to an abrupt halt, and she barrels into me. Her palms flatten against my chest as I reach out instinctively to steady her. I suck in a breath at the heat of her touch, even through a layer of fabric.

“Not grumpy. Frustrated,” I correct her, smoothing my hands up and down the soft skin of her arms. “Once this thing with Cooper is done, I’m taking you to my bed, Angel.”

“’Kay,” she whispers, her hazel eyes soft on my face. “Are you going to kiss me now?”

I grit my teeth. “Not unless you want our first time together to be up against that wall behind you because the next time I kiss you, you’re going to be splayed out on those silk sheets,” I growl, pointing towards my room.

She trembles against me, but I force myself to take a step back. I lace her fingers with mine and tug her toward the elevator that will take us to our meeting with Miller Cooper.

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