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The dark liquid swirled in the crystal glass, before disappearing between her deep red painted lips. She pushed the glass back towards the bartender with a nod as he walked past. She was lucky to have caught his eye given the busy environment of the hotel bar.

Ignoring the bustle around her, Kate picked up her phone, hoping he had replied. It had been hours since she had messaged, and he would usually have replied instantly. Her concern was growing the longer she waited, it wasn’t like him to make her wait. He was often the clingier one between the two of them. However, since she had to leave for Geneva alone, she felt their roles had reversed.

She downed her second glass of whisky, hoping the alcohol would take the edge off. After a long day of meetings and being away from her home, and her partner, she needed the relief.

Someone slid onto the seat next to her and flagged the bartender down to order a drink.

“Une Feldschlössen, s’il vous plaît et encore un verre pour la belle femme,” the man spoke with an accent that didn’t match the language he was speaking.

“Oh, no, thank you,” she told the bartender, before turning to the man. “You don’t need to,” she paused, “Chris?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met? I’m Max,” he responded, turning to face her.

Kate looked at him in confusion, thinking maybe she was already drunk off the whisky or just missing him too much. It wasn’t until he winked that she realised what was happening. She raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. She nodded, signalling she was happy to play his game.

“So, will you let me buy a beautiful woman a drink?” he asked again.

“That would be nice. A pinot noir, thank you,” she replied, then bit her lip after.

Max motioned at the bartender, placing her order, before cheekily questioning, “Are you going to tell me your name or am I just going to need to keep calling you beautiful?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, I quite like being called beautiful. What would be in it for me?” Kate looked up at him through her eyelashes as she took a sip of the wine.

He brushed his fingers against her bare thigh. “I’m sure it would be worth your while.”

“Well, in that case, I’m Victoria. Nice to meet you Max,” she purred, holding her hand out.

He took her hand in his, letting his fingers brush against her wrist as they shook hands. Her pulse was already racing under his fingers; eyes dilated in need and anticipation of what was to come.

They barely made it through one drink before retreating to Kate’s hotel room.

He kept a possessive hand on her lower back the entire walk to the elevator, not letting her take more than a step away from him. He’d missed her and certainly wasn’t going to waste a moment now he was back with her.

They were grateful when they were the only ones to step in the lift. Their lips collided the second the doors shut behind them. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, leaving no space between them. She hummed, arms looping around his shoulders as she returned the passionate embrace.

Remaining uninterrupted, they made out in the elevator until it reached her floor with a ding.

As soon as they stepped into the room, he had her pressed up against the door and was crowding into her space. They kissed heatedly as she ground down on his leg that had slipped between her thighs.

He pulled the bottom of her dress up to her waist, then teased at the edge of her panties with his fingertips as they ghosted over the thin material, riling her up.

She bucked up into his hand, his fingers finally grazing her lace covered core. He pressed more firmly against her, smirking as he felt how drenched she had become. She mewled, trying to rut against him, but he pulled away before she could get any kind of friction.

Before she could whine, he hooked his fingers under the side of her panties and tugged, ripping the lace from her body. She squeaked at the harsh movement. However, the complaint died on her lips as his hand cupped her, palm stimulating her clit as he teased her folds.

“Fuck, Chris—More,” she gasped, throwing her head back against the door once more.

“Max,” he reminded her, nipping at her neck.

“Don’t care. Shut up and fuck me,” she ordered.

He dropped to his knees and lifted her leg over his shoulder. Trailing kisses up the soft skin of her thigh, moving teasingly slowly towards her core. He chuckled at her groan as it turned into a whimper at the vibrations so close to where she needed him.

“I’m not sure you’re ready yet, beautiful,” he mumbled, before licking a stripe through her folds.

She moaned above him, encouraging him to continue his exploration. He pinned her hips to the door with one of his forearms, stilling her writhing as he fucked her with his tongue. Using his other hand, he yanked the top of her dress down, baring her breasts to the cool air of the hotel room. He pinched one of her nipples, rolling it between his fingers as he lapped at her clit.

Her breathy pants and soft whimpers filled the room—sweet music to his ears. He knew she was getting close by how her body was vibrating. That and the fact he was having to put more strength into pinning her, just to keep her upright, told him she was close to coming.

He hummed against her clit, bringing her over the edge and letting her ride through the waves of pleasure as he greedily licked up her juices. His face was just as soaked as the ripped lace abandoned next to him.

Feeling her body relax, he let her leg down off his shoulder and scooped her up into his arms. He held her close as he carried her to the bed.

Although her body remained limp against him, she peppered kisses along his neck before sucking at his pulse point. Her hands snuck between them, thumbing the buttons of his shirt in an attempt to free him from the garment. Only successful in unbuttoning the top half, she grazed over his chest with her nails, smirking at his subtle groan.

She yelped as he threw her down on the bed. Taking a second to strip off his clothes, he let his gaze roam over her.

Laid bare, she had made no moves to shield her body from his sight. Her usual self-consciousness over her scars and aging body was not present as she watched him carefully. It had taken them over a year to get to this point, where she was confident and had accepted that he wanted her, regardless of how much she felt she was too old for him.

“Kate… You are so beautiful,” Christofer whispered.

“What happened to the code names?” she quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

“Fuck the role play. We don’t need it.” He crawled onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs. “You are so utterly breathtaking and incredible, and I love you so much,” Christofer confessed, leaning to rest over her.

She shifted onto her elbows, extending her neck to kiss his lips softly. “I love you too.”

“Good, now we’re not leaving this bed until I’ve worshipped every part of you,” Christofer stated, lips brushing against Kate’s neck, eliciting a soft moan to escape her.