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Nate turned and gave me a stony look, his brow raised in consternation. No, it appeared that Nate was not okay.

“My brain still feels…fuzzy. I fuckin’ hate it. I can’t even recall what I packed, let alone list it and price it. We’d need a goddamn forensics team to piece it all together!” he grumbled. “But, it’s not as if I can’t afford to replace everything!”

“I hoped we wouldn’t be getting out of bed for three days, so I didn’t bring many clothes.” That saucy revelation pulled a twitch of a smile from my man! I swiftly penned my details and a list of clothes that probably cost less than the arm of one of Nate’s shirts, and then I shuffled closer. I pulled Nate in for a side hug and kissed him on the cheek. He sagged into me, surrendering in a way that brought my protective feelings to the fore. We were supposed to be having fun, enjoying one another’s bodies, and forgetting about the rest of the world, but some random bastards decided to turn our lives upside down. They’d made Nate a target, made us both feel unsafe, and I wouldn’t bloody stand for it. Fuck them and their agenda!

“How’s about, when this is done, we go to the new suite and take a cool shower together and remember that we’ve a promise to deliver on.”

Nate let out a sigh, and then to my surprise he moved his head lower, pushing his nose into my armpit. “I love the way you smell. Your scent goes straight to my balls, y’know...”

My god, that was so hot! “What do I smell like?”

“Mine,” he said and that single word stopped me in my tracks. I never believed I could feel this connected to him. Nate continued snuffling my armpit like a dog “I want to lick you here,” he groaned. My lethargy was forgotten.

“Damn, you filthy fucking tease,” I said roughly as I fisted Nate’s hair and pulled his head up so I could see the lust in his eyes. Oh yeah, I was so gone for this man. I leaned in, gave him a thorough, devouring kiss, and then pushed him away, pleased to see how dazed he looked. “The quicker the paperwork’s done the better! Y’get me?”

“Uh, yeah…I guess,” he said dreamily.

I moved away a little to keep temptation out of reach and we both continued to fill in the forms. I scanned the images on my phone to remind me of belongings that were destroyed. Then I swiped back through the photos of our day in Tiergarten. Yesterday had been an almost perfect first date—almost! I was taken by how happy we were, our eyes bright with carefree joy as we posed together with our bikes, then beside statues we’d discovered among the trees, and then atop the tower. A sudden realization hit me. “Fuck!” I exhaled.

“What, what is it?” Nate asked.

“They’re in so many photos?”

“Who?”

“Hugh-fucking-Jorgen, and two other men…here, look!” I tilted the screen so Nate could see that the photos I’d taken while we were cycling. I zoomed in to show Jorgen was on a bike around ten meters behind us, and behind him two Chinese men.

“Looks like Jorgen was trailing us and they were stalking him,” I suggested. But before we could talk further about why the Swede had been following us around the park, a soft feminine voice said,

“Guten morgen Herr Vogel.” I looked up from my phone to see the manager striding down the hall past the housekeeper.

“Gentlemen,” he said when he arrived at suite 265. Both Nate and I stood and exchanged the clipboards for new keycards. “You are in the Royal penthouse suite for two nights. It is the finest suite in the hotel. The accommodation comes with a butler, if you require.”

“What? Oh, no, no that won’t be necessary,” I said quickly. I didn’t want anyone listening to all of the debauched things I was planning on doing to Nate Linden’s body!

“By the time you take the elevator up to the penthouse a breakfast trolley will be waiting for you. Pyjamas, robes, and slippers have been supplied. Contact the concierge and tell them your measurements. They will deliver a selection of clothes to tide you over.” He leaned closer before adding in a whisper, “In the Royal Suite, the safe is located behind the painting of the vase with the blue flowers.” Then Herr Vogel tapped his nose and winked. I stifled a laugh; reminded of a British wartime comedy show I watched when I was a kid. I tapped my nose and winked in response, then picked up the laundry bag of our meagre belongings, thanked the manager, and we trudged down the hallway toward the elevator.

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CHAPTER TWENTY

Nate

On the top floor of the Adler Kandinski there were two huge penthouse suites for elite guests, the Royal suite, and the Superior suite. Exiting the elevator, a sign opposite directed that the Royal suite was to the right and Superior to the left. We walked down the hall to find a trolley was waiting outside the Royal suite door laden with a continental breakfast buffet. Using the new keycard I opened the door and turned to see Jack had lifted one of the chrome cloche covers and was now chopping on a sausage.

“Duuude, no fair!”

“I’m starving,” he said, his mouth full so it sounded like “Mime Marvin.” I entered the suite, followed by the rattle of the trolley behind me as Jack pushed it in. I heard him close and bar lock the door. The accommodation was far grander than the solitary room downstairs, closer to the standard I’d come to expect ever since I’d married a billionaire architect. I’d kinda liked slumming it with the smaller suite, but in the circumstances, there were no complaints about this lavish upgrade.

I swiftly toed-off my trainers and socks then took a tour around the suite. The carpet underfoot was like walking on velvet. The suite had the added security of an over-door exterior camera, and a state-of-the-art tablet console to control everything in the room. It gave us immediate access to the reception staff, room service, and hotel concierge. I took a quick tour of the suite of rooms. It consisted of a stylish lounge, four bedrooms, including a room for staff, a dining room, kitchenette, and a balcony. The décor in the lounge was apricot and beige, with bouquets of freshly cut flowers on side tables, a wet bar with an ice bucket holding a bottle of Champagne. In the master bedroom, two bundles of crisp white pyjamas, slippers, and robes awaited us on the massive luxurious bed. The bathroom was fitted with an attached sauna, a big copper tub, and a spa shower big enough to fit a football team.

“I’ll turn the shower on to heat,” I called, but Jack didn’t acknowledge me. With the water running I sauntered back into the lounge a lovely fresh breeze caressed my skin. Jack had opened the glass French doors onto a balcony. I stepped out to find Jack, but he wasn’t there. The balcony gave an impressive direct view of the charioteer statue atop the Brandenburg Gate. Jack was strangely quiet and I wondered if he was just stuffing his face with the delights on the breakfast trolley, but when I turned back to where I’d last seen him in the entrance hallway, the laundry bag filled with our paltry belongings was abandoned on the floor, along with all of his clothing. Jack was naked, his hands on his hips waiting for me to notice him.

“Hi handsome! You took your time,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His cock was hard, pointing straight at me. My mouth went dry. “Oh,” was all I could manage. Jack was confident and proud of his body, as he should be. I took my fill of his gorgeous dancer’s physique, the ladder of his abdomen, the sculpted v-cut, and slender hips leading to the strapping thighs that I desperately wanted wrapped around me. I bit my lip and winced, accidentally opening the cut again, tasting my coppery blood. But, damn, my body knew what it needed. Jack pinned his hungry gaze on me as I hurriedly wrestled out of my stinking clothes, doing an artless striptease. When I was finally naked, Jack paced toward me with devilment in his eyes, but before I could lay a finger on him, with a whoop of childish glee, Jack twisted away and raced toward the bathroom. Like an owner chasing an errant puppy I followed, finding Jack in the steamy shower. Water sluiced over his chest and with his head thrown back he moaned “Oh GOD!” as the hot water caressed his skin. I paused outside watching for a greedy moment as the water made him glisten. This wet vision was my personal porn movie! Jack squirted liquid soap into his hands and he watched me, his loaded gaze full of desire as he began to lather his chest. “Fuuck!” I marvelled at the show. My hand gravitated toward my cock. I gripped it and pumped. Jack’s soapy hands slid over his neck, shoulders, armpits, chest, and abdomen. Then a hand went lower, his gaze pinning me as he soaped up his bobbing cock and balls. Seeing that, I growled and couldn’t stay away any longer. I wanted to be the one giving him pleasure. I stepped into the shower and our bodies collided. I threaded my hand into his wet hair, then pulled him closer and stole a taste of his lips. Jack groaned into my mouth as he gripped my ass with both hands and we took the kiss deeper. The hot water felt good, the kisses even better! Pulling back, we shared triumphant grins before I took over, squirting soap into my hands and running them over his skin. I washed Jack’s back and biteable ass, marvelling at the shape of him all the while.

“You like me all wet and slippery, don’t you,” he teased as he started to soap me up too, washing away the flop sweat of last night’s incarceration.

“Fuck yeah!” I gasped. We were both under the huge rainfall showerhead now, all hands, slapping flesh, and starving kisses.