*Tap. Tap.*

Our footsteps echoed softly on the thick red carpet as we walked side by side toward the elevator. Lara's hand stayed in mine—warm, fingers loosely curled around my palm like it was the most natural thing. The hallway lights glowed gold, throwing long shadows behind us. The thump of music from downstairs felt distant now, muffled by the walls.

We stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut with a quiet whoosh. I reached over and pressed the button for the second floor. The small light glowed red under my finger.

The box started moving upward, smooth and slow.

I glanced at her. She was already looking at me—eyes dark, lips curved in that same small, knowing smile.

"This place wasn't hard to find, right?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

"Not at all," she said, raising one eyebrow. "My friends come here all the time. They've told me plenty about this place." She paused, then leaned in just a little closer. "Especially about you, Ezra."

She bit her bottom lip lightly, eyes flicking down to my mouth then back up.

"Haha… is that so?" I let out a low chuckle, feeling heat crawl up my neck.

"I'm flattered, to be honest," I said.

I slid my hand out of hers slowly. Instead, I moved it to her waist—fingers spreading across the silky blue fabric, then dipping a little lower, resting just above the curve of her ass. She didn't pull away. If anything, she shifted closer, letting her body press lightly against my side.

"You should be," she said softly, voice almost a whisper now. "With that beautiful face… and these muscles…"

She leaned in more, her cheek brushing my chest for a second. Her breasts pressed softly against me through the thin dress. I could feel her breathing—slow, steady, warm against my shirt.

*Ting.*

The elevator stopped. The doors opened.

We stepped out together. The hallway stretched ahead—same red carpet, same soft golden lights, same rows of closed doors. Room 208 was only a short walk away.

I kept my hand on her waist as we moved down the lane. My fingers traced small, slow circles on her side, teasing the edge of the high slit in her dress.

"But I have to say," I said, voice light and teasing, "you looked so different in the photo."

She laughed—quiet, easy, the sound bouncing softly off the walls.

"Haha, that photo was for my wedding and to impress my husband's family," she said, shaking her head. "I look so weird in it, right?"

"Weird isn't the right word," I said, sliding my hand lower. My palm cupped the full roundness of her ass, fingers squeezing gently but firmly. "More like… way too innocent."

She didn't flinch or pull away. Instead she pressed back into my touch just a little, hips swaying with our steps.

"Mmm," she hummed, tilting her head to look up at me. "Innocent isn't what I came here for."

Her eyes locked on mine again—hot, direct, full of promise.

The hallway stretched long and quiet, the thick red carpet swallowing the sound of our steps. Far behind us, the DJ's beats still thumped through the walls—low, steady, like a heartbeat that never stopped. Up here on the second floor it felt far away, almost like another world.

Lara walked close beside me, her arm lightly hooked through mine. Every few steps her hip brushed against my side, the silky blue dress sliding against my pants. Her perfume—something sweet and warm—mixed with the faint smell of clean sheets coming from the rooms we passed.

"Well," she said, letting out a small sigh, "I have to act all innocent in front of my husband. He's super conservative… and super insecure."

I nodded slowly. "I understand. It must be hard to keep that up all the time."

"Yeah." She giggled a little, then bumped the side of her head gently against my chest like a playful cat. "I do love him—he's really caring, always checking if I ate, if I'm cold, all that stuff. But at the same time… it kinda suffocates me."

She looked up at me, eyes sparkling under the golden hallway lights. "I just need to breathe sometimes, you know?"

"It's okay," I said, voice low. My hand slid from her waist, slipping through the high slit in her dress. My fingers found the smooth skin of her inner thigh, warm and soft. I moved higher slowly until I felt the heat between her legs, pressing lightly against the thin fabric of her panties.

"Ahhmm…" Lara gasped, small and sharp. Her fingers grabbed the front of my t-shirt, twisting the material. She bit her bottom lip hard, cheeks turning pink.

"You're such a flirt," she whispered, half-laughing, half-breathless. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Am I?" I asked, rubbing slow circles over her pussy through the panties. The fabric was already damp. I could feel her getting wetter under my touch.

"We're not even inside the room yet," she said, eyes fluttering shut for a second, "and you've already got me going crazy."

Her breathing came faster now—short, shaky little breaths. She pressed her thighs together around my hand, trapping it there like she didn't want me to stop.

"Hehe… sorry for that," I said, keeping my tone serious even though a small smile tugged at my mouth. "It's hard to resist when such a hot woman is walking right next to me."

I reached the door to 208. My free hand turned the knob. The door swung open quietly.

Lara giggled again—this time full of anticipation, eyes bright and hungry.

"Let's enjoy our time," she said, stepping closer so her breasts brushed my chest, "and not worry about anything else."

She pushed up on her toes and kissed the corner of my mouth—quick, teasing—then pulled back just enough to look at me.

"Promise?" she asked softly.

I pushed the door wider with my shoulder, guiding her inside with the hand still between her legs.

"Promise."

The door clicked shut behind us.