I find myself staring at the entrance of the Chateau Luxury Hotel.

Ironic when you consider the last time you were here. . .

Closing my eyes, I try, unsuccessfully, to wipe the memory from my mind.

It's different this time. This time you belong. You've been invited, remember?

I sheepishly walk into the gorgeous grand lobby.

So, straighten your posture and own it.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up the key for room 320." I pass the lobby receptionist my ID.

"One moment." She types for an inordinate amount of time as she looks at her computer screen. "Exceptional. Looks like you have the honeymoon suite. I've added a few perks I hope you'll enjoy." She slides an envelope with a key card inside and smiles.

"Thank you?" I grab the key card, curious about these perks and head towards the elevators in my thigh high black leather boots and black peacoat.

Thankfully, no bus boys in sight.

I make a right off the elevator to the honeymoon suite and let myself into the oversized door. Phoenix has already set up shop. The lights are low and the sweet smell of roses hover in the air. I sit my bag and coat on a nearby chic grey sofa chair. Ten feet tall floor to ceiling windows, modern grey furniture and amazing statues and art greet me as I take in the space. From the stunning graphite stone fireplace, to the dazzling view of the sunset on the beach, to the oversized Tiger wood platform bed cloaked in opulent white bedding, this place is definitely up to Phoenix's standards.

"You made it." Phoenix sits in the shadows in a corner of the room sipping on a drink as "Pressure" by Ari Lennox plays softly in the air.

"Had to run a few errands, but yeah, I'm here. Honeymoon suite, huh? Some special occasion I should know about?" I ask, slowly running my finger across the dining room table as I steadily approach him. I stop to lift a vase filled with at least two dozen roses. "Are these for me?" I inquire, purposely poking out my derriere to give him a better view of my tall thigh-high boots and leather garter belt lingerie.

He stirs and clears his throat. The ice in the glass shifts and he sits his drink down.

"Like that?" I tease, swinging my hips back and forth.

He doesn't respond.

"Cat got your tongue?" I sit the vase down and trace the long side of the rectangular table as I walk to the head of the table and lean over a chair, spreading my legs wide. "What about now? Do you like that?" I ask as the thong splits my ass up the middle. It throbs down there. I stare at the crystal vase as he gets up out of his chair. "Yeah, eyes on me."

He says no words just stands between my open legs. Heat emanates from his body as he drops his pants, pressing his muscular thighs into the back of mine. He takes the tip of his hardness and teases me, moving it up and down the center of my bottom. I lick my lips. He plays with the idea of sticking it where he's never stuck it before, circling around and around, poking my forbidden spot again and again. This sensation is new, foreign, exciting somehow. It gushes down there as he teases, circles, pokes my virgin ass.

Somehow, I want it. My body aches to feel this new thrill. I inch back a little closer.

He moves my thong to the side. Skin on skin, his tip rests at my unexplored entrance. He presses his tip in and out. Lightly. Gently. Softly.

I lay sprawled across the tabletop, my hands open, gripping the dark wood.

He presses the head partially in and out, in and out, again and again.

"Like that?" he asks barely above a whisper, as if his full concentration is on what he's doing.

I suck in air and hold my breath, trying to relax.

He pulls out and steps away. "Don't move." He instructs.

I lay there pooling in my own wetness. Through heavy breathes, he fumbles through a bag, finds what he's looking for and squeezes a bottle.

He returns. Heat on the back of my thighs, thumping his sticky cock on my ass. This time, he presses the entire head in and pulls it out making a slippery entrance and exit without much friction.

I like it.

"Like that?" he asks maliciously pressing the head in and out over and over again.

Delicious.

"Maybe, I like it," I whisper.

"I'm gonna fuck you in your pretty ass, tonight. Want me to fuck you in your pretty ass?" He taunts, pushing the head in and taking it back out again. "Want me to stick this dick up your pretty ass?" He pushes his head in a little deeper and pulls out again.

"Yes." I'm out of breath, open, willing to try anything.

"Want a good ass fuck, tonight?" He goes in a little deeper and pulls out abruptly waiting for my answer.

"Do it." I pant. My body misses the feel of him, his heat, his energy. "Stop teasing me and do it!"

"That beautiful sexy ass." He rubs my entire bottom with oil, in anticipation, but he refuses to go inside. "I'm gonna stick this dick up your ass, right now." With that, he lets go and allows himself to enter me and go a little deeper.

"Ohh."

His girth.

"Ahh!" He moans at his new-found freedom. His new playground. "Fuck!" He inhales deeply, gripping my hips and steadying my body as he continues inching in and out repeatedly, until he's fully entered me. He pauses to soak in the victory, then pulls out. "Keep those sexy legs spread open for me." He proceeds to pummel my ass without a second thought, going as deep as fast as he chooses, only slowing down to stop himself from climaxing.

I can't believe I like this so much. I had no idea.

"You like it, don't you?"

My only response is to inhale and take what he's giving.

Phoenix wraps his right arm around my hip and palms me down there letting his fingers dip into the pool of my love. I'm wet and uncontrollably slippery down there. My nipples brush against the surfaces of smooth wooden table as he rams me again and again from behind. He searches and finds my clit, soaking wet, and taps it like it's a magic button. My body relaxes as Phoenix glides in and out.

Euphoria hovers in the air threatening to overtake me. "Oh my--!"

"--You like that?" He swirls his finger over and around my clit, causing me to swell and protrude as he continues going up my ass, full speed. Phoenix widens his legs causing my legs to widen, giving him all the leverage.

My mouth cannot seem to close as I struggle to come to terms with the deliciousness of this ache. The more I relax, the more incredibly satisfying the sensation becomes. I suck in air by the mouthful, gripping the sides of the dining table.

"Want me to come in that pretty ass?" He asks breathlessly.

His words, their naughtiness as he explores me from behind, the challenge in his voice, the tension between us, the frustrations and disappointments from the last few days, all hit me at once, triggering a catastrophic tsunami inside. The immense pressure bursts on impact. One last, hard, full-throttle thrust up my ass as he grips my hips and snatches my garter belt, breaks free all my pent-up energy.

"Ohh!"

"You're coming." He gulps, gripping my hips tighter, pummeling me even hard, faster.

Pleasure follows, spreading at warp speed from down there throughout my entire body. That wave of euphoria hovering just out of sight, comes in strong, drenching me in lightness, love and good vibes like a low-hanging pink cloud from level nine.

Without any more resistance, Phoenix fills up my tiny space to the brim, sliding in and out, again and again and again. "I'm coming in that pretty ass." He gets impossibly still and his muscles tense as his manhood throbs inside me, filling me up with his hot liquid. After, he stands there exhausted and satisfied before backing up and crashing on the bed.

I finally lift off from the table, amazed at what has just transpired. "What in the world just happened?" I ask.

Phoenix smiles and covers his face with his arm.

Shaking my head, I head to the bathroom. "Wow."

Phoenix laughs, rubbing his brow. He looks just as bewildered as I am.

***

Lying in Phoenix's arms nestled between luxurious white and champagne sheets, under a champagne comforter, we watch the fire blaze from the bed, as we wait on room service. I intertwine my fingers between Phoenix's.

"So, things went well with the girls, huh?"

He nods. "I was surprised how easy it was to tell them. They kinda already knew. Brought it up to us, actually. Said they could tell something was up, since we were hardly around each other. Either I was out and Nora was there, or I had the girls and she'd leave. They took the news like two champs. Said as long as we worked together and weren't at each other's throats." He laughs "Nadia confessed that they expected it sooner, saying they felt it when they first started going to boarding school three years ago. And she's right actually. Nora and I decided to send them to boarding school so we'd have room to either work out our differences or decide how to separate. Kids can be so intuitive sometimes. They just . . .  know things."

I lean into his arms, hugging him. "What did they say when you told them about me?" I ask while caressing his pecs. "Are they cool? When do I get to meet them?"

He's silent so long, I have to look up at him.

"What's up?" I ask.

He clears his throat. "I uh, I haven't told them just yet. Trying to minimize the impact. You know--"

"--Yeah, of course." I sit up, tucking the comforter over my breast. "I'm only four months pregnant, no rush, right?" I stare at the fire as it crackles in the fireplace.

"Ari, babe." He rubs my bare back and sighs. "I'm trying real hard here. I just—"

"—Just need me to hold on a little longer? How much longer? I'm freaking out over here! My belly is only going to get bigger. Keeping this in is like swallowing a bird that's frantically trying to get out. I don't know how much longer I can go on, being the 'baby mama' without a dad in the picture!" I look back at him desperately.

His eyes dart around the room, as if he's never considered my position.

"I've never, ever been in a position like this before, Phoenix! I am NOT a home wrecker, and I don't want people to even think of me in that way. I'm a good girl caught in a crazy crossfire. I had no idea where this relationship was going!"

"Listen, I'm in a tight spot. I don't want to hurt anyone involved, you, Nora and especially not my girls. I have to tread lightly. I will tell the girls, I promise. I'll do it before you get too far along. But I have to do this my way! This is my family were talking about here!"

"And what am I?"

"You know what I mean."

"Don't back peddle now. Go on. Out with it!"

"Out with what, Ari?" He throws his hands up.

"Go on. Say it! And I'm not! Say it! I'm not fucking family!"

"Fuck this!" Phoenix throws off the comforter and jumps out bed. Fully naked, he storms off to the bathroom and slams the door.

"Fuck you!"

Phoenix responds by starting the shower.

I bury my head in a pile of pillows and scream at the top my lungs.

Someone knocks on the door. "Room service."

I close my eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Please leave it at the door. I'll add a tip to the bill."

"Of course."

I wait angrily at the door.

Footsteps disappear down the hall.

I open the door and wheel in the fancy cart. A gorgeous gold-foiled card from the hotel welcomes us on our special evening, inviting us to celebrate with an expensive bottle of champagne.

Not a bad perk.

Lifting the top off a silver platter, that happens to be Phoenix's meal, I snatch several stalks of asparagus and munch, then dip my finger in the middle of his mash potato mound, taking a large scroop and scarfing it down. It looks like two tiny skiing slopes when I'm done. "Serves you right." I grab a robe and put it on and take my platter to the dining table. The broiled lobster tail with drawn butter, garlic and lemon isn't nearly as fabulous as I thought it would be when I first placed the order.

***

Guilt sets in once the shower stops.

You mangled his meal, you little maniac.

Baby brain, I guess. Or is it pregnant brain?

Phoenix steps out of the fog-filled bathroom in a plush white robe. He seems relaxed. "Dinner's here?" He dries his face with a bath towel.

"Yeah, but your mash potatoes and asparagus went missing," I confess. "Last I heard, they were on the run."

He laughs and shakes his head. "They would do that, wouldn't they?" he asks playfully. He sits down in the dining chair next to me and faces me.

Reluctant to let him back in, I turn to face him.

He takes my hand. "This situation we find ourselves in. Neither of us planned this." The shadow of a smile dances on his face. "But we're here. And we'll get through this. It's tough." He rubs the back of head. "Rough! But if anybody can do it, it's you and me." His eyes are encouraging. "I never want you to feel like you're on the outs with me. You're here." He holds his chest. "Nothing and nobody can change that."

I let out a loud sigh.

"Don't sweat it. We'll get where we need to be." He lightly pulls my chin to his face and kisses me like he's about to leave. He gets up and grabs his platter, sits it on the table and rubs his hands together before lifting the top.

I hold my breath.

He lifts the top and looks as if someone let him down in the worse way. "Alright. The mash and asparagus apparently died in a murder suicide pact."

"Wow, how did that happen?" I can't help but to smile at my wicked goodness. "Somebody needs to clean up that crime scene," I tease, before snatching another spear of asparagus. "Oh, meh goodness that's tasty." I munch loudly, picking through his plate. "Hey, the lobster's still intact!"

He picks up the hotel phone and stares at me. "Room service?"

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