TWENTY ONE

Don slams me against the wall but not too hard as his lips to mine. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster.

After Leo's party, we cleaned up the ballroom. Don and I kept a distance but never looked away for five seconds. He's hungry for me, and I can fall into a trance from his seductive blue eyes.

Once the job was done, Don secretly took my hand, dragging me away from everyone as we entered the elevator. He pressed the number ten, a lower floor than where our suite is. He and I were impatient to reach the bottom. Our mouths stuck like glue, our tongues entwined, and my leg wrapped around his waist as he held my ass. We reached the tenth floor; he pulled me as we quickly paced toward his reserved room. He slid the card, and when the little light turned green, I quickly opened the door, pushed him inside, and locked the door with the sign that said Do Not Disturb.

We were rash but wanted our bodies to touch, wanting to feel each other skin. We struggle to