Chapter Eight
James leads me to the elevator bank on the far wall of The Plaza lobby. He passes the regular cars and heads to the single elevator that requires a key card to enter.
Of course he rented the penthouse, I think happily. My regular room here had been elegant and beautiful; I can’t wait to see what the high-priced suite looks like. The doors slide open, and we step inside. The doors shut again; James wraps me in his arms, and we kiss passionately as the elevator climbs to the top of the building.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Kiara,” he tells me with a groan. I can feel his throbbing erection against my hip, and I can’t wait to free it from the confines of his designer jeans. I grind against him, longing to feel him inside me. The doors open directly into the suite; James and
