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Chapter 27

Ashton and I started making out when the elevator door shut and we were out of sight from everyone. His lips were plump and soft and moist and it felt good to taste them again.

We were kissing for a while as the ride was long, but the floor we were staying on was floor 34. I pulled out when there was a 'ding' indicating that we had reached our floor.

There was only two doors in the hallway. One was room number 436 and the other was 435. We were 435. I pulled the keycard out my pocket and shoved it in the slot, opened the door, retrieved the keycard and returned to smashing my lips onto Ashton's.

"Babe," he mumbled through the kiss.

"Mmm..." I murmured back.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, yeah?"

I raised an eyebrow at Ash sneakily. "Alright, Mr. Irwin."

Ashton dropped our luggage by the door to the hall and closed the door. He then followed me into what I hoped was the bedroom, it was, and fell onto the bed with me, grabbing my hips and thrusting them nearer to his. His warm hands creeped up my back and played at my bra for a few moments. I came out of our long kiss for breath and pulled my shirt over my head while I was at it. Ashton did the same. Then he stopped.

"Wait, are we gonna...?" He asked slowly.

"Well, yeah. If you want to..." I trailed off, biting my lip.

"You sure?"

I nodded. I zipped off my jeans, leaving me in my underwear. Ashton had obviously followed my lead as he was only in his boxers when I had finished. He proceeded to wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me tight and kissing me passionately.

We gave each other a look which we knew suggested we were ready and I unhooked my bra as he took off his boxers.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I whisper-yelled. Ashton groaned and put on his jeans and tee and scurried to get the door. I listened from the bedroom, which thankfully Ashton had closed the door over to so I couldn't be seen from the door. I was almost naked.

"Oh, hi Mr. Cowell. Cliff's just in the bathroom. Do you need her?" I heard Ashton's voice say.

"Ash, how many times to I have to tell you? Call me Simon," my father told him, chuckling slightly. "But no, I don't need Cliff, just that I'd booked dinner in The Ivy for the three of us before we even came to London. Would you two join me?"

"Of course! We'll be there. When shall we be ready?" Ash asked. I giggled at how polite he was to my father, which was super polite.

"Umm, shall we say... 8?"

"Yes. Perfect. I'll tell Cliff."

"Thanks Ashton!"

"No problem, Mr. Cowell... Simon."

SHORT CHAPTER BUT IM TIRED SOZZLES HOPE YOU LIKED IT

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