Confessions of a Twenty-Something City Girl

Waiting to Exhale

My eyes flutter open to a golden sunrise trickling into our hotel room, gently warming my face. Noah holds me in his arms, peacefully asleep as I gaze up at him. He appears so innocent when he sleeps, a striking contrast from the dominant billionaire CEO I witness during the day. I linger in the moment, melting into his embrace a little longer.

I wonder what time it is; my alarm hasn't gone off yet. Rolling lazily to my side, I stretch and reach for my phone on the nightstand, tapping the screen to life. It's 6:58 AM—perfect. There's enough time to snuggle, enjoy breakfast with Noah, and shower before heading to Russ' shoot. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I think about the man beside me and the day's project ahead.

I swipe up to open the Four Seasons app I downloaded last night and tap on 'room service.' Scrolling through the options, I begin ordering for us: two continental breakfasts with fresh fruit, fluffy pancakes, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a pot of coffee. I enter our room number and confirm the delivery time.

Just as I set my phone back on the nightstand, it vibrates with an email notification—it's from Dan, my lawyer. Eagerly, I click to open it, my pulse quickening. The words on the screen confirm what I've been waiting for: Dan has reviewed the agreement, and I've been given approval to finally e-sign it — relief floods through me, followed by a surge of excitement. With trembling fingers, I navigate to the e-signature link, ready to seal the deal and step into this new territory. As I sign the document, I feel Noah reaching out for me.

"Come back here," Noah's groggy morning voice whispers as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in close.

"Good morning, handsome. I just ordered us breakfast." I reply, nestling into his warm body.

"Why are you the best?" he repositions us, turning my body toward him. His soft lips delicately press against mine. "Hi, beautiful," he grins at me. "Are you excited for today?"

A wild smile stretches across my face. Noah has no idea that I just signed the agreement. "Very excited! I figured we could have breakfast here and then I'll go get ready and we can ride over together?" I reply as I trace lazy circles across his chest.

"I'm in." Noah draws me closer. With a tender touch, he caresses my face and blinks sleepily, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of surprise and affection. "You can't be naked in this bed and expect me not to put the moves on my girl," Noah teases.

I peek up at him through my lashes. Hearing him call me his girl makes my heart skip a beat. "I'm not stopping you," I grin.

Noah looks out of the corners of his eyes and down at me. He moves his mouth lower and softly nibbles at my lip, taking my mouth into his. The energy inside my body jumps toward Noah as I spread my legs to straddle him. I stroke my hands across his chest, gliding them down his torso.

Our breaths merge and he lustfully pulls me in, his lips warming mine. He caresses my inner thigh and guides his thickness to my pleasure point. He presses harder and harder against me, exploring my body as he thrusts inside.

"Noah, yes - right there. Please, please don't stop." I whimper. His lips explore my neck as I grasp onto him, my instincts flow with ease. His hand cups my breast and sensations shoot through my body. I'm so close.

A sudden KNOCK on the door shatters our moment. "Oh my gosh!" I scream, startled. Noah begins to laugh.

"They can come back," he pleads. "I want you for breakfast."

Urgent TAPPING ensues on the door. "Ugh," I frustratedly sigh, hopping off of Noah. "I'll be right back, don't move!" I steal a kiss, quickly throw on Noah's white button-down, and slide into the panties I left on the floor.