Sanctum - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Sanctum - Chapter 3

... turns towards me, her eyes reflecting the morning light as she waits for me to continue.

"I've never felt anything like that before," I admit, my words causing her to blush a soft pink. "It was...intense. Intimate. More than anything I've ever experienced."

She smiles at me, her eyes shining with a warmth that sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. "I felt it too," she admits, her voice soft. "It was... different. But in a good way."

"I'm glad," I respond, meeting her gaze with a soft smile of my own. "I want this... us... to be different. In a good way."

Her smile widens at my words, and for a moment, we simply bask in the shared understanding that passes between us. Our conversation is cut short by the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand. I glance at the screen, recognizing the number of an important call I've been expecting.

"I have to take this," I tell her, pushing myself up to a sitting position. "But you," I add, tracing a finger down her arm, "should stay in bed."

She raises an eyebrow but nods, settling back against the pillows as I move to take the call.

Picking up the phone, I answer with a curt, "Talk to me."

"Good morning, sir," my assistant's voice rings out from the other end, formal and efficient as ever. "I'm calling regarding the business matters you asked me to handle."

"Go on," I urge him, my gaze drifting to the woman still lying in my bed. The sight brings a soft smile to my lips.

"Firstly, the deal with the Patterson ...

... group went through successfully. They've agreed to our terms and the contract will be ready for your signature by the end of the day."

"Good," I respond, my mind already shifting to the next item on the agenda. "And what about the villa in Italy?"

"All arrangements have been made, sir. The property has been prepared for your arrival. The staff has been notified and they are ready to accommodate you."

"Excellent," I say, a sense of satisfaction settling in. "What about the jet?"

"It's all set," he assures me. "The private jet will be ready for your departure at your earliest convenience."

I nod to myself, satisfied with his efficiency. "Good. Now, listen carefully," I instruct him, my tone serious. "There will be a guest accompanying me. I want you to ensure everything is prepared for her as well."

There's a brief pause on the other end of the line before he responds, "Understood, sir. I'll make sure everything is in order."

"Good," I repeat, my gaze returning to her. She's watching me now, her eyes curious. "I'll be in touch."

I shift in the bed, turning my gaze back to her. The morning light filtering in from the window illuminates her face, casting a soft glow on her features. Clearing my throat, I venture into a conversation we've yet to have.

"By the way," I begin, my voice a low rumble in the quiet room. The words hang in the air for a moment before I continue, "What are your plans for the next couple of weeks?"

She looks surprised by the ...