She wanted to thank him for saving her life. He insisted it was his job and she didn't need to.

"What if I want this? What if I want you?"

"But you don't. I told you before this is trans –"

Her finger pressed against his lips. Irritation showing in her radiant blue eyes.

"Don't say that word," she said gruffly. "It's insulting that you think I can't tell if my feelings for you are real or manifested. I know I'm blonde, but I'm not stupid."

His jaw dropped, "no! No … I … I didn't, I don't think you're stupid."

"Then stop trying to tell me what I want or how I feel," she said as she moved closer to him.

Only inches from his face, she peered up at him through her lashes with a soft smile on her face.

"And I know that what I want is you," she whispered.

With that his hands shot to the side of her face, pulling her in as he bent down to kiss her. It was passionate, like before, but this time he didn't try to stop it. Walking backwards, the back of his knees hit the hotel bed and he lost his balance.

She took advantage of their separation and lifted her sundress over her head. He nearly choked on the air he was breathing. She only wore a pair of white lace undies. Her breasts were perfectly round and sized, not that he had expected anything different from her. She was perfection in its finest after all.

He looked up at her questioningly. She smiled before reaching for his hands. She lifted them to her breasts and let go, allowing him the opportunity to explore. He started off gentle. A light brush of his palms over her hardening nipples.

When she threw her head back in pleasure, he slowly began to massage them. This elicited soft moans from her, that made his dick harden to the point of almost painful. He went to shift himself, which must've confused her into thinking he was going to do more, because she grabbed the back off his head and pressed his face into her chest.

He was startled for a moment, but quickly recovered and began pressing his lips to the cool, soft skin. He moved over to one of the mounds and rubbed his nose against the nipple, before flicking it with his tongue.

"Yes," she breathed as her eyes fluttered closed.

He licked her a few times and then latched on with a loud suck. She groaned at this. Her fingers threaded in his hair. He only managed to give the other breast a kiss before she pulled him off and tugged his work shirt over his head.

Pushing him down, she climbed on top of him and feverishly kissed his lips. Their tongues battling one another as her body grinded into his. To her delight, he let out a moan that echoed through her mouth. Sitting up, she made quick work of his belt, button, and zipper.

Climbing off the bed for a moment, she pulled his pants and briefs completely off. She quickly shed her panties as well and was about to get back on top of him when he sat up with his hands out in front of him.

"Lila … are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Please don't do this if you think you owe me," he said with such sincerity it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

"Spencer," she said placing her hands on his cheeks. "There is nothing I want more in this world."

He nodded his acceptance. She spread her legs over his lap, her knees pressed into the bed. Spencer wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her steady. His other hand tangled in her hair, bringing her face to his in a fiery kiss.

Lila lifted herself off the bed slightly and put her hand on his throbbing cock. She rubbed it teasingly against her wet entrance before slowly lowering herself down onto him. They both let out groans of relief.

"You feel so good," Spencer moaned into her ear.

"We fit together perfectly," she whispered.

Spencer grabbed her face and began to kiss her frantically. Those words clearly setting him off. While they kissed, she began to move up and down on his lap. The sound of their skin slapping together made everything that much hotter.

Lila gripped Spencer's shoulders, arched her back, and bounced up and down on him. To his surprise, she wasn't holding back on the noises she was making. Her moans of pleasure would clearly be heard through these hotel walls. Normally, he would be mortified, but right now he was too mesmerized by her erotic movements to care.

"I want you to fuck me," she said as she slid off his lap and threw herself on the bed.

Missing the contact they had, he scrambled to reconnect with her. Climbing on top of her, he grabbed his pussy soaked dick and shoved it back inside her. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her fingers clawed at his back.

"Harder. I want you to push into me as hard and as fast as you can," she panted.

Spencer obeyed and began to thrust into her as rapidly as he could. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his hair hung over his face. The bed was squeaking and banging into the wall as he pounded into her over and over again. Her cries growing louder and louder.

Management was going to get complains if he didn't stop her. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Trying to drown out her shouts. She turned her head away from him to catch her breath and whimpered as she put her hand between them, rubbing her clit.

"I'm almost there. Don't stop," she said.

Spencer kept the rhythm going, nearing his own completion.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Right there! Right there! Spence ….. OHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK!" she cried as her body shook below him.

He could feel her muscles squeezing his dick and that was enough to send him over the edge. Pulling out as quickly as possible, he rubbed his cock until he released all over her stomach. She was still shaking and panting as he emptied himself on her.

With a sigh of ecstasy, he fell on his back next to her. Brushing his hair from his sweat-soaked face, he closed his eyes and focused on catching his breath. As he came down from his high, he felt Lila curl into him. He opened one eye and peered down at her. She was looking at him with a smile.

"Did you enjoy it?" she said.

"Were you not in the same room?" he said sarcastically, making her giggle.

"I knew you would be amazing in bed," she said as she trailed her fingers along his chest. "Someone as sweet and shy as you … ever hear the saying 'it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for'?"

"Yea, but isn't that used in context of murderers?" he said furrowing his brow.

Lila laughed again. He loved her laugh. It was the most beautiful melody to hit his ears. He smiled at her.

"Well, now it's used in context with how fucking great you are at sex," she said.

"If you say so."

"I do," she said as she cuddled into his side.

They stayed that way until they both fell asleep. Spencer had never felt happier in his entire life, but as with most happy moments in his life, it didn't last.

He woke the next morning to find his bed empty. Sitting up, he looked around the room and saw a note on the nightstand. Grabbing it he flipped it open. He crumbled up the letter and threw it away. He should've known better than to trust her. Lila left. Just like everyone he loved.