Later in the day, that weekend in Chicago, Paulina finds herself standing in front of the full body mirror giving one last glance over in her black short sleeve mini dress with a surplice neckline, dramatic make-up, and silky straight hair. There is a knock at the door, "Jake. Jake?" She searches around the suite, but the knocking continues. "Jake, where the hell did you…?" She opens the door to find him waiting outside.
He turns around to find Paulina smiling like a teenager and hands her a bouquet of fresh cut flowers. "These are for you." She is gob-smacked as her eyes roam over Jake's exceptional tailored outfit. "You look sensational, Paulina."
"So do you." The sexual magnetism is alluring in his matching charcoal pants and jacket with an impeccable fitted black dress shirt. She catches the magenta color of his jacket lining and pocket square; it is a nice tribute to them.
Sitting at a corner cozy romantic booth in the hotel's dining room of the exclusive niche restaurant, Paulina and Jake chit-chat over the unique atmosphere, décor, and captivating tall arching ceilings. The waiter arrives with waters and an over-prepared speech on the dinner specials. The restaurant primarily serves American dishes using green-market offerings to create a seasonal menu.
They are right at the sweet spot. The first round of drinks are martinis. The conversation is casual, nothing heavy. They compliment each other on new features not recognized since their marriage. They move onto a bottle of pinot noir. The duo nibble on complimentary fresh bread while providing highlights on their past marriage troubles, but decide to change topics all together and have fun. The second bottle of wine is full-bodied just as much as their discussion on past romantic relationships and favorite euphemisms. Laughs fill the room; they are thoroughly enjoying each other as dinner is eaten. They pass on the dessert, at least for now, and embark on a few sips of brandy while the music gets louder. A cover band is playing 'Crazy Love' urging Jake to pull Paulina into his arms.
"Let's dance, Cupcake." Jake holds her close as several other couples swarm around. He twists her in his arms filling up his lungs with her sweet smell. She lays her head back on his shoulder as his hand on her waist moves further up her dress.
Turning back to face him, she whispers against his mouth. "Take me upstairs, Jake." His feet stop entranced by her request along with the mix of liquor and mint. "Take me now."
She tosses her uncomfortable heels at the entrance of their hotel room as Jake's hands stay on her hips. She thinks to herself. "This is finally happening…fate is on our side."
He whispers in her ear, "God. You. Are. So. Sexy." She turns in his arms and tenderly kisses his lips. Jake runs his finger down her bare shoulder to her wrist and then he says those three powerful words. "I love you." It is the first time he utters this phrase since their reconciliation.
Happiness soars in the room. She beams repeating those three words back to him as she has wanted since the tour of their barn.
He lifts her hand to treat her softly with a heated kiss. "I want every single piece of you." She removes his jacket leaving it on the floor next to her heels.
They breathe in unison. Their steps are slow towards the wall of windows. He unzips her dress as she watches the stream of lights flicker off the Chicago River.
She looks over her shoulder, "Make love to me, Jake." She melts into his rich-colored eyes tossing his belt over his shoulder. She unbuttons his shirt as he pulls her in for another hungry kiss. There is nothing inordinate about this moment; they are fearless.
The white hotel sheets are cool to the touch. Jake's body hovers over Paulina mesmerizing her naked warm body. "What?" She asks tilting her head.
"I want to remember… all of you." Her starts at her calming blue eyes; her beguiling mouth; her gorgeous breasts. "You are so beautiful." He picks her up in his arms, holding on tight. "I'm never letting you go…" Jake enters Paulina swiftly causing her to throw her head back.
Their bodies are illuminated by the outside. Her body moves towards him coaxing him deeper as nail marks appear on his upper back. Like a ghost, she whispers out his name, persistently, against his cheek.
"I've wanted this for so long, Jake." She exclaims.
For the next twenty-fours, Jake and Paulina never leave their hotel room maintaining the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. Each are unabashed and unafraid finding more ways to pleasure the other. They have already used the bucket of ice, raspberry sauce, and whip cream through-out their day of marathon sex-capades.
Straddling his lap at the foot of the bed in face-off, Paulina rests her head on his right shoulder finding the right pace. Jake's hand does not move from the small of this woman's back urging him deeper while stimulating her exposed nerves.
She arches back letting her long hair tickle Jake's knees. Paulina groans as his lips find her sensitive area. He taunts her as he becomes more aggressive along her neck down her clavicle. She throws herself forward grabbing his face for a long, slow, deep, wet kiss.
"I've missed your hair in my face." He whispers against her mouth with her hands holding his face still.
She laughs and breathlessly states, "I've missed this."
Another round, another position completed. He slaps her butt with a firm hand causing her to jump with a yelp. He giggles while she continues a search for the complimentary terrycloth robe. She finds it on the floor near the sofa from the last time she dropped it after answering the door to find their hot breakfast.
Handing Jake a bottle of water from the mini-bar, "We smell like sex."
"Of course, we do. That's all we've been doing for the last," checks his watch, "fourteen hours." He tosses the empty bottle on the floor. "Let's order up lunch and take a shower."
After regaining their strength, the intense flirtation takes over. They don't make it to the bed. They drop to the floor and roll around laughing. He picks her up and throws her over the shoulder to land on the executive desk with a clear view of the Chicago River. She rests her legs on his shoulders targeting the perfect spot with each thrust.
This is the best time of reconnecting. They have rediscovered their bodies teaching things they already knew. Treating each other softly, roughly with every single want and demand. Their passion has always been intoxicating; this day just validates that.
At the twenty-four mark, the couple find themselves in a shared bath. Paulina leans against Jake being as physically close as they can be surrounded by candles. They are in bliss recovering from their day of satiable acts bonding them evermore. Both of them enjoy the opportunities from a bath. However, at this point in the day, it feels more than inherently liberating, but a sense of relaxation after the marathon in their hotel room.
He moves her hair to one side, "Feeling you this close... We never lost it. This intensity…" He kisses her cheek, "I will never get enough." He wraps his arms around her naked body.
She takes his hand to her lips. "And. I will never let you go."