A.N/ This is the clean version, guidelines forbid the explicit content this chapter would demand. The original version is available in AO3 (Archives Of Our Own) if you're that interested. Hope you enjoy this version too!

The closer she got to the door, the more her desire for him grew. She tightened her grip on his hand with every shaky step she discreetly camouflaged, and his heart increased its beating rate with every squeeze she gave him. She came to a stop in front of a white door with golden borders and a golden knob. She looked at him with a cheeky smile, this was her suite's door. He couldn't process everything that was going on, his body was accelerating inside him and she was about to invite him to bed, someone like her, was about to invite him inside. Bobbi let go of his hand - dreading losing physical contact with him - so she could search for the room key in her tiny purse. Why did she have so much shit in such a tiny purse!? She struggled to focus, her body begging for her to touch Lance, or for Lance to touch her. She looked over her shoulder, finding his eyes locked on her ass and curvy waist. She smiled and turned back to her purse.

Warm hands landed on her sides, and she almost melted when she felt his warm chest behind her. He tugged her golden curls aside and begun kissing her neck. She bitt off a moan and closed her eyes for a second. She grabbed both his hands and pulled them up to her breasts, which he gently cupped and rubbed while his lips traced her neck bone. She bent slightly, brushing her ass with his front, and he couldn't help but groan. His lips shifted up to her ear and he playfully bit her.

"That key...?" he asked with a husky voice.

"Somewhere." she teased him before pecking his lips.

She turned back to her purse while he kept on sucking at her neck. God, if she didn't find the key soon, she would fuck him where they stood. A small grin emerged when she victoriously rose the card. He looked at it, leaving a prickling sensation on her neck, waiting for the door to be open. She slid the card fast, turning the knob instantly and grabbing him by the shirt. She shoved him inside and threw her purse on the chair next to the door. He locked the door behind him. Her blue eyes scanned him, finding the bulge she had induced a couple of moments ago when she playfully jerked her hips at him. He gave her that shit-eating grin of his that made her legs go weak and she couldn't keep her cool anymore.

Bobbi grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. He didn't hesitate to grab her by the ass and lift her, carrying her across the room. Their frantic hands and off-beat intense kisses causing them to struggle for air and balance. They bumped into a couple of objects, throwing a few lamps to the floor, but neither of them seemed to mind. He gently dropped her on the bed, Bobbi scrambled to her knees, her mouth thirsty for his touch again and she wrapped around his neck, engulfing him in another kiss. His soft lips on hers felt like a bliss, the way his tongue so thoroughly explored her mouth, leaving a delicious sensation everywhere it reached, was pure addiction.

They were both out of control, which meant that they would get nowhere, and they both needed to get somewhere. He was clearly too turned on to react, so it was up to her to take lead. She cupped his face and pushed him away, her hands shifting to the buttons of his shirt. After unbuttoning a few, she pulled the shirt over his head, dumping it to the floor, oblivious to the actual price of the branded cloth. She admired his well sculpted body for a brief moment. Then she attacked his nipple, pulling him to the bed with her.

She rolled aside so she could be on him, her legs over his bulge and her hands gripping the sheets while she kissed his bare skin. He stroked her hair anxiously, anticipating where the trail of kisses would lead. She pecked his belly button and glanced at him, warning Hunter that she was going to take his pants off. He smiled at her and sat up, helping her unbuckle his belt. He dismissed it quickly and went for another bruising kiss to her swollen lips.

God he was such a good kisser, and his package seemed loaded. She managed to pull the pants down, and he kicked them off, struggling a bit at first, but determined to not leave her touch anytime soon. She leaned her forehead on his, letting out a little excitement chuckle. He joined her.

"You sure?" he asked her. Her eyes met his, determination and a burning desire evident in her blue colour.

"Yes." she confirmed.

The rest of the night was an intense romantic rendezvous. Both their bodies clutched together in pleasure. The warm feeling that stirred inside her fuelled her desire for him, their physical connection growing wilder by the minute. His sensual yet gentle touch felt like a drug, her body surrendering to the moment completely. His warm breath against her skin, his low groans and his soft kisses was all she could remember. Pleasure. Losing herself with him, and letting him lose himself with her. His body warm against hers, delighting in every curve and feature his skin could feel as she stroked his hair kindly. He wondered why they connected so well, both in and outside the bedroom. But he hoped, for the love of god, that this sensual moment wouldn't be the last they shared.

She was still delighting in his touch, the burning sensation he had left on her body was beyond thrilling. God she had never fucked like that in her life, this shit was good. She finally opened her eyes, steading her breath and looking at him. He got off the bed, rewarding her with a view of his ass as he walked to the table and grabbed a water bottle. He turned around, a satisfied smile penetrating through her skin as their eyes met. But her gaze wasn't steady, it quickly shifted down to his lips, and then to his well toned chest, and then to his abs, and then to his V-line and then to his dick. She bit her lower lip, knowing that, if she hadn't just come a moment ago, she'd be desperately horny for him.

"Here." he offered with a low pitch voice. She took the water bottle and sat up, taking a sip from it and watching Lance as he sat in front of her with a tissue box and humid towels. He started wiping the mess he was partly responsible for. His hand softly rubbed her inner thighs, leaving her breathless at first, when he was brushing very sensitive areas. As he trailed down with gentleness, her gaze re-directed up, and she focused on him.

"You're kinda cute when you're focused." she said with a raspy voice. He looked up at her, a sincere smile - one she hadn't seen before - on his face. He kissed her softly and then went back to wiping her legs. She drank some more water, getting rid of her raspy voice and observed how Hunter wiped off his mess as well. He got rid of the towels and tissues in the bathroom, and put the tissue box back on the nightstand.

"You're gonna be cold." he scolded her. She rolled her eyes, this was her room. He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs, pulling the blanket under her. He brutely dropped her legs, causing her to laugh and covered her with the sheets.

"You are my personal heater." she told him. He slid in bed, next to her. His arm wrapped around her waist and she blushed. She didn't know why, but she did.

"Goodnight, Bobbi." he told her as he lay down. Her body complained when his warmth disappeared. She clapped her hands and the lights turned off, so she also lay down.

"Goodnight Lance." she whispered. He pulled her closer, his eyelids heavy and his body falling asleep. She snuggled up to him, her head resting on his shoulder. He left his hand securely on her waist, kissing her on the crown before he dozed off to sleep. Bobbi's palm rested on his chest, feeling his slow heartbeat.

Oh, Lance. She hated herself for targeting him, for planning to steal from him. His warm breath against her skin was somehow soothing, and his scent was just calming. Fuck, she liked him. She liked him enough to want to be more than just his one night stand, and he did too. She could tell, she could see it in his eyes. Hunter wore his heart on a sleeve, something Bobbi really valued. And there she was, relaxed in his arms, and all he knew about her was a lie. Would he understand? Would he forgive her? Did he even have to find out? No. She wasn't going to overthink this. She was going to enjoy him and his presence while she could. She inhaled his scent again and snuggled up even closer. Her eyes slid shut, and she fell asleep comfortably in Lance Hunter's arms.