Chapter 344
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Chapter 344:
Around them, the head of Gaston’s security detail quietly repositioned his men, their bodies forming a discreet perimeter that blocked every line of sight from the terminal, giving the couple a private world in the middle of the storm.
Gaston finally broke the kiss. Both of their chests were heaving. He pressed his forehead against hers, water dripping from his dark hair onto her face.
“Say it again,” Gaston ordered, his voice a low, possessive growl beneath the sound of the rain.
Jocelyn looked up into his burning eyes.
𝖨ո𝗌𝘁a𝘯𝘵 𝖺c𝗰𝘦𝘀𝘀 оn
“I love you,” she said, her voice steady and absolute. “And I am never letting you go p>
A dark, primal fire ignited in his expression.
He cursed under his breath, bent down, scooped her up into his arms, and sprinted toward the waiting armored Maybach. Chen ripped the back door open. Gaston lifted Jocelyn onto the plush leather seats and climbed in after her. Chen slammed the door and immediately raised the thick, soundproof privacy partition.
The Maybach tore out of the airport toward Manhattan.
The back of the car was dark and close. Gaston did not waste a single second. He pressed Jocelyn against the leather, his hands frantic, pulling her wet cardigan from her shoulders. He buried his face in her neck, his mouth urgent against her collarbone.
Jocelyn gasped, her fingers tangling in his wet hair. The force of his desire sent electric shocks through her entire body.
“Gaston,” Jocelyn whimpered, arching up beneath him.
“I cannot wait,” Gaston groaned, his hand sliding up her thigh. “I am going to take you right here p>
His phone buzzed. A text from his head of security: Press outside the penthouse. Gaston cursed. He leaned forward. “Chen, change of plans. The Four Seasons. Now p>
The car swerved and slowed, descending into the underground VIP parking garage of the Four Seasons Hotel.
Gaston sat back, his chest rising and falling unevenly. He pulled off his wet jacket and wrapped it firmly around Jocelyn’s shoulders. Then he kicked the door open and lifted her out of the Maybach.
Several hotel executives stood frozen in the garage, staring in undisguised shock as the CEO of the Collins Group walked past them carrying a woman concealed beneath his coat. Gaston ignored them entirely. He strode straight to the private VIP elevator and hit the button for the Presidential Suite.
The doors closed.
Gaston pressed Jocelyn against the mirrored wall and found her lips again before the elevator had moved a single floor.
The doors opened at the top.
He carried her out, and when the keycard reader proved too slow, he shoved the door open through sheer impatience. He kicked it shut behind them. The lock clicked.
The rest of the world ceased to exist.
Three hours later.
The Presidential Suite of the Four Seasons looked like a war zone. Expensive, ruined clothing was scattered across the thick Persian rugs. The storm outside had finally broken, and the late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow through the massive windows, illuminating the tangled sheets on the king-sized bed.