**Part 2: The Hallway**
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It doesn’t take us long to reach the hotel, but the wait feels like years with all the heat and tension coursing through us.
“Just through here,” I tell Markus when we’re inside, taking a right down a hallway towards the room. Before I can walk too far, though, Markus’s hands are on my shoulders and he presses me into the wall. His mouth is on mine before I can take a breath. His lips are soft, damp, moving slowly but intensely for a while, his tongue finding mine and licking hot strips of want into me. I groan softly into his mouth and something shifts. Markus’s guitar falls off his shoulder onto the ground and I expect it to break the moment but he doesn’t appear to realise.
“Your guitar,” I breathe, but his mouth stops mine again, faster now, our lips perfectly syncronised. He stoops slightly and finds the backs of my knees and with a gasp I’m lifted against the wall, my legs wrapping around his hips. He tastes so good. Why does his mouth taste so fucking good?
Markus’s kisses travel hungrily along my jaw, down my neck, peppering my chest like he might run out of time if he doesn’t devour me completely right now. He grinds his hips into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, grabbing hold of his back with my fingertips. The heat from his kisses travels from my neck all the way down to the exact spot where he’s pressing himself into me through our jeans. My breath hitches and he grinds into me again.
“Take me inside and fuck me,” I demand, pointing to number 12 two doors away. Markus hums his pleasure at the words against my skin, his tongue exploring the line where my cleavage meets my black satin crop top. I shiver.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands right now, missy,” he teases, looking down at his own arms effortlessly pressing me into the wall. “I want you dripping before I’m inside of you.”
I let out a soft, involuntary moan at his words. Just as he leans in to kiss me again, there are footsteps approaching the hallway. “Is everything okay down there?” A woman’s voice calls. She must have heard the commotion of the guitar falling, and well… Me.
With half a smile, Markus places me on the ground, swiftly retrieves his guitar in one hand and pats my ass to indicate for me to let us into my room. We’re inside before the woman reaches us.
*Continued in Part 3.*
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