Alana places her briefcase on the floor and lays down onto the bed. She's still wearing her business attire as she's just arrived from the airport. Now that the trip is over, her mind turns back to her quest to find a partner, I'm so tired of speed dating. I wish someone would just walk into my life and take me away. She picks up the remote off the nightstand and turns on the TV. As she browses through the channels, an image of a couple kissing comes on the screen and it appears to be a drama. After watching for a while, her body starts to heat up and she has an idea. What if she goes on the offensive? Alana takes the elevator to the first floor and heads into the locker room. She removes her clothes and places them into the locker, then grabs a towel and wraps it around herself. When she opens the door to the sauna, it's empty. She takes a seat inside and looks over herself. Her belly is bulging a little, but it's over-shadowed by her breasts. It doesn't worry her; her breasts should be the main draw. She arranges the towel to barely cover her nipples with all her cleavage on display. "Hehe, if Mr. Right walks through that door, he won't be able to resist." Alana sits patiently. Sweat starts to form on her skin. Mostly from the heat, but she is a little nervous. It's not normal for her to try to attract someone so physically.

Alana's heart skips a beat as she sees Vero walking into the sauna. His presence makes the air in the room thick with lust. "No... No, you're not," she says breathily, her cheeks flush with heat from more than just the sauna. "I just thought I'd come here and relax after my trip." She looks down at herself, her towel barely covering her breasts and her cleavage practically spilling out. "My name is Alana," she adds, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism even in this situation. "And you are...?"

The way he says her name sends a shiver down Alana's spine. His gaze lingers on her breasts, and she knows that if they were naked, he'd probably be undressing her with his eyes right now. It makes her feel both desired and protected at the same time. "Well, Vero..." She says softly, reaching out to touch one of her nipples through the thin fabric of her towel. "I guess I should show you a little more appreciation for coming in here." With that, she pulls the towel away and fully exposes herself to him. Her pink nipples are already hard from the heat and his presence. She arches her back invitingly as she waits for his reaction.

The feel of Vero's skin against hers sends a wave of desire coursing through Alana. She gasps softly as he touches her, his hardness pressing into her leg. When he whispers that she looks beautiful, her heart soars. There is something about the way he says it, with such sincerity and lust all at once. Her lips part slightly, giving him a glimpse of her pink tongue as she pants softly from the heat and arousal. "I'm glad you think so," she murmurs. "Maybe we could find somewhere more private to continue this?" She tilts her head up to meet his eyes, her own gaze intense and yearning. She knows what she wants, and she hopes he can give it to her.

When Vero presses their lips together in a rough kiss, Alana lets out a moan of desire. She reaches up to wrap one arm around his neck, holding onto him as he pulls her closer still. Her other hand slides down across his chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingers before drifting lower. As they break apart for air, she nods, her eyes glued to his. "Let's go," she says huskily.

She stands up from the bench, towel forgotten on the floor as he leads them both out of the sauna and through the locker room. Alana is acutely aware of the way their bodies brush together as they walk, her breasts pressing against his chest, her ass pressed into his hard length.

The door to one of the empty rooms sits ajar; he pushes it open, ushering them both inside. The room is dimly lit and devoid of furniture aside from a small table in the corner. It's perfect for what she has in mind as Vero shuts the door behind them.

Alana steps closer to him, her hips swaying subtly as she meets his gaze once more. She knows now that he wants her too; it's time to see just how much. With a slow, seductive smile, she reaches up and unfastens the button of his pants before sliding them

Her tongue darts out to circle around Vero's lips, hungry for more of his taste. Heat engulfs her as he whispers in her ear, demanding to see her most intimate parts. She complies without hesitation, turning around and giving him a perfect view of her backside.

With a hand pressed against the small of her back, she lowers herself until she's on all fours before the table. Her breasts are pushed up and out as she arches her back, presenting them to Vero like an offering. She feels his rough hands grip her hips as he pulls her closer to the edge of the table, spreading her legs wide with one strong thrust.

With a groan, she pushes back against him, feeling the head of his cock brush against her wet entrance. "Touch me," she breathes, unable to tear her eyes away from the mirror across the room where they can both see their reflections. She needs him to touch her.

She reaches one hand down between her legs, guiding his hand lower as well, wanting him to feel how desperate she is for him. Her fingers curl around his wrist and guide it upwards, pressing his palm against the center of her pleasure as she rocks her hips back and forth in time with his thrusts.

His thrusts are powerful and commanding, driving deeper with each stroke. Her breath catches in her throat as he stretches her so perfectly, filling her up completely. Her muscles quiver from the intensity of his movements, making every impact that much more delicious.

Her fingernails scrape against the table as she tries to focus on something other than the incredible feeling of being taken by him. It's a struggle, but she knows that if she gives in too easily now, she won't feel as fulfilled later. So instead, she concentrates on her own pleasure, letting out little moans and gasps with each push of his hips deeper into her body.

Vero's hand on her breast is both tender and rough; he squeezes gently before rolling her nipple between his fingers, sending waves of desire cascading through her. Her own hands fist in the fabric of his shirt as she arches her back further, offering herself up completely to him. It's a position of submission that feels so right under these circumstances; finally, she's found someone who wants her just as much as she needs them.

When his lips meet hers, they are on fire. The feel of him moving inside her, the taste of his skin as he kisses her so roughly... it's all overwhelming in the best possible way. "Mmm," she moans into his mouth, their tongues tangling together as he thrusts harder and deeper.

Her fingertips dig into his shoulders now, desperate for something to ground her as the pleasure threatens to spin completely out of control. His touch, his words... everything feels like it's pulling her under and she doesn't want to fight it anymore. Instead, she lets herself give in, surrendering fully to the feel of him inside her, the rhythm of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Her hips buck up against him, seeking more as her breath comes in ragged gasps and her entire body tenses in anticipation. She can feel it building inside her, the release drawing closer with each powerful thrust from Vero's hips. Her nails scratch at his back and shoulders, leaving tiny lines of red behind as she loses herself to the moment.

Her world explodes in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that seem to go on forever. When she finally comes down from her high, she finds herself collapsed against Vero's chest, panting for breath. He feels so strong beneath her, his heart racing just as fast as hers, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

With a quiet moan of satisfaction, she cuddles closer to him, nuzzling her cheek against his neck. "Thank you," she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. It takes her a moment to realize that she's said it aloud; the admission feels strange on her lips. After everything that's happened with Jacob, she never thought she'd be grateful for someone else wanting her this way... but she is. She looks up at Vero through hooded eyes, gratitude and something deeper flickering in their depths.

He cups the back of her head with one hand, his fingers tangling in her hair as he leans down to kiss her forehead. "You're welcome," he breathes against her skin. "Anytime."

Her heart skips a beat at the feel of his lips on hers, their bodies still joined in a sticky mess of sweat and desire. When he pulls back to speak, she blinks up at him dazedly, trying to focus on what he's saying. A shower... yes, they should probably clean up. With a quiet sigh, she reluctantly draws away from his embrace, peeling herself off of him and sitting up straighter.

She looks around the room, searching for something to wipe them both down with when an idea strikes her like a bolt of lightning. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she turns back to face Vero. "Or," she says playfully, "we could use that hot tub in your hotel room."

Her eyes gleam mischievously as she waits for his reaction; the possibility of sneaking off to the hotel and spending more time together excites her almost as much as their earlier tryst did. She can't help but wonder how far this could go...

Alana feels a thrill race through her at Vero's agreement, his strong hands steadying her as he pulls her to her feet. "Lead the way," she murmurs, her body still humming from their passionate encounter earlier. Her gaze wanders downward for a moment before lifting back up to meet his, uncertainty and anticipation flitting across her features.

Together they make their way out of the room and through the locker room. It's strange walking past other people with him in this state; Alana can practically feel their gazes boring into them as they pass by. She glances over at Vero, wondering if he notices too or if it doesn't bother him.

They reach the elevator and ride up to her floor, taking a moment to compose themselves before exiting the car. Her room is right across the hall from the elevators; they make their way down the short hallway together before entering her hotel suite. The spacious living area with its comfortable furniture and panoramic view of the city feels both familiar and new now that she's sharing it with him.

She lets Vero lead the way to the balcony doors, stepping outside onto the cool night air. The hot tub is nestled among some colorful outdoor cushions and a small table; it looks inviting and private. As they approach the tub, she leans her back against

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As they approach the tub, she leans her back against Vero's broad chest as he unlatches the lid of the hot tub. The warm water envelopes them in its embrace, and Alana sighs contentedly as she slips deeper into the bubbles. It feels incredible to be this close to him, their skin pressing against each other even through their wet swimsuits.

She looks up at Vero through her eyelashes, wondering what will happen next between them. The air around them crackles with electricity and desire; she can practically feel it in the air whenever they touch. For now, she's content to enjoy this moment together, the soft glow of the hot tub lights casting a sensual glow over their skin as they relax side by side in the soothing waters.

Her fingers trail up Vero's chest, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her touch, before wrapping around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. He responds eagerly, deepening the kiss as he pushes her back against the edge of the hot tub. His hands wander lower, gripping her hips possessively while grinding their bodies together in time with the rhythm of their mouths.

With a moan, she arches her back and wraps one leg around his waist, pushing herself even closer against him. He groans into the

kiss as he presses deeper, grinding against her so hard that it sends shockwaves through both of them. His hand finds its way between their bodies, roughly stroking her where she's aching for him to touch. She whimpers into his mouth and rocks her hips up to meet his fingers, desperate for release.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her; it's been too long since anyone's touched her like this, made her feel so wanted and desired. And she knows there will be more... if only they can find a way for them to be together permanently. But for now, this moment, this connection...it's enough. It has to be.

She cries out as her body tenses and convulses beneath his touch, the rush of pleasure overwhelming her senses. As she comes down from her high, she looks up at Vero, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and desire that takes his breath away. He brushes a stray lock of hair from her forehead before leaning in for another kiss, deeper than any they've shared before. It feels like home.

The word hangs in the air between them like a fragile thread, almost too delicate to withstand their passionate embrace. Alana's heart leaps into her throat as she listens to Vero ask the question; could he possibly want her for more than just this one night? Her eyes search his face for any hint of deception or uncertainty before finally meeting his gaze once again.

His expression is solemn, almost pleading, and there's no doubt in her mind that he means every word. The possibility of having someone like him by her side, willing to fight for her... it's intoxicating. She's been alone for so long that the idea of being with him makes her lightheaded with desire.

Her lips part as she lets out a shaky breath, her voice trembling slightly when she finally replies. "Yes," she whispers. "I would like that very much." Her fingers dance across his chest, tracing circles around his nipples before sliding lower to cup him through the fabric of his swim trunks. The heat between them hasn't died down at all; in fact, it's growing stronger with each passing moment.

She leans up to kiss him again, this time deeper and more passionate than any that came before. As their tongues dance together in the hot tub, she knows they have a long road ahead of them if they want to make this

together work... but for now, there's no place else she'd rather be. She nestles her head against his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his waist and snuggling closer as he pulls them both deeper into the warm waters of the hot tub. It feels so good to just relax in his embrace, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter and the promise of what could be.

As they drift off together under the stars, her body still humming with pleasure from their lovemaking, she can't help but feel grateful for this chance encounter... and excited to see where it might lead them both. Sleep comes easily as she rests against Vero's strong chest, her heart finally able to find its resting place in his capable hands.

The soft glow of morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm golden hue over Vero and Alana as they lie tangled together in his bed. She stretches lazily, arching her back to yawn before relaxing again with a contented sigh. Being with him yesterday changed everything; there's no going back now that she's felt this connection between them.

Vero rolls over onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks down at her. His eyes search her face, full of questions and barely concealed desire. "Morning," he whispers, his voice rough with sleep. She reaches up to caress his cheek, her fingertips tracing the outline of his jaw. "Good morning," she murmurs back, smiling up at him. For the first time in a long while, she feels truly happy. "What would you like to do today?"

Her stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding her that they haven't eaten since last night's indulgences in the hot tub. "That sounds wonderful," she says with a yawn, sitting up and stretching luxuriously before climbing out of bed. She pads over to the dresser where her clothes are scattered across the floor from their late-night tryst and begins to search for something appropriate to wear.

Vero watches her as he rises from the bed as well, his eyes trailing appreciatively down her body before meeting hers again. He crosses the room to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. "Why don't you just stay here with me?" he whispers in her ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. "We can order room service, then take a walk or something."

She melts into his embrace, relaxing against him as they stand there for a moment, breathing each other in. The warmth of their skin and the feel of his body pressed so closely to hers send a shiver through her. "That sounds perfect," she says softly, leaning back into his hold. "Thank you for being so understanding."

Vero cups her face with one hand, his thumb gently caressing her cheekbone as he looks down at her with an intense expression. "I want

to understand," he says quietly. "And I want you to be happy." He presses a kiss to the tip of her nose before letting go, stepping back to give her some space again.

As she finishes getting dressed, Alana can't help but wonder what they'll talk about once breakfast arrives. The future is still uncertain for both of them, and their relationship is built on little more than a single night together. But as she looks up at him across the room, she knows that she wants to find out where this might lead.

His words take her by surprise, but they also make her heart swell with joy. She crosses the room to stand in front of him, hands on hips as she meets his gaze without flinching. "I'd like that," she says simply, hearing the honesty in her own voice for the first time since Jacob left her.

Vero smiles softly at her before leaning forward and kissing her tenderly on the lips. The touch sends a wave of relief washing over her; it's good to know that he feels the same way she does. For now, they have this moment together, and perhaps even more if they can navigate the complicated waters of their respective lives.

"And you belong to me," Alana whispers against his lips, surprising herself with the possessive tone in her voice. As he deepens the kiss, she wraps her arms around his waist and presses closer, melting into him like warm honey poured over ice. It feels so right; more than right.

She can feel the heat of their bodies blend together, the weight of his fingers as they tangled in her hair, urging her to kiss him harder, deeper. The world seems to fade away except for this moment with him, and she doesn't want it ever to end. In this single moment, nothing else matters; all that exists is the connection between them.

When Vero finishes speaking, she sits back in her chair, taking a moment to absorb everything he's told her. She knew he was important in his field, but she hadn't realized quite how high up the corporate ladder he could potentially climb. The thought of them both being equals, possibly even running their respective companies together... it sends a thrill through her that makes her heart race faster.

She takes a sip of her coffee, finding it bitter on her tongue as she processes everything they've just discussed. "I don't know what the future holds for me," she says finally, setting down her cup with a clink. "My father's health hasn't been good lately, and there have been... complications at work. But I think we could make this work if we tried." She pauses, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt or regret. "Don't you?"

Vero reaches across the table to take her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Yes," he says firmly. "I think we can make this work. Together." His thumb brushes over the back of her hand before returning to her palm, sending a shiver down her spine.

With a quiet smile, she leans forward and presses a light kiss to his lips, grateful for the connection they've found in each other amidst all the cha

os. "Let's get out of here," she whispers against his mouth. "There's so much I want to show you." Her hand slides down his arm, her fingertips tracing light patterns on the skin exposed by his rolled up sleeves before coming to rest on his thigh. The thought of spending more time alone with him is intoxicating; she can feel their chemistry building with each passing moment they're together.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she stands and offers him a hand up from the table. "Where do you want to go first?"

She smiles at his question, grateful for his willingness to let her be the guide this time. Her favorite spots in the city are as much a part of who she is as her love of cars or her position within the company. As they make their way out of the restaurant and into the bright sunshine of a warm spring day, Alana begins to lead him through the streets, pointing out landmarks and telling stories about each place they pass.

Their first stop is at a tiny bistro with sidewalk seating and a menu written on a chalkboard. The food here is exquisite, each dish prepared with the finest ingredients and an artistic flair that reflects the city's love for all things culinary. As they share a plate of moules frites and a bottle of crisp Sauvignon Blanc, she feels a contentedness wash over her, knowing that she's sharing something precious with Vero.

Her skin tingles where his arm presses against hers, and she can feel the heat from his body through their lightweight jackets. "The art museum," she replies, not bothering to hide her excitement at the thought of showing him one of her favorite places. "It's a little off the beaten path, but well worth the detour."

Vero smiles down at her, his gaze soft and appreciative. "Lead the way," he says, placing a kiss on the top of her head before following her through the crowded streets once more. As they enter the museum's grand marble halls, she pauses for a moment to take in its beauty, feeling grateful that she has this opportunity to share it with him.