Hospitality Man Series I: His Babymaker Client (ENGLISH VERSION)

CHAPTER 25

Saphire’s POV

I stirred awake slowly, the warmth of his embrace enveloping me like a cocoon. His steady, even breaths whispered against my skin, a soothing rhythm that lulled me into a state of tranquil contentment. We were in his room now, the clock on the bedside table reading fifteen minutes past midnight. The world outside felt distant, irrelevant, as if time itself had paused to grant us this moment.

Our clothes lay discarded, a testament to the intimacy we had shared earlier. We had bathed together, the water cascading over us as we laughed and whispered secrets only lovers could understand. Now, as I lay beside him, my mind wandered, weaving thoughts of our future. I longed for our relationship to be known, to be celebrated openly, but he had always resisted the idea. I wondered if reconciling with his parents might change that, but I hesitated to interfere. It wasn’t my place to meddle in such matters. Still, the desire lingered, a quiet hope nestled in my heart.

I turned onto my side, propping my head up with my hand so I could study him more closely. Even in sleep, his features held a quiet strength, a determination that I had come to admire. My fingertip traced the arch of his brow, the sharp line of his jaw, and the curve of his lips—lips that, in sleep, seemed softer, less guarded. He sighed softly, his breath warm against my skin, and I felt a pang of longing.

How I wished I had been his first. The thought of others knowing him in the way I did now gnawed at me, a quiet ache that I couldn’t quite shake. I wanted to be his last, to claim him wholly and irrevocably. It was irrational, perhaps even selfish, but in my heart, it felt right. I loved him, deeply and completely, and that love had blossomed swiftly, defying the constraints of time.

My finger brushed against his lips, and to my surprise, they parted slightly, drawing my fingertip in. He suckled gently, a sleepy reflex that sent a shiver of warmth through me. I smiled, charmed by his unconscious affection. He was like a child in his vulnerability, so carefree and unguarded.

I tugged my finger free, and he stirred, his head turning as if searching for what he had lost. I couldn’t help but smile again. He had a way of making me feel things more intensely, of amplifying every emotion until it was almost overwhelming. Even in sleep, he had that effect on me.

“Hush now,” I whispered, stroking his thick, wavy hair until he settled once more. My hand continued its exploration, gliding over the smooth planes of his back, down the curve of his spine, to the firmness of his hips. When my fingers brushed against the taut muscles of his backside, he moaned softly, his body responding even in slumber. I watched, entranced, as his length stirred to life, growing firm and full.

It still amazed me, the way my body could accommodate him. He was unlike anyone I had ever known—strong, insatiable, and impossibly attentive. His passion was relentless, a force of nature that left me breathless and aching in the best way. I had once thought his intensity might overwhelm me, but instead, it made me feel alive, complete in a way I had never imagined.

His breathing shifted, and a moment later, his eyes fluttered open. He smiled at me, his gaze soft and warm. “Mmm. This is a nice way to wake up,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

“I know,” I replied, brushing my lips against his in a feather-light kiss.

“What are you doing, Hon?” he asked, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Just watching you sleep,” I admitted, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You look so peaceful.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Have you been watching the evolution of my rod as well?”

I laughed softly, my cheeks warming. “Maybe,” I confessed, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He shifted closer, his body pressing against mine, and I felt the heat of him, the way his arousal mirrored my own. His hand cupped my hip, holding me close, while his mouth captured mine in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It was moments like these that reminded me why I had fallen for him so completely.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he rolled me onto my back, his body settling over mine. I gasped as he entered me, the sensation a blend of gentle pain and exquisite pleasure. My hands found his shoulders, gripping him tightly as I adjusted to the feel of him.

“Ahhh…” I breathed, my voice trembling.

He stilled, his forehead resting against mine. “I’ll make sure you’ll remember this moment,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate. “Just this, just us.”

The promise in his words sent a shiver through me, and I felt my body respond, tightening around him. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one drawing a gasp or a moan from my lips. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, connected in a way that felt timeless.

“Ahhh!” I cried out, the sensations overwhelming me.

“Let it out,” he urged, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re safe here. Just feel.”

His words were a permission I didn’t know I needed. My hands roamed over his back, my nails digging into his skin as I urged him on. He groaned, his movements growing more urgent, and I felt myself spiraling toward the edge, my body trembling with the intensity of it all.

When his release came, it was like a flood, washing over me and pulling me under. I shattered, my cries mingling with his as we clung to each other, lost in the fire of our passion. In that moment, there was nothing else—just him and me, and the love that bound us together.

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I stirred awake, my body half-buried beneath the warmth of the blanket. The golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I groaned lightly, turning onto my back, stretching lazily as the fabric slid against my skin.

“Good morning,” a deep, familiar voice greeted, laced with warmth.

I blinked, adjusting to the light, just in time to see him stepping out of his closet, freshly showered. Droplets of water clung to his damp hair, a few trickling down his collarbone before disappearing beneath the loose fabric of his shirt. His scent—a mix of soap and something inherently him—drifted toward me as he approached.

“Morning,” I murmured with a drowsy smile.

When he reached the edge of the bed, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, then my nose. His lips hovered just above mine for a moment, teasing, before capturing them in a slow, lingering kiss. It started soft, tender, but quickly deepened as we lost ourselves in each other, our breaths mingling.

His lips wandered lower, tracing a heated path down my neck, lingering where he knew I was most sensitive. My body responded involuntarily, arching slightly as he moved further, brushing kisses over my collarbone, then lower still.

A quiet gasp slipped past my lips when he kissed the delicate skin of my abdomen, lingering there longer than before. My fingers found their way into his hair, gently tugging as I coaxed him back up to face me.

“I haven’t showered yet,” I whispered with a soft chuckle, breathless.

He smirked. “I don’t mind.”

His hands moved as if to press me back against the sheets, but I playfully pushed against his shoulders.

“Stop it,” I scolded, pretending to pout.

He chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Fine.” And just like that, he leaned in, capturing my lips once more in a deep, lingering kiss before finally pulling away.

“Wait here. I’ll go get us some breakfast,” he said as he stood.

I watched as he walked toward the door, but just as he was about to leave, I called out, “Hon?”

He turned back, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Do you have something I can wear? Something… a little fitted?” I asked, knowing my wardrobe wasn’t exactly here. “I need to shower.”

He smirked, stepping closer again. “I had Jims pick out some clothes for you earlier.” His voice dropped lower as he leaned in, whispering against my ear, “But no underwear.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

He let out a soft laugh, tapping my chin playfully before pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Relax. I’m kidding.”

I huffed, smacking his arm lightly. “Silly.”

His laughter followed him out the door, and with a shake of my head, I got up, wrapping the blanket around myself as I headed to the bathroom.

After a refreshing shower, I stepped out, towel-drying my hair before heading to the closet. The dress he mentioned was hanging neatly by the mirror—white, fitted, and stopping just above my knees. Simple yet elegant.

I slipped into fresh underwear, put on the dress, then grabbed a towel to wrap around my damp hair. Just as I settled back onto the bed, the door swung open, and there he was, smiling as he rolled in a trolley filled with breakfast.

“Food’s here,” he announced.

We ate together, talking about the plans for the day. He mentioned we’d be going to the shop together, which made me smile—any excuse to spend more time with him was always welcome.

After breakfast, we brushed our teeth side by side in the bathroom. He finished first, rinsed with mouthwash, then reached for his razor. Just as he was about to shave, I took it from his hands.

“Let me,” I offered.

He smiled but didn’t say a word, watching me as I carefully ran the blade across his jawline. His gaze never left my face, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Stop smiling so much. You’ll end up cutting yourself,” I scolded, trying not to laugh.

He only grinned wider.

Once we were both ready, we headed downstairs. The household staff and security personnel greeted us with bows and polite smiles, which we returned before making our way to the garage.

And that’s when I froze.

My jaw nearly dropped as I took in the lineup of cars before me—two Ferraris, two sleek sports cars, one Lexus, and his Porsche.

I turned to him, blinking in disbelief. “How did your Porsche end up here, Hon?”

He smirked. “Had one of the PSGs drive it over yesterday.”

I nodded slowly, still taking it all in.

“So,” he said, crossing his arms. “Pick one.”

“Huh?” I looked at him, confused.

“Pick our ride.”

I stared at the cars again. The Ferraris were flashy, the sports cars had that edgy appeal, and the Lexus looked fit for a celebrity. But the Porsche…

“The Porsche,” I decided. “I want to ride in that one.”

He grinned. “Good choice.”

And with that, we drove off.

Perv’s POV

“What?!” Rex practically shouted, eyes wide in disbelief as he processed what I had just told him.

“Yeah,” I answered, completely unfazed.

He ran a hand down his face, pacing in frantic circles like a man on the verge of a breakdown. “You… You slept with our manager before, and now you’re sleeping with our current manager? Do you have a death wish?” He hissed, glancing around as if someone might overhear us.

I rolled my eyes before landing a light punch to his stomach. “Idiot.”

“Ow,” he groaned, clutching his side.

“I’m going to marry Saphire,” I said casually, fastening my apron as we stood in the locker room.

Rex straightened, staring at me like I’d lost my mind. “And how exactly are you planning to do that without your parents’ blessing? You need their approval, dumbass.”

“Not right now,” I shrugged, adjusting my tie.

He exhaled a long, dramatic breath. “Are you serious, man?”

I met his gaze, unwavering. “As serious as a storm making landfall.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes widening slightly at the weight of my words.

“So that means… the old you is dead? The reckless, carefree, irresponsible Pervince I knew?” he asked, almost disbelievingly.

“Yes,” I said without hesitation, shutting my locker door.

Rex sighed again, but this time, a smirk played at his lips. “Damn. Looks like you’re gonna have kids before I do.”

I shot him a look. “Go get checked.”

He laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Ahehe.”

“Come on,” I said, already walking ahead. “They’re probably looking for us.”

And just like that, we went back to work.