Pizza Guy vs. Abby Anderson part 2

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Abby's body relaxes with relief as Jace tosses the flogger aside and changes his tone. She can feel a different energy in the room now, one that is focused on intimacy and connection.

As he traces his fingers over her muscular body, Abby can't help but shiver with delight. The tenderness of his touch contrasts sharply with the earlier domination, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The way he kisses her scars makes her heart sing, and she wriggles slightly in excitement.

When he mentions a special toy, Abby's curiosity is piqued, and she watches intently as he retrieves the backpack from the closet. She wonders what kind of new sensation he will introduce to her, and she can't wait to find out.

"Show me, Jace. I'm ready for anything." Her voice is low and sultry with

Abby's eyes widen as she watches Jace prepare her with all these straps and items, her curious excitement growing with each addition. She knows he holds the power in this situation, and as she sees the ropes being looped above her, she finds herself even more intrigued by where this might lead.

As he drapes the final piece across her body - the sexy bra that teasingly reveals only part of her breasts - Abby can't help but let out a soft moan of desire. She is truly at his mercy now, and she feels an indescribable thrill coursing through her veins.

With her legs now dangling above the bed, Abby waits for Jace to show her what his special toy has in store, anticip

Abby's breath hitches as she feels the device humming to life, sending wild sensations throughout her body. She closes her eyes and focuses on the pulsing stimulation coming from the inner thighs, pussy, and nipples of her "Pleasure Panties." The feeling is intense, yet not unpleasant, and she can't help but moan with pleasure.

As Jace's gaze settles on her helpless body below, Abby's mind races with the intensity of their situation: they're alone in a strangely erotically designed room, with her bound in ropes and his domination playing out before her. He pulls on the pulley ropes once more, spreading her legs wider and enabling him to better view her inner landscape.

Abby's heart quick

Abby's eyes widen even more as Jace informs her that the device is designed to never let her reach orgasm. She can feel helplessness and arousal intermingling within her, her body struggling for release while it remains just out of her grasp. The random intensities, tempos, and locations of the pulsating vibrations make this unpredictable experience even more exhilarating, heightening her desire.

As he wanders off to take a shower, leaving her tied up and fully exposed, Abby's frustration grows along with the intensity of the device's actions. She refuses to give in to the torture; instead, she focuses her energy on trying to figure out how long Jace intends to leave her like this.

Her mind races,

Abby's mind feels completely scrambled and consumed with the torturous pleasure inflicted on her by Jace's device. She tries to answer him but finds that her voice is hoarse from moaning and panting through the intense sensations.

As Jace appears, his towel wrapped around his waist and a bulge visible beneath it, Abby feels both desire and resentment building inside of her. She struggles to articulate her thoughts, but he beats her to the punch with a question that catches her off guard.

"My favorite music?" she repeats, her voice barely audible.

Unable to focus on anything beyond the relentless feeling of the device, Abby strains to remember her favorite song. Eventually, a soft pop tune comes to mind, and she mutters it, hoping that Jace will release her from her current predicament.

Abby's body tenses as Jace turns on the device yet again, this time accompanying it with sounds of sexual pleasure blasting through the room. She can feel her mind slipping away into a fog of tortured desire and frustration.

As Jace tells her about his past sexual exploits, Abby tries to block out the sounds and focus solely on the intense sensations coursing through her. She can feel his arousal growing as he positions himself behind her, his cock in his hand.

Despite her overwhelming desire to give in to his touch, Abby remains defiant, determined to hold out as long as she can against the relentless onslaught of pleasure threatening to overtake her.

Abby's body trembles as Jace starts to massage her with the oil. She can feel his strong hands working skillfully over her skin, eliciting intense pleasure from her body despite her best efforts to resist.

As he taunts her with the threat of continuing the torture, Abby tries to find the strength to resist. But with the intensity of the device and the sounds of other women moaning in pleasure filling the room, she feels herself weakening, her desire building with every passing moment.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, Abby gives in, her voice barely audible over the noise of the speakers. "Please," she murmurs, "please fuck me."

Abby lets out a breathless moan as Jace rubs his cock against her throbbing and wet pussy. The sounds of other women in the background only add to her desire, making it even harder for her to resist.

As Jace twists her nipples and inflicts pain, Abby can feel herself falling deeper into a haze of pleasure. She tries to remember his command, to beg for him to fuck her, but the sensations overwhelming her make it difficult to form coherent thoughts.

Finally, she manages to gasp out a plea. "Please," she murmurs, "please, Jace, fuck me...I can't take it anymore."

Abby cries out in pleasure as Jace finally penetrates her with his thick, hard cock. The sensation of being filled completely after being so thoroughly teased and tormented makes her feel like she's on fire.

As he slaps his body against hers, Abby can feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. With every thrust, every movement of his body against hers, she feels herself slipping further into pure ecstasy.

She moans and gasps, lost in a haze of pleasure as Jace's cock twitches inside her. Every inch of her body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with intense sensation.

Abby pants and moans as Jace continues to fuck her harder and faster. She can feel the vibrations pulsing through every inch of her body, sending her into a frenzy of pleasure that is almost too intense to bear.

With every thrust, every movement of his body against hers, Abby feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She can sense the pleasure building inside her, growing more and more intense with each passing moment.

As Jace commands her to cum, Abby feels herself losing control completely. With a scream of pure pleasure, she finally lets go, her whole body wracked with orgasmic convulsions as she explodes in ecstasy.

Abby lies there, exhausted and spent from the intense pleasure she just experienced. As Jace slides out of her pussy, leaving a trail of his thick, sticky cum in its wake, Abby can feel a sense of exhaustion wash over her. She's not used to being subjected to such intense pleasure, and it's left her drained and emotionally overwhelmed.

As Jace kisses her gently, Abby can sense the tenderness behind his actions. Despite their power dynamic and the nature of their activities, there's something about him that makes her want to trust him, to believe that she's safe in his hands.

Slowly but surely, Abby begins to let herself fall deeper into the moment. As she drinks in the tenderness of Jace's touch, she starts to realize that

Slowly but surely, Abby begins to let herself fall deeper into the moment. As she drinks in the tenderness of Jace's touch, she starts to realize that she's not completely immune to his charms and that there might be more to this than just lust and pleasure...there could be something deeper between them, a connection that transcends their physical encounter.

As they explore each other emotionally and physically, Abby finds herself opening up more and more, allowing herself to trust Jace with her secrets and vulnerabilities. At first scared of being hurt, she now realizes that with him, she might have found someone who could potentially help her navigate the complex web of her emotions and desires.

Abby lets out a soft sigh as she surr

Abby lies there, her body still trembling with aftershocks from their intense encounter. As Jace caresses her gently, cleaning her up and caring for her in a way she never expected, she feels a warmth spread through her chest.

Despite the often brutal nature of their play, there's something about Jace that makes Abby feel cherished and cared for. She can sense his genuine concern for her, his desire to make sure she's okay after what they just went through.

As Jace speaks about his thoughts on BDSM and sharing his desire to learn by doing things his own way, Abby nods in agreement. Though she's still new to this world, she understands the appeal of giving up control in order to experience extreme pleasure and the thrill of uncertainty.

She smiles as Jace tells her she can stay as long as she needs, feeling a sense of gratitude and

Abby can only watch as Jace slowly rises from the bed and slides out from under the blankets. She's still half-asleep, but she can sense that he's up to something.

As Jace leaves their shared space, she can hear him rustling around, going about his business of cleaning up and making sure everything is in order. Though she's not sure what he's doing exactly, she appreciates the effort and attention to detail that goes into these seemingly menial tasks.

Intrigued by the strange alchemy that unfolds between them during these quiet moments, Abby decides to let herself fall into a deep sleep, allowing herself to drift away into a peaceful slumber as the sounds of Jace's work fill her ears.

Abby is suddenly jolted from her slumber by the sound of her phone buzzing, followed by the sound of Jace's hesitant steps as he shuffles around her. She can sense him studying her in that silent but poignant way of his, and she feels a sense of unease building within her.

As Jace picks up her gun and sets it nearby, Abby watches him intently, wondering what motivates him to handle her firearm in such an intimate setting. Is he contemplating their power dynamic, or simply taking care of details so they won't impede their future activities?

She doesn't ask, however; there's something about the quiet bond between them that nurtures trust over questioning. Instead, she simply allows herself to watch him with detached interest, feeling

Abby stirs from her slumber at the sound of Jace's voice, her heart beating faster as she listens to his words. She can tell that he's struggling with something deep and personal, something that he's not sure how to articulate.

She rises from the bed and sits up beside him, her eyes searching his anguished face. Though she doesn't know what he's going through precisely, she feels a sense of compassion and empathy towards him.

As Jace opens up about his confusion and his thoughts on Abby, she reaches out and touches his hand gently, conveying her support through her touch. Though it feels presumptuous, she leans in and kisses him gently, expressing her care for him in that moment.

Feeling a sense of closeness and tenderness between them, Abby settles in beside Jace, holding him close as they navigate their

Abby nods in agreement, feeling a sense of camaraderie and solidarity with Jace. Though she's not sure where their conversation is headed, she knows that they are both in need of some frank honesty and mutual understanding.

"Of course, we can have a truth time. I'm here for you, and I want to know what's on your mind," Abby says gently, her voice tinged with a sense of concern.

As Jace speaks about his emotional state and his need to understand certain things, Abby listens intently, her eyes locked onto his gaze.

"What do you need to know?" she says, her voice quiet but firm. "I'll do my best to answer honestly and to the best of my ability."

Abby remains quiet and attentive as Jace talks about his instincts and his feelings towards her. She can sense that he's trying to open up, trying to make sense of things, and she wants to support that in whatever way she can.

When Jace asks her about her gun and her scars, Abby doesn't flinch or show any signs of hesitation. Instead, she simply begins to speak, her voice low and measured.

"I have a gun because there are certain situations that require it," Abby explains, pausing for a moment before continuing. "As for my scars, they are reminders of the past. They tell a story of the things I've been through and the battles I've fought."

Abby takes Jace's hand and holds it tightly, knowing that her next words might be difficult for him to hear.

"I know that I can come across as

...intense and harsh," Abby continues, her voice trembling slightly. "But everything I do, every decision I make, is meant to protect those I care about and to achieve my goals. I don't take risks lightly."

She pauses and takes a deep breath, looking down at Jace before continuing.

"The scars are proof that there are people out there who will do anything to get what they want - even if it means hurting others. But I won't let that stop me. I've made my choices and I stand by them."

Abby caresses Jace's hand in reassurance, hoping that he understands the complex emotions that drive her actions. She can feel his warmth against her chest, and she leans into him protectively, grateful for his presence and companionship.

Abby feels a sense of warmth and affection coming from Jace's kiss, and she can't help but feel drawn to him in that moment. She appreciates his kind words and his understanding.

But at the same time, she knows that there is a darker side to this situation - one that will require her to exercise caution and prudence.

"You don't distract me like that, Jace. Not intentionally," Abby says, her voice steady and unwavering. "But I understand what you're saying, and I appreciate your concerns."

As Jace finishes his sentence, trailing off into silence, Abby finds herself struggling to find the right words. She doesn't want to alarm him or make him think that she's incapable of handling whatever life throws their way

Abby considers her response carefully before speaking. She wants to be honest without needlessly worrying Jace.

"Sometimes they're jobs. Other times..." She pauses briefly. "Let's just say I have a way of attracting trouble wherever I go. So I take precautions."

Abby gently lifts Jace's chin so their eyes meet. Her gaze is steady and calm in a way that helps temper any rising tension.

"Don't get me wrong - it's not an easy life. But I can handle myself just fine in tough situations. I don't go looking for unnecessary conflict."

She offers Jace a small, reassuring smile. "All that really matters is what's here, right now, between us. The rest I can manage on my own."

Abby's tone is confident yet soothing,

Abby listens closely to Jace's words, her expression thoughtful and contemplative. She appreciates the offer and sees the potential benefits of having a reliable base of operations.

As Jace stands up and takes her hand, pulling her towards the roof hatch, Abby senses that he's trying to make a point. She follows him closely, her thoughts racing as she wonders what he will show her next.

As they reach the hatch, Jace turns to face her, his expression intense yet inviting.

"I want you to see something," he says, gesturing towards the hatch.

Without hesitation, Abby climbs through the hatch and onto the roof. The sight that greets her is breathtaking: the city sprawls out before her, a sea of lights punctuated by towering buildings and bustling streets.

For a moment, Abby forgets about everything else - the guns, the

Abby follows Jace to the nearby fire escape, her heightened senses tuned to every sound and movement around them. She acknowledges that she's familiar with the building's weak points, but it's all information she's gathered over time through various means.

As he explains his ideas for enhancing the building's security and sustainability, Abby listens intently, taking in every detail. Her eyes widen as he paints a vivid picture of what could be, and she finds herself impressed by his practicality and ingenuity.

"Jace..." she murmurs, her gaze fixed on the cityscape below. "I think you have something here. I really do like the idea of having a secure base of operations with renewable resources."

Abby turns back to face Jace, her

Abby responds to Jace's kiss with a mix of surprise and passion. She can't help but be drawn in by his boldness, his honesty, and the way he makes her feel.

As she pulls away from the kiss, she gazes into his eyes, seeing a depth of understanding and trust that goes beyond mere words.

"Jace," she whispers, her fingers gently tracing the lines of his face. "I know what you're trying to do - become someone I can rely on, someone who's more than just a client or an acquaintance. And I appreciate it."

Abby hesitates for a moment, her thoughts racing as she considers the complexity of their relationship.

"But," she adds slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "There are still

Abby watches Jace walk away, feeling a mix of confusion and intrigue. She senses that he's trying to reach out to her in his own way, offering both companionship and sexual connection as a form of grounding.

For a moment, Abby considers the offer - it's not uncommon for her to seek physical release as a means of coping with stress or trauma. But she wonders if it's really wise to mix business with pleasure, especially given the murky nature of her job.

Abby moves to follow Jace, her steps quickening as she thinks of something else to add.

"Jace," she calls out, her voice firm yet gentle. "I appreciate your offer, and I do think connecting with someone on a more personal level can be grounding. But you have to understand that my life is complicated. There are going to be times when I have to

Abby watches Jace go downstairs, feeling a tinge of regret and frustration. She knows he's trying to connect with her on a deeper level, but she can't help but wonder if it's really the best idea.

She calls out after him, her voice echoing through the stairwell.

"Jace, I hear what you're saying. And I agree that this world is complicated. But it's precisely because of that complexity that I have to be careful about who I let in. I'm not saying no to your offer, but I do need some time to think about it."

With that, Abby heads back to the rooftop, her thoughts racing as she tries to sort out her feelings. She knows that Jace is sincere, but she also knows that their connections run deep. She wonders if it's worth the risk of getting too close, both emotionally

Abby hears Jace call out from downstairs. She contemplates his offer for a moment before making her way down the ladder to his apartment.

Quietly, she walks downstairs to his pizza kitchen. Leaning against the door frame, she observes him working the dough, the rhythmic pounding somehow soothing.

When he speaks, she responds gently. "I'm always watching, Jace. It's part of my job." Stepping inside, she slides onto a stool at the counter.

"Normal people, huh?" Abby muses, a small smile playing at her lips. "Isn't life more interesting when it's a bit complicated?"

She listens intently as he works, enjoying these brief moments of companionship and understanding between them. Jace may want more, but for now, this quiet connection is what Ab

Abby's heart races as Jace suddenly turns from professional chef to agitated lover. She can see the frustration and anger etched on his face, the red scratch marks and cracked edge of the counter bringing the reality of their intense encounters crashing down around her.

"Jace, I understand," she replies softly. "I'm not here to defend myself; I'm here to understand what's going on."

Jace takes a deep breath, seemingly calmer after her response. He looks at Abby, his eyes softening as he speaks again.

"Look, Abby," he says gently. "I know this isn't a normal relationship or connection. But I also know that you matter to me in ways that go beyond just sex or time-setting liasons. I don'

Abby feels Jace's hands on her cheeks, his flour-covered fingers warm against her skin. She meets his gaze, seeing the intensity and sincerity in his eyes.

"I have heard that saying," she replies quietly. "But Jace, I don't need saving. I may be complicated, but I can take care of myself."

She gently removes his hands from her face, holding them in hers for a moment before releasing them.

"Listen, I know last night was intense and we both had some intense feelings. But I also know that we need to be careful with each other's hearts. I'm not saying no to you, but we need to take this slow."

: Abby laughs despite herself, a tinge of warmth spreading through her chest. "Fine," she agrees, swiping at the flour on her nose with a playful smile. "We'll go on a date. I'm looking forward to it."

As Jace gets back to work, Abby sends a text to Sandra, confirming her shift at ten. She knows the world is complicated, but she's willing to navigate it with Jace, if only for the occasional quiet moments they share.

Abby can feel her heart pounding in her chest as she hears Jace's knock on the door. She takes a deep breath to calm herself, smoothing down her dress and checking her reflection one last time in the mirror.

Opening the door, she sees Jace standing there with a bouquet of flowers, looking handsome and nervous all at once. She can't help but smile at him, feeling a warmth spreading through her chest.

"Hey," she says softly, accepting the flowers from Jace's hands. "You look amazing. Come on in."

She leads Jace into her apartment, offering him a seat on the couch while she grabs a vase for the flowers. She can sense the tension between them, the anticipation for the night ahead hanging thick in the air.

"So where are we headed tonight?" she asks, hoping to break the ice a bit more.

Abby smiles, feeling her cheeks flush at Jace's compliment. She hugs him back before pulling away with a playful eye-roll at his teasing.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she says with a grin. "But a rooftop dinner and dancing sounds perfect. And of course, I'm ready to go."

She grabs her purse and follows Jace out of the apartment, feeling her heart racing as they head off into the night. She can't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this chance to share something special with someone she cares about. The world may be complicated, but moments like this make it all worth it.

Abby feels her cheeks flush as Jace takes a picture of her in the sunlight. She feels a moment of self-consciousness before he grabs her hand, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Time seems to stand still, and Abby forgets everything else except for the feeling of Jace's lips on hers.

When they finally pull away from each other, Abby feels breathless and light-headed. She looks at Jace with a smile, feeling truly grateful for this moment together.

"Let's go," she says softly, still feeling the warmth of his lips on hers. "I can't wait to see what the night has in store for us."

Abby feels a warm flutter in her chest at Jace's words. She knows he understands there's more to her than meets the eye. Running her thumb over his hand, feeling the callouses and strength, she smiles.

"I understand," she replies softly. "This is for me too. It feels good to let my guard down, just for a night." She gazes back at him fondly in the low light, appreciating his effort to clean up - and chuckling lightly at the thought of his waxing experience.

"Well, you do clean up nicely," she teases in return, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "And who knows...maybe you'll get a reward for all that effort later." She throws him a playful wink, wanting this night to be filled with lightness and possibility. For once,

Abby steps out of the Uber with a grin, admiring Jace's playful confidence. She leans in for the kiss before following him out of the car, feeling slightly nervous herself.

As they enter the luxurious hotel lobby, Abby's heart starts to race. It's not often she gets to experience such extravagance, and she can't help but feel out of place - but looking over at Jace, she sees him feeling the same way.

"We've got this," she says softly, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. "Let's go have some fun."

Together, they step into the elevator, riding it up to the rooftop restaurant. As the doors open, Abby feels her eyes widen in awe. This is truly a magical evening, and she's grateful to share it with someone she cares about.

Abby smiles reassuringly at Jace, feeling his hand tighten around hers. She follows him to their table and takes in the incredible view, feeling a sense of awe wash over her.

"You look perfect," she whispers, gazing at him with fondness. "And you were right, this is amazing. Don't worry about a thing."

She leans in to press a gentle kiss against his cheek before settling into her seat. Looking over the menu, she can hardly contain her excitement for the night ahead.

Abby chuckles at Jace's nervous energy, the memory of their first meeting coming to mind. She follows his lead by pulling her seat closer to his, enjoying the warmth of his hand in hers.

"How could I forget?" she says with a grin. "You were giving out free pizzas and I thought it was a scam. I ended up holding you at gunpoint."

She shakes her head, smiling at the absurdity of it all. "It's funny how things work out in the end though, isn't it? Here we are, on top of the world, enjoying each other's company. Who would have thought?"

Abby feels her cheeks flush red with embarrassment as Jace recalls their steamy encounter. She remembers their first intimate moment with equal fondness, but can't help feeling self-conscious about discussing it in public.

"Jace!" she whispers, trying - and failing - to suppress a giggle. "We can't talk about that here. There are other people around."

She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to steer the conversation away from such inappropriate topics. Despite her reservations, though, she can't help feeling a spark of excitement at the memory of their first time together.

Abby raises an eyebrow at Jace as he winks at her, still feeling a bit flustered from their previous conversation. She takes a deep breath and focuses on the present moment, letting the scent of the wine wash over her.

She follows his instructions, giving the wine a gentle swirl before taking a sip. The flavor is rich and complex, with a hint of sweetness that reminds her of their first time together. She nods in appreciation, gazing at Jace with a mix of affection and desire.

"Well, I certainly appreciate the lesson," she says with a soft smile. "And I have to admit, this is delicious. Thank you for sharing it with me."

Abby's eyes widen in surprise as Jace reveals the story behind their meal. She's impressed by his resourcefulness and culinary skills, and can't help feeling a sense of pride at seeing his name on the menu.

"That's incredible," she says with a smile. "I had no idea you were such a master chef. And to have your own catering business? I'm beyond impressed."

She looks over the menu, admiring the selection of dishes Jace has designed. They all look equally tempting, but she's eager to try his signature creation. She takes a bite of the spaghetti and meatballs, savoring the rich flavors.

"Mmm, this is really delicious," she says. "Your artichoke bolognese sauce is outstanding. I can see why it's so popular."

Abby chuckles at Jace's revelation, watching him devour the food with evident enjoyment. She reaches for her own glass of wine and takes another sip, relishing the complementary flavors.

"Well, I'm glad you did," she replies. "And I must say, this catering business seems like a fantastic idea. You have an incredible talent, my friend." She pauses before adding, "And if it hadn't been for that sauce, we might not be here together right now."

A grin curves her lips as she thinks back to the passionate encounters they've shared. She playfully nudges Jace with her elbow, egging him on.

"So, when do I get to taste your famous b

As Jace leans in, Abby teasingly finishes her sentence: "bedroom skills?" She smirks playfully, challenging him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

The atmosphere around the table shifts, becoming charged with anticipation as they both focus on each other. The delicious food and wine seem to fade into the background, overpowered by the thrilling possibility of what might come next.

Jace's face darkens slightly, a mixture of desire and determination flickering across his features. He takes a deep breath before answering with intention.

"Very soon," he replies, his voice low and confident. "Very soon, indeed."

Abby leans back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. She looks over at Jace, meeting his gaze with a smile.

"I was thinking the same thing," she replies. "In fact, I was hoping you would suggest it."

She stands up from the table, smoothing down her dress as Jace takes her hand and leads her onto the dance floor. The music begins to play, and Abby lets herself be swept away by the rhythm.

As they move together, Abby can't help feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. This moment, with Jace here beside her, feels like pure bliss. She closes her eyes, letting the music fill her senses as they sway gently in each other's arms.

When the song ends, she beh

Abby whips her head around to see what's going on, startled by the chaos that's begun. She can see the woman tossing her glass of red wine towards them, cursing and screaming.

For a moment, she finds herself frozen in place before realizing she needs to protect Jace. She steps in front of him, shielding him from any potential damage. The woman's accusations fill Abby with anger, but she keeps her emotions checked for the time being.

"Excuse me," she says firmly, turning toward the other woman. "But that's completely uncalled for. My boyfriend here has been incredibly kind and generous throughout this event."

Her tone is firm, very matter-of-fact, leaving no room for doubt or argument. The other woman looks at her for a

Abby's jaw clenches in irritation as the woman yells out further insults. She wants nothing more than to lash back, to defend Jace's honor. But she stays rooted in place, holding herself back from escalating the situation further.

When Jace gently pulls on her arm, retreating to their table, she follows willingly. They brush past the fraying crowd, putting distance between themselves and the volatile scene.

At the table, she watches Jace with concern as he works to clean the spilled wine from his skin and clothes. Her expression softens, all anger dissipating as she watches him.

Once he sets the towel aside, Abby reaches for his hand with a reassuring squeeze. "Forget about her. You have nothing to prove to anyone. I know the real you." She smiles warmly

Abby nods as she listens to Jace's explanation, still feeling intensely protective of him. She watches as he tries to remove the wine stain from his shirt, seeing the frustration written clearly on his face.

As he mentions their last encounter and the toys in his bedroom, a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. Memories of their intimate moments together flicker through her mind.

But she pushes them aside, focusing instead on Jace's current dilemma. "Here, let me help," she says kindly, taking a napkin from the table and lightly dabbing at the stain on his shirt. "We can handle this."

She feels his muscles flexing under her touch, and that only serves to make her more aware of him. "Why don't we head back to my place after this, and take our minds off this whole mess?" she suggests,

Abby gives Jace a warm smile, comforted by his words. "I'm here for you, Jace. No matter what."

As he expresses regret about the evening and the hotel room he reserved, she leans in towards him and takes his hand. "It's not ruined. The night is still young, and we can make it even better. And that hotel room sounds lovely. I would love to spend the night there with you."

She pauses, taking a deep breath and then letting it out slowly. "Let's forget about everything except us. Let's focus on each other, and make this an unforgettable night together." She looks deeply into Jace's eyes, her own filled with a sincere affection.

"Abby senses Jace's somber mood as they ride up in the elevator, and she squeezes his hand reassuringly. When they reach their floor, she leads him gently into the hotel room. The first thing that catches her eye is the gorgeous view of the city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows."

"Oh wow," she breathes out, her voice tinged with awe. "This room is incredible!"

She turns to face him, offering him a warm smile, hoping to lift his spirits. "I'm here for you, Jace. Whatever you need, I'm here."

Abby steps closer to him, letting her body brush against his in a gentle, reassuring manner.

As they explore the hotel room, Abby takes in the luxurious amenities with admiration. When she turns to Jace, she senses his vulnerability. He seemed to be down, quiet and preoccupied. It was a side of him she hadn't seen before.

She steps in closer to him and pulls him into a gentle hug. "Hey," she says softly, "you don't have to put on a brave face for me. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Abby runs her hand through his hair, giving his scalp a soothing massage. "Is there something troubling you, Jace? You can tell me, I'm here to listen."

She leans back a little to look at him, her eyes filled with concern, assuring him that he can share anything he wants.