The Heart System

Chapter 820: Chapter 820

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I fished it out. The receptionist was texting me, saying the new card for Eleanor had arrived and was ready to use.

”Your keycard’s arrived.” I slipped the phone back into my pocket. ”I’ll grab it for you from reception.”

”Mm.” Eleanor nodded. ”Thanks. And thank you, Esme. I needed a small pizza break like this one. But I should go now.”

”Same here.” I set the box on the coffee table.

”Oh, um,” Esme said, gulping her piece quickly. ”C-can we do this again sometime?”

”Afraid you’d never ask.” I smiled. ”See you soon, Esme. Take care. And don’t be shy to call me, alright?”

”Mm.” She murmured. ”Thank you.”

We walked to the door and opened it. Esme followed us, then stood in the doorway watching as we said our goodbyes. She closed the door behind us.

I headed toward the elevator, but stopped halfway and unlocked Eleanor’s door.

”Wait... your card also unlocks mine?” she asked.

”Yeah. Master keycard.”

”You... could’ve unlocked my door and I could get dressed up any time?”

I nodded. ”Yep.”

”But you didn’t.”

”Yep.”

”You...” She chuckled angrily. ”You dirty, dirty, dirty man.”

”When would I get a chance to watch such a beautiful woman eat pizza with extra cheese?” I shrugged. ”You cannot blame me on this one, Miss.”

”Wow. Wow, wow, wow. Just wow.” She exhaled. ”You are a jerk.”

”I’d say opportunist.”

”But you literally saved my butt from those guys.” She shrugged. ”So all is forgiven. But if you want to see me eat pizza naked, let me know next time.”

”So there’s a next time.”

”Yes.” She said. ”Now go get me my keycard while I change. I’m freezing.”

”Yes, ma’am.”

I walked over to the elevator as Eleanor went inside, then pressed the button for the ground floor. I leaned back against the mirror and let out a long exhale. Well, things with Esme seemed alright. At least she wasn’t feeling down anymore.

The door opened and I stepped out, walking directly to the reception desk. The woman behind it gave me a warm smile and pulled a fresh keycard from one of the drawers.

”Here you go, Mr. Marlowe.”

”Thanks.” I took the card from her. ”Have a nice one.”

I walked back to the elevator, tapped my Master keycard against the reader, and pressed the button for the floor just below the top. The doors closed. After about forty seconds they opened again with a soft ding, and I stepped out into the quiet corridor.

Eleanor’s door was already ajar. I pushed it open further and stepped inside.

”Fuck.”

She was sitting on the couch in the living room, legs crossed, waiting for me. The moment the door clicked shut behind me she looked up.

”Oh.” My eyes dragged over her. ”You... oh...”

She was wearing the exact same blue dress from the first night we met. She really loved that dress. And for good reason, it fit her perfectly. The soft fabric hugged every mature curve of her body like it had been made just for her. Short blue hair, elegant posture, that calm, confident presence... Eleanor was gorgeous. I had a soft spot for mature women, and she, Delilah, and Carrie each scratched that itch in their own way.

”Got my card?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

”Yep.” I walked over and sat down beside her. ”That dress has to be my favorite.”

”What a shocker. It’s my favorite too.”

”It fits you so well.”

I put my arm around her shoulders. Eleanor immediately scooted closer and rested her head against me. I pressed a soft kiss to the top of her hair.

”The first time I met you,” she said quietly, ”I thought I wouldn’t see you again.”

”Why?”

”Because Guy would either kill you or... banish you from the country.”

”I guess I proved you wrong, huh?” I rubbed her shoulder gently.

”You proved me very, very wrong.” Her voice was soft. ”You helped me find a place to stay. You helped me with Mark. And you never asked for anything in return.”

”I did ask for something,” I reminded her. ”That you’d stop being a ’VIP entertainer,’ remember?”

She chuckled quietly. ”I’m glad I... crossed paths with you, Evan.”

She lifted her head. Our faces were only inches apart. She kissed me. I kissed her back, slow and deep, still rubbing her shoulder while both of us closed our eyes. When I opened mine again I guided her down onto the couch so she was lying on her side, legs still hanging off the edge. I kissed her once more, then slid my hand up and squeezed her left breast through the dress. Eleanor’s hand came up to rest over mine as a soft moan escaped her. I swallowed the sound with another kiss.

”We have to be quiet,” she whispered against my lips. ”Or Esme will hear us.”

”Let her.” I smiled and dragged my tongue slowly up the side of her neck. ”Maybe she’ll start touching herself. It might take her mind off her sister for a while.”

”My god. You’re so evil.”

”I’m just thinking of her,” I said with a grin, then stood up from the couch.

I unbuckled my pants while Eleanor sat up properly and leaned back. She parted her legs and slowly pushed the hem of her blue dress higher until it bunched around her hips. No panties. She was already glistening wet. The sight alone made my cock throb hard.

She met my eyes, used two fingers to spread her soft pussy lips open, and bit her lower lip. That little gesture completely destroyed whatever self-control I had left.

I walked over, grabbed both of her thighs, and pushed them further apart. Then I dropped to my knees between her legs, leaned in, and dragged my tongue through her wet folds in one long, slow lick. Eleanor let out a quiet, shaky breath.