"To the Waldorf Astoria Hotel."
Giving instructions to the driver, Duke raised the partition, completely isolating the front and back seats of the car. He turned to look at the person beside him.
Ivanka's golden hair was tied at the back of her head, and half her body leaned against him. Her firm chest pressed against his arm without reservation. Even through her sweater, Duke could feel the alluring softness—an irresistibly enticing softness.
"I missed you," Ivanka said, turning to look at him.
Duke pinched her chin and leaned down to kiss her. Ivanka closed her eyes, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, passionately responding to him. Like all lovers reunited after a long separation, they were easily consumed by their shared desire, which quickly escalated into a physical need.
Before the kiss ended, both Duke's and Ivanka's hands had already ventured beneath each other's clothes, exploring sensitive places.
Between a man and a woman who've already shared intimacy, such moments of passion can only end one way.
If they weren't in a car, Duke and Ivanka would already have stripped and started their passionate battle.
"Darling, move your hand away," Duke warned, lifting his head from Ivanka's chest. "I won't be able to hold back if you keep this up."
His breathing was a bit erratic, and Ivanka wasn't doing much better. She took several quick breaths, crossing her legs to hold Duke's wandering hand in place. Her face tilted upward, her body slightly arching. "Please, Duke! Have mercy on me! Unless you want me to scream right here..."
Duke lowered his head and lightly bit Ivanka's protruding chest, pulling his hand away from below and grabbing her firm hips instead. With one hand cradling the back of her head, he kissed her full lips again.
Unlike the first fiery, intense kiss, this one was gentler, their tongues leisurely exploring each other.
"Darling, I can't wait much longer," Ivanka said breathlessly after the long kiss.
Duke helped Ivanka fix her disheveled clothing. As she leaned into his arms, she busied herself adjusting his belt and zipper, saying, "We'll be there soon."
Unfortunately, upon reaching Manhattan, they were caught in the city's infamous traffic jam. The car was stuck in a long line, barely moving for minutes at a time.
Looking into each other's eyes, Duke and Ivanka's desire burned even stronger, threatening to consume them.
But they both knew this wasn't the right time or place. Paparazzi might be following them, and any slip could be captured and exposed.
Despite the unrelenting passion, Duke held back. Ivanka wasn't a casual fling; she was his acknowledged girlfriend, and respecting her was the least he could do. Ivanka, clearly struggling too, managed to contain herself.
After half an hour in traffic, the car finally arrived at the Waldorf Astoria. Duke led Ivanka to the suite he had reserved. From the moment they entered, they dropped their luggage and clung tightly to each other.
The flames of desire that had burned all the way there finally found an outlet.
Their longing for each other could only be expressed and released through an intense and prolonged session of passion. The battle in the room didn't end until evening.
"I don't want to move anymore," Ivanka said, lying there as Duke entered the bedroom, now fully dressed. She seemed utterly drained, with only her eyes moving.
Duke approached, kissed her forehead, and mischievously cupped her ample chest with his hand, his fingers teasing. Ivanka's breathing quickened instantly, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Ivanka, I suggest you get dressed," Duke whispered, kissing her lips lightly. "Or I won't be able to stop myself."
He straightened up, pulling the now-limp Ivanka to her feet. "It's getting late; we need to leave."
"Leave?" Ivanka, still lost in the bliss her lover had given her, seemed to struggle to think. Clinging to his arm, she pleaded, "Why do we have to go? Can't you just stay with me a little longer, Duke?"
Duke playfully pinched her nose. "I forgot to tell you. I promised my mom we'd have dinner at home."
Hearing this, Ivanka quickly opened her dreamy eyes and jumped onto the carpet. "We're late already! Help me find my clothes, darling."
"Gladly."
Having thrown their clothes around earlier, Duke had already gathered them. He handed Ivanka her outfit from the nearby rack. She took them, giving him a quick kiss as a reward while putting on her underwear.
She quickly donned jeans, knee-high leather boots, a snug sweater, and a dark wool coat. After applying light makeup in front of the mirror, she hooked her arm around Duke's and left the Waldorf Astoria with a sweet smile.
The moment they stepped outside, flashbulbs popped. Duke didn't care. He helped Ivanka into the car before glancing at the nearby paparazzi and shaking his head. He then got in.
In recent months, despite never officially confirming their relationship, Duke and Ivanka had been seen together frequently. Donald Trump's repeated mentions of their romance in interviews had already convinced the media. One of Hollywood's famous playboys seemed to have turned a new leaf.
Thinking about Donald Trump, Duke frowned. Just after Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone premiered, Trump had capitalized on its success by claiming that, once the timing was right, his daughter's boyfriend would take over the franchise.
Accepting Ivanka as his girlfriend meant tolerating her family to some extent. But Trump's habit of using him for publicity was wearing Duke down.
Fortunately, there was no presidential election this year. Otherwise, Duke would have undoubtedly become Trump's biggest promotional tool.
For some reason, Duke's mind wandered to the possibility of Trump running for president. If he remembered correctly, Trump became increasingly politically active, even showing aspirations for the White House in later years.
"What are you thinking about?" Ivanka asked, noticing Duke's distraction.
Shrugging, Duke joked, "I was imagining what it'd be like if Donald became president. Then I'd be dating the First Daughter."
"Sounds great in theory," Ivanka replied, clearly skeptical of her father's potential. "But in reality, even he doesn't believe it's possible."
"Perseverance leads to success," Duke chuckled, dropping the subject.
The mere thought of Trump continuously exploiting his relationship with Ivanka for attention was exasperating.
Ivanka wasn't much of a talker, preferring to savor the quiet, sweet atmosphere with Duke beside her.
Although the Upper East Side was also on Manhattan Island, the evening traffic was just as bad. By the time they arrived, it was quite late.
"Sorry, Mom," Duke apologized after lightly hugging his mother. "The traffic was terrible."
"It's fine," Mrs. Leah smiled, greeting Ivanka warmly and leading them to the dining room. "Evening traffic on Manhattan is always like this."
Ivanka chimed in, "It's a miracle if a car manages thirty miles per hour here."
"Take a seat, Ivanka," Mrs. Leah gestured to the chair on her right. "Make yourself at home."
"Thank you," Ivanka nodded politely.
Dinner wasn't extravagant, mainly consisting of dishes Duke liked. The three chatted casually, without any constraints. However, the mood turned somber when the fallen Twin Towers were mentioned.
The collapse of the Twin Towers deeply impacted the city's residents.
"Ivanka, I heard you're starting a business?" Mrs. Leah inquired about the website Ivanka and Duke were collaborating on. "Is it going well?"
"It's just a small website," Ivanka replied modestly but eagerly. "Right now, it's mostly used in schools in Pennsylvania, with some users on the East Coast. It's nothing compared to blogs or large BBS sites."
"Even reaching that scale is impressive," Mrs. Leah complimented.
Ivanka sighed, "The site has some influence but brings in no revenue..."
She glanced at Duke and added, "According to him, it won't be profitable for a long time. I haven't figured out a viable business model yet."
Duke shrugged, signaling her not to rely on him. While he knew a bit about social networking sites, he had no idea how they generated revenue beyond ads.
"I'm planning to turn the site into a company," Ivanka continued, now speaking about her pride and joy. "I'd base it in Los Angeles and change to a primary domain name."
Mrs. Leah glanced at Duke, understanding Ivanka's motives. She was pleased with the positive changes in her son's personal life.
Turning to Duke, Ivanka asked, "Do you have any good ideas for a name?"
"A name?" Duke hadn't given it much thought. After a moment, he said, "How about 'Facebook' or 'YouTube'?"
"'Facebook' or 'YouTube'?" Ivanka barely hesitated before shaking her head. "Those sound worse than Instant Share. At least it's straightforward and clear."
"Then let's stick with Instant Share," Duke said indifferently.
In this short Christmas holiday, in addition to visiting his mother and Ivanka, Duke will also attend a party hosted by Donald Trump
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