by M. S. Parker
“So be it.” The words were easier to say than I thought they would be.
She laughed and shook her head in disbelief. “You will lose everything.”
“If I have her, it'll be worth it. Having everything but losing her...” My heart twisted at the thought of a life without her. “She's all I need.”
“How noble.” Alizee rolled her eyes. “You are a fool.”
“Maybe,” I agreed. “But it doesn't change anything. Call Vincent and tell him you're killing the idea. Or I'll make the call.”
“I am not calling Vincent,” she said. “Because I am not going to stop the project.”
“You're not?” I refused to let myself hope. Alizee didn't strike me as the forgiving type. There was a catch here. I was sure of it.
“Of course not,” she said scornfully. “Why would I do that? A sex club in Cannes such as the one you are planning with Vincent will be quite beneficial for my own businesses. I fully intend to continue my support.”
“Oh, well, all right then.” I was pleasantly surprised. That had gone better than I could have expected.
“You, however.” Her eyes narrowed and she gave me a look that was anything but friendly. “If you are not going to fuck me, you can get the hell off my yacht.”
I stared at her. I'd expected an ultimatum, where I would have to allow Vincent to buy out my part of the club. I hadn't expected her to kick me off the boat. I looked around. We were a good ways from the harbor. Nothing I couldn't handle, but I was still hoping she wasn't being serious.
“Go.” She pointed.
“You want me to swim?”
Alizee reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall off her shoulders to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. “Swim or fuck. Your choice.”
I took off my shoes, tied the laces to my belt and walked to the edge. Part of me wanted to look back at Alizee to see if she was going to relent, but judging by the sounds I was hearing behind me, she'd decided that if I wasn't going to get her off, she'd take care of it herself. I really didn't want to see that, so I bit the bullet and jumped.
The water was colder than it looked and my clothes weighed me down, but I didn't let any of that distract me. I began to swim, taking strong, even strokes that moved me steadily toward the shore. I tried not to focus on the way my arms ached or how uncomfortable I was. Instead, I thought about what I was swimming toward.
I had a feeling it'd take me a while to find a cab that would take me back, wet as I'd be, but once I got back to the hotel, my plans were very simple. I was going to wrap my arms around Carrie and kiss her until I forgot what it had felt like to have Alizee's mouth on mine. Then, I was going to bend Carrie over the couch so I could see how red her ass was from last night and I was going to fuck her until she screamed. Once she did that, I'd take her to our bedroom and make her come until she passed out.
That should help me forget that this awful day had ever happened.
I kept those thoughts in my head as I swam and they helped warm me. There was only one downside. When I climbed out of the water, after thinking of all the ways I wanted to ravish my hot girlfriend, I had a massive erection despite the cold water. That, plus the way my pants were clinging to me now made for an embarrassing walk to catch a cab.
As I walked, I made a decision. I was going to call Vincent and tell him he could deal with Alizee from here on out. For the rest of the trip, I didn't want to be anywhere near her. Well, I'd make the call after fucking Carrie senseless. That was my top priority.
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About The Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing. ☺