Dear Lord. I know Alex just said that to shock Luiz enough to make him leave, but damn, hearing the word “husband” coming from his mouth woke something in my heart that makes me cry.
He heaves a sigh of relief, but not me. I’m sobbing, my head down.
“Hey.” He softly lifts my chin up. My eyes instantly lock with his. Oh God, his gaze—it feels like home to me. “What’s wrong, Petra? It’s all good. They left.”
My heart can’t hold it in any longer, and I suddenly blurt out, “I love you.” I briefly close my eyes, holding back the tears. “And not in the way I should…” I sniffle, looking down, ashamed to have said it.
“Oh, Petra.” He lays my head on his shoulder. “Please don’t say that.” And he starts kissing my hair, trying to comfort me, but I’m still crying. He stares back into my eyes and dries the tears with his thumb. “Don’t say that,” he repeats, his voice soft.
“I know I shouldn’t…” I sniffle. “You are my godfather, my dad’s best friend, and more than twice my age. I know that! But I always felt like...” I look away, swallowing hard, my eyes still wet and my face scarlet. My heart’s pounding so damn fast and loud that I feel like I’m suffocating. I have to tell him, but it’s hard, so hard...
“Like what?” he asks, holding my chin up, his gaze searching mine.
“Like I belong to you.” I let it out. I dry my tears, even though they’re still falling. My eyes lost in his, I continue, “I wish I could remain immune to you. Forgive me, but I can’t. I can’t give myself to anyone but you.” His mouth opens in shock. But my heart has taken over. “Oh God, I want you so much. And I know you want me too. I feel it. The way you touch me, stare at me, kiss me—”
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I reach for her at that instant, starving to feel her lips on mine again. I can’t hold myself back anymore. Or my heart. She belongs to me. She finally told me.
But this time, I slip my tongue in her mouth, touching and playing with hers. My body heat is arousing; my heartbeat loud and intense. My fingers caress her jawline while I passionately devour her. I’ve never desired or wanted someone as much as her. Afterward, I smile, looking steadily into her big blue eyes, and in a low, tender voice, I tell her what I’ve known for a long time. “I’m afraid I also love you, Ms. Van Gatt… and not in the way I should.” I kiss her again, like I did in Rome, my heart bright and radiant, and I hold her hand tight. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter 17
Joá, October 20, 2019
Petra Van Gatt
The villa is nestled on a very high cliff in Joá—a high-end neighborhood on the coastline with views to São Conrado Beach, the viaduct going to Copacabana, and Two Brothers Hill. The entire bay is glittering, lit by the moon and stars.
I smile as I step inside. The villa features a modern design, the living and dining area in an open space, with direct access to the terrace, lounges, and an infinity pool with breathtaking views. As usual, Alex likes to be comfortable at home, removing his blazer, his bow tie, and his cuff links. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and unbuttons his collar. Then he turns on the lights around the entire terrace and pool as he sees me wandering outside.
“You were lying…” I rebuke. “This view is much better.” Alex chuckles. “Can we get in the pool?” I ask excitedly.
But he seems to have something else in mind. He turns his iPad on and chooses a specific song to play. I laugh and blush hearing it. It’s the song from the first dance: “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis Presley.
“You’ve been dancing quite a lot during this trip, Ms. Van Gatt,” he says, reaching for my hand. “But with neither the right man, nor the right song.”
Fuck, those words. They drench my entire body. I feel so weak and fragile as I sway back and forth with him. “You’re such an incurable romantic, Mr. Van Dieren,” I reply, giggling.
“Indeed, incurable.” He spins me around, then leans down to kiss my lips, and my heart skips a beat, feeling his again. “You know... since I kissed you in Rome, I haven’t been intimate with anyone else.”
My eyes widen. “What about Rafaela?”
“With anyone,” he repeats, letting out a breath. “It has been killing me seeing you with Luiz.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” My face beams with joy as I wrap my arms around his neck. “I was doing it just for that purpose.”
“I was hoping so.” His eyes drop down, looking absent for a moment. “Petra?” He caresses my face, smiling at me. “Do you really belong to me?” he asks with such a warm and tender voice that I melt entirely.
His heartbeat is loud, craving my answer.
“Yes,” I whisper, my face flushing, my heart fluttering. “I’m entirely yours.” His lips twitch into a smile. “And you?”
He chuckles at my question, but his smile gets wider. “I’m all yours, Ms. Van Gatt.” He presses his lips against mine in a kiss filled with so much passion and desire that it takes my breath away. Holy shit, it’s getting so warm here. “Do you still want to get in the pool?”
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Bossa nova is crooning in the background. I know she’s got no bikini or swimwear on underneath. I go to the bar area to serve myself a Macallan, giving her some privacy to remove her dress, shoes, and jewelry. I’d have undressed any other woman in a heartbeat, but not her. Not Petra Van Gatt. I hear the water splashing, and see the little miss swimming. A glass in hand, I move slowly back to the terrace and lean against the doorway, contemplating the dearest woman in my life happily floating like a kid in my pool. I take a sip. I can’t help but notice her black lace lingerie—more precisely, her strapless bra.
“You know, the pool is big enough for two.” I smile at her comment. “C’mon!” she commands playfully, splashing water in my direction to wet me. “We are in Brazil, and you didn’t even go to the sea with me.” But I don’t react. “C’mon, Alex. Are you intimidated, or what?”
I burst into laughter. “Absolutely. You’re terrifying.” I empty my glass before putting it on the table, and start to unbutton my shirt.
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I’ve never seen him in his underwear before—in fact, not even shirtless! He is the one who is terrifying, and I am the one feeling intimidated. I decide to turn my back, looking at the view before me while he’s undressing. I hear him unzip his pants. My heart pounds faster with every beat.
The water splashes as he enters the pool. Oh God. My nerves are boiling down in my stomach. He surprises me by coming up from behind, kissing my shoulder. I turn again to wrap my arms around his neck. I try to focus on his face, but my curiosity causes my eyes to dart down to his chest—his skin sun-kissed and smooth, his pectorals toned and firm. And before I can look further down, he moves to meet my lips, holding me by the waist. But I feel him containing himself, keeping a safe distance between our pelvises.
While kissing him, I bring his hands up to the clasps of my bra. He knows what I want. He looks down at my face, studying me. My lips are spread apart, breathing in short gasps. His fingers slowly touch the closures of my bra, taunting me for a few more seconds. I don’t say a word, but my stare is begging him to remove the last piece of garment covering my tits. He presses his lips against mine, and while devouring me, he finally unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the water. Then he moves down to my neck.
“Ahh…” I moan between heavy breaths, while his mouth is sucking my skin like he did in Rome. My brain feels intoxicated, growing desperate to feel more of him. He looks further down, this time shamelessly staring at my untouched breasts, as he caresses them for the first time. My tits fit perfectly in his palm. While he observes them attentively, his lips part in excitement—I know he’s growing harder at every touch.
“You are so perfect,” he whispers, gently rubbing my nipple with his thumb.
“Touch me,” I beg.
He doesn’t protest. He knows I’m desperate and soaking. He turns me around, my back against his chest, my si
ght on the horizon.
“Do you like the view?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe.
While his left hand is over my chest, his right one slides from my stomach down to my pelvis. “Then you should enjoy it…” And without waiting any longer, into my panties.
“Ahhh...” I moan at the feel of him caressing my clit. I lay the back of my head on his shoulder, letting him possess me entirely. I hear him groaning, his warm breath coming in short gasps just like mine. “Oh, Alex...” Fuck. I’m so drenched. I want to touch him too, feel his erection arching into my palm. I bring my hand up behind me, to the front of his boxers.
But he stops me immediately. “Petra, if we go further, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Then don’t…” I turn to face him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his lips. Then, almost with a hint of desperation, I whisper, “I want to do it tonight. I want to feel you inside...”
He swallows hard. “I can’t do it tonight. I’m sorry.”
Needless to say, the air cools instantly. “Why? Why not?”
I see him hesitating, probably fearful I won’t like his answer. “I need to talk to Roy first.”
“What?” My eyes open wide. “Are you kidding? I don’t need his permission.” My heart and jaw drop at such an outdated attitude. “We don’t need his permission.”
“Hey,” he murmurs, his fingers caressing my jawline. “Your father needs to know about us. I love you too much to…” He breaks eye contact, looking down, visibly embarrassed.
“To…?”
The words seem difficult for him to say. He blushes and swallows nervously, finally meeting my eyes again… And I’m still waiting for an answer!
“To take your virginity like this.” He lets out a sigh. “You might not give much importance to it, but I do.”
“Of course, I do too. I was about to do it with the man I love. Until he brought my dad into the equation...”
He smiles and tenderly kisses my forehead. “Just give me some time to talk to him. I’ll make it right, I promise.”
His principles and loyalty toward my father couldn’t vex me more. I let out a deep sigh of annoyance. Why does he have to be that like that? Dear Lord. He has no idea how many times I’ve wished to be here alone with him and feel him… But now I’ll have to wait because of Dad? Ugh! I press my lips against his cheek, thinking about how my wild night has just been ruined by his morals. “Can I at least sleep here tonight?”
“Sure, there are four bedrooms. You can pick whichever one you want.”
I put on my most innocent smile. “I meant, sleep with you.”
“I think it’s way too risky,” he asserts icily.
“I’m sure you can control yourself. Just sleep with me.”
“I can control myself, I’m not sure if you can control yourself, Ms. Van Gatt.”
I let a cheeky giggle escape. “I promise I will.”
“Are you sure?” He furrows his brow, but I nod confidently at him. “Very well. You just gave me your word, Ms. Van Gatt. I hope you can keep it.”
I remove my soaked black panties, take down my chignon, and lie naked in bed. My head is dizzy, maybe from the cachaça, maybe from his touch, his kisses, maybe from everything in between. I can smell his scent on the pillow. I smile, sniffing it. I shut my eyes, trying to cool down my excitement. But my body is trembling. I’m so warm and horny at the idea that I’m going to sleep with him.
He’s gone for a shower in the en suite bathroom. The sound of falling water resonates in my ears quite sharply. I wonder what it’s like being in there with him, lathering soap to wash his body, seeing him naked, touching him, and… oh God, feeling him inside.
The water stops.
Silence.
Despite the lights being off, I can discern his shape emerging from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his hips. I look for a few more seconds but instantly shut my eyes at the sight of him staring in my direction. If I pretend to be asleep, maybe he’ll come to bed naked. I know the odds are low. I hear a drawer opening, and I look discreetly again.
He’s standing at the end of the room, right in front of the wardrobe and close to the window, where the outdoor lights give a perfect view of his back.
He lets the towel slip down.
I sigh, admiring his delicious body. For some, chocolate or cocaine are their guiltiest pleasures, but for me, it’s him. His shoulders and back seem tanner than usual, but as athletic, broad, and vigorous as always. My eyes drift slowly down. I can see the tan lines on his butt. I blush. He doesn’t know I’m staring anyway. I bite my bottom lip. Even his ass looks strong and toned. Shit. Petra, cool down. I see him taking some garments from the drawer. Indeed, he dresses in a white T-shirt and black boxers. Why so many clothes on, Alexander? He’s moving toward me. I close my eyes tightly again. His body slides beneath the bedsheets. My heartbeat’s thundering, but I remain still, angelic. He moves closer. I feel his face incline toward me. His lips slowly touch my cheek; they are smooth and wet.
“Good night, Petra,” he murmurs.
I reply with a mumble, contorting my body. I’m not into sleeping. Nope. Not a tiny bit. But I wait for him to lie down, his head on the pillow.
The room quiet, I open my eyes and look timidly at him. He’s right next to me, peacefully asleep. I sit up and, in a sudden move, lie on top of him, slowly kissing his cheeks, nibbling his jawline… His eyes open wide in surprise, but he doesn’t protest. Instead, he smiles tenderly at me. His gaze lost in mine, I devour his lips passionately, pressing my tongue in his mouth and playing joyfully with his. He caresses my lower back; his touch is so warm that it makes my entire body shiver. He knows I’m naked. His clothes will be our boundary. The boundary not to cross.
“I will control myself, trust me,” I whisper in his ear. He seems quite anxious as I straddle him, kneeling above his cock. Oh my. I can already feel him, so big and hard. “Ahhh...” I breathe louder.
His jaw drops, watching me while I’m mounted on him. He knows I can feel him against my crotch. I start slowly moving on top of him, back and forth. He shuts his eyes, and I hear him groaning.
“I want you so badly,” I murmur, humping him where he’s hard.
“You have no idea how much I want you too,” he replies, lifting his torso up to reach me, to reach my lips. “I love you,” he whispers, while pinning my chest against his. I wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me tight and starts following my rhythm.
I’m dripping wet, sweating, craving more. I close my eyes at the intensity of the pleasure. “Oh, Alex…” I drag some precious air into my lungs. “I wish you could be inside me,” I whisper.
He moves to my lips, kissing them hurriedly, then to my neck, sucking it hard.
“Take off your T-shirt,” I beg, already pushing the garment up.
“No. You promised.”
I grow desperate. “Just the T-shirt. I won’t go further.” He hesitates for an instant then decides to obey, helping me take it off. I can’t help but sigh; his pectorals are so striking, defined and firm. His skin is boiling, his chest melting against my touch. I look a bit further down to his abs, so sculpted and ripped. Oh dear… I’ve never seen any guy close to his shape. He’s finally mine, and I’m sure to enjoy it. He bends down to my nipples, sucking and licking them greedily. “Ahhh…” I run my fingers through his wild hair as he gorges himself on my tits. “They are all yours,” I moan again. It feels so good to have him here. Our sweaty bodies clasp together, moving and arching in a melody where only we know the song. Between panting breaths and like we’re making love, our strokes become more insistent, hurried, moving faster and faster. “Ah… Ah!” I can’t hold it much longer. “Cum on me,” I beg him.
He growls at my words, tightening his grip on me. I know at that moment he wants to cum, and I want so much to feel his orgasm.
“Lie face down,” he instructs, pushing me off of his crotch. I obey, lying on the bed, my face on
his pillow. He sits astride me, kneeling below my ass. His mouth traces a line of wet kisses from my neck down to my spine. Oh my! I’m soaking, tilting my pelvis at his every touch. “Alex!” I gasp, feeling his fingers rubbing around my clit. “Oooh,” I cry out. “Oh God!”
He pulls out his cock, touches himself briefly, and with a snarling sound I’ve never heard before, he releases his warm orgasm on my back. I want to tell him to rub it in and let it dry, but there’s no need—Alex does just that.
Afterward, I hear nothing but our heartbeats.
He collapses onto me.
I feel his exhausted breath near my ear. “Next time we’re in bed, I’ll cum inside you,” he whispers.
It’s a special morning to me. A happy one. For the first time in my life, I wake up next to him. Next to the man I love. He seems to have been awake for a long time—working beside me on his MacBook, probably replying to some emails. I smile—he’s wearing glasses again.
“Good morning.” He grins, seeing my timid blue eyes slowly open. “I’m very proud of you. You kept your word.”
My face flushes at his words, and my lips twitch into a shy smile. “Hmm… good morning…Well, now it’s your turn to keep yours.” I sit up against the headboard. “When are you gonna talk to him?”
He removes his glasses and ponders for a few moments. “November twenty-fifth,” he precisely replies. “We’re negotiating the acquisition of a hedge fund based in Singapore. Once we sign, he’ll be more receptive.” He puts his glasses back on, looking once again at his screen.
“What? That means I’m gonna have to wait over a month?” I snap in outrage, my eyes and mouth wide open. “That’s a long time, you know…” I reach for his neck, kissing it slowly to entice him. “On my side, I’m perfectly fine doing it without his consent…”
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