He looked up over the reading glasses’ rims again, displaying a mischievous smirk. “Having second thoughts?”
“What?” I said, snapping out of my Rick analysis. I lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “No. I’m not having second thoughts, smartarse. I was just taking in how good you look, how healthy and happy you seem.”
“You look good, too.”
I scoffed. “Separating has done wonders for us, hasn’t it? Maybe we weren’t as good for each other as we thought we were.”
“Lexi, we were good for each other.”
I looked down at my keys which I still had looped over my finger. I found the key to the house and started removing it from the ring. “Rick, are you happy...honestly?”
He took his glasses off his face and placed them on top of the papers. “Yes, Lexi, I’m happy. Claire is great. She’s matured and she really does love me. I’m lucky to have her after the way I treated her. And RJ? Well...he is just awesome, he’s so good and sweet...and...he’s just perfect. Nate and Charli are happy and healthy and they obviously really like Bryce. He seems to really like them, too—”
“He loves them.” I interrupted, correcting him.
“Yeah, I can see that. I can also see just how much he loves you. I could never compete with that.”
“Rick, it was never a competition. I loved you. I loved you very much, but there was just something missing in our marriage, and I think you can agree with me in saying that we didn’t realise that until we had no choice but to realise it.”
“No, you’re right, I do realise that. I loved you, too. I still do. I always will. But you deserved a much greater love than what I could give you, and I truly am happy that Bryce is the one that can give it to you. Believe it or not, I do respect the fucker.”
I laughed. “Funny, that. I think in a weird fucked up way he respects you too.”
Rick shook his head in amusement. “Okay,” he said as he put his glasses back on and collected all the papers into a bunch, tapping them on the table then lying them back down again. “Let’s get this shit signed.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
The last time I was in a private jet, I was flying back home from spending the most amazing few days in Uluru with Bryce. The jet I was standing in at this moment, however, was slightly bigger. In fact, it was much bigger and much more private. When I stepped into this aircraft I noticed it was not an open plan like the one we were in last time, this one had walls and rooms.
As I made my way inside, I was met with a sitting area containing chocolate brown-coloured leather seats, a table in between them and a flat screen TV. There was also a three-seater sofa against the plane’s side that spanned the length of that particular room. I continued my inspection, opening the door ahead of me and walking into a spacious master bedroom with an inviting queen sized bed, a wardrobe, drawers and a desk with another chocolate-coloured leather seat. It was indulgently decadent, that decadence rolling into the large bathroom.
“Wow! Just wow!” I muttered, stunned. I had no idea an aircraft like this existed, it was basically a luxury motel room with wings.
“Yeah, it’s not bad,” Bryce replied with a deliciously handsome smile.
I turned to him, my hand finding my hip. “You’re so fucking arrogant at times.”
He smirked at me then pulled me onto the bed, securing me on top of him. “Admit it. You love it when I’m arrogant.”
I shook my head and pursed my lips. “No, I don’t. It makes me mad.” I lied. He is hot—arrogantly hot.
He raised his eyebrow in amusement. “I like it when you’re mad.”
“Do you just?”
“I do.”
I dropped my arms and fell to his chest, my lips landing against his. He ran his hands up the sides of my face and into my hair then he swiftly rolled me onto my back, pinning me to the bed.
“I’m going to fuck you senseless on this bed when we are 30,000 feet in the air.”
He pushed against my mouth, dipping his tongue vehemently and taking my breath away.
“I can’t wait,” I said through husky breaths as he moved his mouth down my neck.
“We have 21 hours till we land in Rome, and we are going to make the most of every single one of them.” Holy, fuck! Twenty-one hours with Bryce in a private jet en-route to Rome...it doesn’t get any better than this.
The Captain’s voice sounded through the aircraft’s speaker. “Excuse me, Mr. Clark and Ms. Summers, we will be taking off in less than five minutes time. If you could make your way to your seats, Amy will secure the cabin.”
“Is that Captain Paul, from last time?”
“Yes, I request him whenever I fly. I trust him completely. And Amy.”
“So they just drop everything to be your flight crew?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
I shook my head at him.
“Hunny, stop shaking your head at me or I’ll rip this dress off you and spank that perfect arse.”
“Is that a threat?” I challenged him.
“No, it’s a promise.”
I deliberately shook my head again. “Oooo, so nasty.”
He pushed up off me so quickly that I barely registered he’d done it, and before I knew it, I had been turned onto my stomach, Bryce now straddling me and facing my feet.
He wrenched up my dress and exposed my G-string wearing arse, a cool breeze now touching my tense cheeks. “Mmmm, so fucking tight,” he murmured as he rubbed his hands across each buttock.
I clenched automatically, but also in suspense as to when he would spank me like he said he would. I felt his weight shift, then the drag of his warm wet tongue along the bridge of my arse. Oh, fuck!
I arched my back, rising to meet his tongue.
“You want me to spank you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Not a second later, I felt the sting of his hand against my soft flesh, the sound of his slap sharp in the air. It hurt, but with pleasure, making me gasp and clench my core.
His hand found the tender spot and he rubbed it slowly, affectionately. Then I felt his finger trail down between my cheeks, pausing momentarily at my puckered opening, only to continue to my wet pussy.
He teased my entry then plunged his finger hard and deep. “Fuck, you did like that, didn’t you?”
Slowly, he began to move his finger in and out when there was a knock at the door.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Clark, but we have clearance to leave now,” Amy said through the solid mahogany door.
I lifted my head and turned to face Bryce, only to see the back of his head.
“Thank you, Amy. We will be right out,” he answered with frustrated yet friendly authority.
He climbed off of me, so I rolled onto my back, catching sight of him putting his finger in his mouth to suck off my arousal. I drew in a deep frustrated breath, got up and walked toward the door.
I felt his hands grip my hips, halting me. “We will finish this later, my love,” he whispered huskily, his hot breath caressing my ear.
I shivered at his promise. “Yes, please.”
He gently placed his hand over the spot he spanked and gave it a light tap, then he walked me out of the room.
***
He fucked me senseless like he promised, shortly after reaching our cruising altitude. I kind of felt different now—a member of the Mile High Club—superior in some way.
“I love seeing that look on your face, that look of satisfaction.”
“You love the fact that you put it there.”
“Of course I do.”
“So, when we land in Rome, what’s the plan?” I asked, curious as to our itinerary for the next couple of days.
“Well, we’ll fuck in my hotel room first, then we’ll sleep to catch up on the hours we have already lost. I then have a meeting with my hotel managers, and after that we’ll order in and fuck again. Tomorrow, we can go sightseeing, then I’ll take you out for dinner later that night and we’ll fuc
k like crazy after that. The following day we can sleep in and eat breakfast off each other’s naked bodies. I will then need to oversee some of the construction of the new complex, and after that, I’ll take you shopping, we’ll fuck again, and then we’ll fly home. Sound good?”
My mouth had dropped open, astounded by his organisation, not to mention the amount of times he’d said he planned on fucking me. Oh, and that we were going sightseeing and shopping.
“Alexis, do you want to add anything to that?” he asked, with a sexy confidence, knowing I’d be more than happy with his suggestion.
“No, sounds perfect.”
I picked up my gin and swallowed, giving him an appraising wink over the rim.
***
When we landed in Rome, the Eternal City, we were met on the tarmac by a limousine and driver. The transfer to Opulenza Della città took less than half an hour. It was cold and raining, being winter in this part of the world, but when looking out the window at the enchanting ancient city, I felt the rain added to its character.
When we pulled up to the Opulenza Della città, we were greeted by the valet who stood outside a cream-coloured, historically beautiful looking building, no taller than ten stories high. It was so different from City Towers.
As we stepped into the lobby, it felt like I was walking into a grand ballroom from a fairy tale. The chequered marble flooring caught my eye first, but it was the curtains hanging exquisitely from the floor-to-ceiling windows together with the large crystal chandeliers that had me speechless. Oh my God! This place is truly breathtaking. I’d stopped in my tracks, with my mouth open, taking in my surroundings, when I felt the gentle grip and pull of Bryce’s hand in mine.
“Do you like it?” he asked, clearly boasting.
“Like it? I’m awed, it’s simply stunning,” I answered, wide eyed.
“You’re simply stunning, my love. This is just a building.”
I removed my gaze from the large Renaissance painting hanging on the wall to meet his stare. “Just a building? If you weren’t being so terribly sexy and romantic right now, I’d try and slap you. This is not ‘just a building’. Give yourself more credit.”
A tall dark-haired, exotically beautiful man interrupted us. “Excuse me, Signor Clark. Benvenuto, it is so nice to see you again,” he said with a thick accent and a charming smile.
“Buon Giorno, Antonio. Yes, it has been a while. I’d like you to meet Alexis.”
Being innocently uncultured, I stuck out my hand to shake his in greeting.
He chuckled and pulled me closer, kissing both sides of my cheeks. “Bella, Alexis. It is my pleasure.”
Bryce raised his eyebrows then hugged me to him.
Noticing Bryce’s statement of claim, Antonio politely took a step back. “Signor Clark. Your suite is ready for you.”
“Grazie, Antonio.”
Bryce placed his hand at the small of my back and led me toward the elevator.
“He was very friendly,” I said teasingly.
“He’s supposed to be. Just not with you, and not in front of me.”
Bryce swiped his card through the security pad at the entrance to the suite door, which was situated on the top floor.
He pushed the door open after the click sounded. “After you, my love.”
I beamed and stepped through the door, being hit straight away with mustard and terracotta hues, gold fixtures and fittings, big ornate mirrors and replica stone columns. It was very...well...Roman.
The suite had a lounge with a stone textured fire place which was lit and already cozy and inviting. On the floor in front of the fireplace was a beautifully patterned rug, and atop it was a Victorian-styled deep buttoned chaise lounge. As I continued to walk through the suite, I took in its opulence, the master bedroom being no exception. It was huge and followed the hues throughout the rest of the suite, except the palette in the master bedroom had a subtle mustard shade which complimented an elegant king sized bed backed with glorious thick golden drapes that hung from a pelmet and fanned out like a triangle, framing the bed.
A knock at the door pulled me out of my mesmerised state. I walked back into the lounge area of the suite to see Bryce greet a bellhop delivering our luggage and an attendant pushing a trolley containing a bottle of wine and a cloche. He politely thanked them both and closed the door behind them.
“Don’t you tip your staff here?” I asked, as he set the cloche and bottle of wine on the table next to the chaise lounge.
“No, not in Italy, but I do take note of all my staff and their demeanour, and I make sure they are commended appropriately before I leave.”
I stepped up to him, placing my hands on his shoulders. “You are a very generous employer. I can vouch for that.”
“Mmmm,” he groaned, running his hands underneath my heavy coat and pushing it off my shoulders. I did the same for him and removed his suit jacket, both of us tossing them onto the chair not too far from where we were standing. I reached up, grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled his lips to mine, lips that I could never get enough of, plump, warm and sensationally talented at pleasing whatever they touched.
His hands found the zip at the top of my black Burberry shift dress, it falling to the floor once the zip met its end. I stepped out of it, now standing in my black underwear, garter, stockings, and my Louboutin heeled boots.
“You’re a fucking goddess, Alexis; a vision only worthy of the highest order.”
I dropped to my knees and unfastened his trousers while eye-fucking him wickedly. He cracked his neck from side to side, causing a rippling sexy sensation to surge right through me. I dug my hands deep into his pants releasing his thick hard cock from its now snug confines. It sprung free, positioned with authority and deliciously resting at the tip of my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his base, gripping tightly and dragging them up, pumping a glistening drop over his smooth crown. I licked its saltiness then ran my tongue over my teeth, allowing Bryce to see how much I enjoyed tasting him.
He caressed my face lovingly, pure adoration pouring from his eyes and radiating through his touch. “You are everything to me,” he said as he gently pulled the clip out of my hair, releasing my blonde waves to cascade and frame my face.
I smiled at his ownership, gently teething his shaft.
His fingers flexed into my scalp, urging me to clamp my mouth down and suck him vigorously. “Fuck!” he growled as he hips bucked into me. “Alexis, stop. I need to be inside of you. Now!”
He pulled out and lifted me to my feet, scooping me into his arms and placing me onto the chaise lounge. The fire cracked and reached into the air above it, giving the room not only warmth from the outside chill, but a romantic ambience to complement our first sexual union in Italy.
Bryce walked around to the foot of the chaise and ran his hands through his hair. “You have no idea how irresistible you look in that lingerie and reclined on that chair.”
Leaning forward, I snagged him by his tie. “Pants. Lose them. Now!”
He smirked at my dominance then pushed his trousers to the ground and stepped out of them.
Yanking fiercely on his tie, I gave him no option but to crawl on top of the chaise and on top of me. I opened my legs, allowing him to settle between them, and wasting no time, I aggressively tore open his shirt, dislodging a couple of buttons.
He growled as he leaned into me, his mouth finding my neck, my hands finding his cock. I pulled my G-string aside, exposing my wet flesh, and with quick precision, guided him into me.
“Oh, God!” I moaned with pleasure as he slid so perfectly in place.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, securing him deep and tight as my pussy clenched down on him in acceptance.
“Fuck, I love it when you squeeze me like that,” he said through gritted teeth, his words sending a fiery passion into my ears right down to my stomach.
“I love you so much, Bryce,” I moaned, as he rolled his pelvis into me, over and over.
He thrust hard
and deep. “I love you, too, Alexis.”
With my orgasm teetering; ready to wash over me, I dug my fingernails deep into his flesh and waited for that surge of pleasure. When it rolled through me I dragged them down his back uncontrollably, forcing an animalistic growl from Bryce that vibrated right through me. Holy fuck of all fucks.
Panting, I shuddered with sensation, closing my eyes and going limp. Bryce did the same, relaxing some of his weight on top of me. He was heavy and making it more difficult to breathe, but I didn’t care. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to feel his moist, warm body against mine.
***
We had taken a nap after making love, not really having the energy to do anything else. Bryce had then gone to his meeting as scheduled and come back in time for dinner. We were still suffering the effects of jet lag and over exertion from many sexed-up encounters, so we’d gone to bed early in the hope we’d be fresh for our sightseeing the next day.
When I woke up the following morning, there was a rose on my pillow together with a note informing me that he had gone to the hotel’s gym. It gave me some time to clear my head from an exciting yet terrifying prospect I had deliberately been ignoring over the past week. The longer I ignored it, the possibility that it was true only excited me more, but I was too scared to take the plunge and find out, scared to be disappointed.
As I stood in the bathroom, naked after dropping my robe, I looked down at my belly and lightly rubbed my hand over the precious spot I hoped housed another baby. My period was a week overdue and I was apprehensive to confirm why, but the longer I left it the more nervous I became. I decided I would wait until we got back home to buy a test, not wanting to be saddened on our trip if the result was negative. I sighed with mixed feelings as I stepped into the shower.
Not too long after, Bryce appeared in the bathroom, sweat stained and gloriously glossy, his workout towel draped over the back of his neck and his pants hanging low on his hips. He is simply torturous.
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