“Hmmm, you know, just like the Far East, Barcelona can be full of temptation for people like us, Ciara.”
Is he turning my words against me?
“You’re right. So many men, so little time.” I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s been consuming my thoughts since I left his place on Sunday.
“I’m sure your Spanish client will fall head over heels for you.”
“I hope he falls hard enough to award the contract to my firm, but my assistant tells me he’s in his late fifties or early sixties. I don’t have anything against older men, but it would be creepy because my father is from the same generation.”
“Few men have issues sleeping with women far younger than their daughters.”
“Point taken, but it’s not for me.”
“So I have nothing to worry about unless you step outside of your hotel room and bump into younger Spaniards?”
“Lucky for me, there are tons of young, hot and sexy men living in Barcelona.”
“True, but would a guy in his twenties know how to properly satisfy a woman like you?”
He’s doing it again. He’s implying there’s more to our weekend of sex and debauchery than there really was. I’m not about to tell him I’d turn down the entire FC Barcelona soccer league even if they knocked down my door wanting to fuck me. He has such a strong pull. I find it so hard to resist him. “You’re not going to stop, are you?”
“No, I’m determine to occupy your mind until I see you again. Now I have to work extra hard to make you oblivious to those dark and handsome Barcelonans.”
Fuck. He’s already doing a great job so far.
BOOK 2—THE BILLIONAIRE’S DESIRE
Chapter Three
Two days later.
Nikolaj has been relentless. The first few days he called me at nine o’clock in the morning when I first got to the office to chat. By day three he was calling me at night as I was winding down for the evening. His text messages throughout the day were pretty suggestive, but nothing prepared me for our late-night conversations. His dirty mouth turned me on in Toronto, but that pales in comparison to his raunchy talk during phone sex. He made me come so hard I nearly lost my mind. He’s not only occupying my mind, he’s also taking over my body.
I know I should be getting ready for my meeting with Mr. Echev by researching Spanish décor trends, since I’ll be landing in Barcelona in a few hours, but I can’t help but reread Nikolaj’s text messages.
I really should have deleted these, but they are too good.
I’ve had these indecent dreams about us. I slam your lean body over the hood of my Aston Martin and I fuck you deep under the stars near the beach. Your wet pussy clenches around my throbbing cock and you’re begging me to pound you harder and faster until I come hard and leave my mark all over your tits.
Oh, my, it’s really warm on this flight.
Christ, what I’d give to have you sit on my face right now as I make you come with my tongue while grabbing your round ass. Once I made you come, I’d fuck you until you begged for mercy.
That one left me speechless, but that’s still nothing compared to some of the other things he wants to do to me.
Oh, baby, your sweet mouth fits so well around my nine-inch cock. I love standing over you, dominating you, while you’re down on your knees sucking my cock like a starved woman. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to grab your hair with my fist and thrust, savage and fast, filling your sweet little mouth. I know you like it when I fuck your mouth rough and I know you can’t wait for me to spew my warm milk down your throat.
Jesus, I’m so wet and my clit is aching.
You’re as dirty as I am and I’m turned on even more.
Good God, I can’t take this anymore.
I shove my MacBook Air laptop I bring along with me when I travel and my iPhone in my purple Yves Saint Laurent bag and get out of my seat. Almost everyone is sleeping on the flight and I hope this will give me more time.
I head to the bathroom, lock the door behind me, place my bag on the hook and lower the seat.
Everything is better in first class, even the bathrooms.
I yank up my nude-colored pleated skirt, place my snakeskin peep-toe high-heeled shoe on the folded seat and push aside the nude-colored panties I bought in Italy. Lust overwhelms my body as I slide my finger inside my pussy to find my wetness. My pulse kicks as a rush of my own juices gushes between my thighs.
Ohhh.
Nikolaj made me come less than twelve hours ago during another session of steamy phone sex, but my body desperately needs relief.
My fingers slide against my clit, stroking over and over. I bite my lip, shivering from the electric shock that shoots through me.
I’ve never had to relieve myself during the middle of the day from thinking about a guy.
I stroke my index finger around my swollen, aching clit while I caress my breast with my other hand. I’m delirious with passion for this guy and I can’t believe what he’s making me do.
“Ahhh.” I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. I look at myself in the mirror. The desire in my eyes is unmistakable. I’d love nothing more than for him to be fucking me with his nine-inch cock right now, but I’ll have to be content with imagining his massive shaft pounding my wet pussy.
I’m so fucking turned on.
I squeeze my hard nipples and tilt my head back to take in the sweet pain. I stroke harder and harder, applying more pressure to my tight nub.
Fuck, I want him so much.
I’m consumed by raw sexual voracity. I’m fucking myself with my fingers, but it’s not enough. I stroke harder and harder, completely taken over by my need to climax. I gyrate my hips in a circular motion as if I’m sitting on top of his hard dick to intensify the sensation.
Goddammit.
I place my palm against my clit and slide my finger inside my pussy and I let out a deep low grunt.
Oh, yes.
I rub furiously at my clit, imagining his fingers flicking my sweet spot before driving deep inside me as his tongue tortures me with pleasure.
I’m so close.
My pussy clenches around my finger, hot and dripping wet. I climax with an earth-shattering shudder, quivering hard enough to force me to hold the wall for balance. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming aloud, afraid the flight attendants will come running and bang down the door to find me in this state.
I’m breathing so hard. I pull out my finger from my pussy to take stock of my orgasm. I slide my middle finger, glistening with my juices, between my lips and suck.
That was freaking incredible.
I lift my head and look at myself in the mirror. I’m completely undone. My hair is all over the place and my flushed cheeks are telltale signs I’ve been doing naughty things to myself twenty thousand feet high.
His memory was enough to leave me like this. God, save me.
I struggle to pull myself together. I swipe the juices trailing down my legs, slip out of my soaking wet panties, wrap them in a paper towel and tuck them in one of the complimentary shower caps.
There’s no way I can walk comfortably in these. It’s best to go commando.
I wash my hands before touching up my makeup, wiping off the mascara running down my face as the results of my naughty pleasure session. I pull my hair back in a tight chignon in an attempt to hide any signs of wrongdoing and I stride back to my seat as if nothing has happened.
I hope this trip away will help me think straight again. I can’t allow Nikolaj to make me lose my mind. I have a business to run, after all.
“This is your captain. Thank you for flying Air Iberia. The time is ten past seven in the evening and we’ll arrive in Barcelona in approximately twenty minutes. Enjoy your stay in our delightful city.”
Even the captain speaks with a sexy Antonio Banderas accent.
BOOK 2—THE BILLIONAIRE’S DESIRE
Chapter Four
There’s an unmistakable ene
rgy to this Spanish city you can’t find anywhere else. As I ride to the hotel at the back of the car Mr. Echev hired for me, I reminisce about the first time I came to Barcelona. My dad was working in Alaska and my older sister had spent the summer there with him. My mom decided to take advantage of the two of them being gone to enjoy a week of shopping in the cosmopolitan capital of Catalonia. I was sixteen at the time and excited at the idea of going back to school in September with a brand new European wardrobe. I knew my sister would be green with envy and I relished the idea that my mom had chosen me as her companion for this adventure. I remember she had said we would connect with one of her old friends while we were there.
I don’t remember him at all, but I wonder if he still lives in Barcelona.
My mom has always been a quiet person, but during those seven days she came alive. I barely recognized this new carefree and fun woman. She looked ten years younger and she couldn’t stop smiling. Her eyes were sparkling during the entire week.
I’ve teased her so many times growing up because she was always too serious, but during our stay in Barcelona, she was the one dragging me to new restaurants and parties organized by her friend. She allowed me to get away with things during that week that she would have grounded me for back home. Our little trip made us so much closer, but when we got back to New York and my father returned home, she went back to her old self.
Seeing my mom come to life during our time away was a turning moment for me. Since then, I’ve considered Barcelona a happy city and I’ve come back many times throughout the years when I needed a pick-me-up. I’m sure this unexpected business trip will rejuvenate me after all my sleepless nights thinking of Nikolaj.
James Echev has impeccable taste if he’s willing to put me up at the Alma Barcelona Hotel.
The chauffeur rolls up in front of my five-star residence for the next four days and I still find it hard to believe the power of those indiscreet photos in the British tabloids. This potential client is a complete stranger who’s willing to put me up in one of the most luxurious hotels in the city to brainstorm on creative ideas. If he was trying to impress me with this opulence and the first-class flight, he’s succeeded.
If this is a reflection of his renovation budget, this project will help me secure bigger clients in Barcelona.
James has not only selected a prestigious accommodation, he’s also picked a modern location tucked away in a peaceful area of the city center.
As I get out of the car and follow the doorman, it hits me how exhausted I am. I had to get up at five am to make it to the airport on time for my seven am flight and my body is already fatigued.
Once the jetlag kicks in, I’ll be useless.
I enter the Alma Barcelona Hotel and my jaw drops.
What a hotel. I can’t believe I’ve never stayed here before.
The décor is a modern and edgy palette of greys and chocolate browns. Had it not been executed this well, it could have come across as off-putting and cold, but this place has so much character and personality. When I enter my suite, I realize what my assistant meant by James Echev being a high-roller. This room is spacious, exquisitely decorated and the view is stunning.
These flowers are amazing. The colors are so vivid and they smell like heaven.
I grab the little note sitting at the foot of the vase to discover who sent me this lovely bouquet.
Dearest Ms. Herrera,
I apologize for this late change of plans, but one of my patients was badly injured today in Dubai and I’ll have to perform an emergency operation tomorrow when we fly him back. Along with being a businessman, I’m first and foremost a sports doctor and I take care of the athletes of the Real Madrid football team. I believe in America you call the sport soccer.
I know we were supposed to meet and discuss design ideas, but please forgive me for pushing our meeting date to the day after tomorrow. I hope you’ll enjoy the flowers I sent to make up for things. I’ve booked a table for you for tomorrow night at Moments restaurant located at the Mandarin Oriental Barcelona hotel. The food is outstanding and I have no doubt you’ll savor every bite. Of course, it goes without saying dinner is on me.
The city is incredible at this time of the year and I hope you’ll take advantage of this delay to fully enjoy its charms. I look forward to meeting you soon. If two o’clock is still a good time, we can meet at my office. You’ll find below my signature my mobile. I’ll have a car pick you up at one-thirty. I wish you a relaxing evening and a fun day of discovery tomorrow.
Yours truly,
Dr. James Echev
614 856 798
He’s a doctor? This guy is becoming more and more intriguing.
I spent time on Google’s Spanish portal before leaving New York trying to find out more about Mr. Echev and like Meghan I ended up nowhere. I was worried this guy might be a fraud, but the first-class travel arrangements suggest otherwise.
All my mixed feelings about the man melt like snow under the sun when I read he’s made reservations at the Mandarin Oriental. I’ve stayed at hotels in this luxurious chain in San Francisco, Geneva, London and Prague when I was seeing a wealthy Wall Street trader. To this day, I’ve never stayed in a more prestigious chain of hotels.
I guess I’ll be able to discover Barcelona tomorrow and enjoy some down time.
BOOK 2—THE BILLIONAIRE’S DESIRE
Chapter Five
I wake up fully recharged and leap out of bed at seven-thirty in the morning ready to take on the day like an athlete.
Last night I was so exhausted I decided to stay in. This room is like a little oasis and the deep bathtub was calling out my name. I soaked without a care in the world for thirty soothing minutes. I couldn’t be bothered with clothing, so I slipped into the comfortable hotel robe and ordered room service.
I was so famished I nearly devoured my delicious dinner in one sitting, feasting on a superb dish of Dover sole à la meunière and ending with a heavenly homemade limoncello mousse cake. I grabbed my e-reader, hoping to leaf through a few more pages of a book I had downloaded before leaving New York, but I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with the device resting on my stomach.
Now I slide out of the shower and stand in front of the wardrobe where I meticulously hung my clothes last night, trying to pick the appropriate outfit for a day of sightseeing.
Is someone knocking?
I walk to my iPhone and lower the volume to Spanish superstar Alejandro Sanz’s latest smash hit and listen.
Yup, someone is at the door.
Gosh, I need to find a robe; I can’t open the door in my underwear. “I’ll be there in one minute,” I shout. God, they may not speak English. “Espere por favor un minuto. Yo voy a estar ahì.”
I open the door and I’m greeted by a smiling hotel employee standing in front of a cart overflowing with breakfast pastries, fresh juices, jam and coffee.
“Good morning, Ms. Herrera. My name is Pablo and if you’ll allow me, I’d love to set this up in your room for your enjoyment.”
He speaks English remarkably well, but I still detect his suave Spanish accent.
“Thank you, Pablo, but I think there’s a mistake.”
“Oh, Ms. Herrera, I can assure you, there is no mistake,” he says with a smile that lights up his face.
There’s enough food to feed an army here. “This looks delicious, Pablo, but I don’t remember ordering any breakfast. Not to mention there’s so much food here, I’d never be able to finish it on my own.”
“You are Ms. Ciara Herrera and this is your room number?” Pablo leans in to show me the restaurant order slip showing my name.
“Yes, I am, but…”
My phone rings. It might be Dr. Echev.
This was supposed to be a stress-free morning and it’s turning out to be more hectic than I’d like. “One second, please, Pablo, let me grab my phone in case it’s important.”
“But of course, madam. I’ll wait.”
I gasp when I read t
he number flashing on the phone. Nikolaj?
“Good morning, Nikolaj.”
“Hey, how are you?”
He must have an internal clock. How can he possibly know when I’m free to talk? “I’m doing exceptionally well.”
“Did you have a good night’s sleep?”
“I slept like a baby.”
“Excellent. Have you already had breakfast?”
He must be psychic or something. “Nikolaj, how did you know I was even up?” I turn my back to the door and walk towards the window to keep the conversation private.
“Remember, I have royal intuition.”
“No, seriously, your timing is scary.”
“I know you’re up because I can see you.”
“You can see me?” I laugh aloud. “I know you think you have superpowers, but I doubt very much you can see me all the way from Tokyo.”
“You’re right. I can’t see you from Tokyo, love, but I can see you from the hallway. I’m standing right behind our friend Pablo who brought you the breakfast I ordered.”
My heart stops.
What? He’s here?
I slowly turn around towards the door, praying this is a prank.
Oh my God, it’s him.
I open my mouth to speak, but I’m unable to find my words. I can only stare at the gorgeous men standing behind Pablo. I blink a few times thinking I’ll wake up from this dream, but he’s still standing there and smiling at me.
“Hey, sweetness. I thought you’d like some company given you’re alone in a foreign city.”
I look at him, stunned. “I thought… I mean how…”
“I love it when I leave you speechless,” Nikolaj says, casually entering the room.
“I don’t understand. You were in Asia a few days ago when we last spoke.”
“You’re correct, love. When you told me you couldn’t spend time with me in Tokyo, I decided to board the jet and fly all night to be with you in Barcelona.”
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