“Fuck,” she swore.
The make-up artist froze. “Everything okay, Miss Terpa?”
“Fine,” Cheyenne said, picking up a magazine. This was all too fucking much. Damn that little whore. Cheyenne was going to ruin her.
Chapter 28
Standing by the large hotel window, Quentin looked out at the early morning traffic in Jakarta. It looked like madness out there, but the chill hotel room didn’t correlate with the lush steaminess outside. He’d been here nearly ten days now and it was time to go home. This Chinese consortium was proposing a new development to the south and it was a potential prospect. But then what the fuck did he care about some outback village in the middle of a fucking jungle. They were trying to set him up with meeting with some the government officials, and he felt the enthusiasm of a dead fish. This was what he was supposed to be doing, but the tedium was killing him.
Luckily, the limousine would take him to the airport in a few hours and he had a bit of time to kill. It had a painful ten days. Hassan had set him up to meet some of the start-up techs, and most of them where small time novelty applications. He wasn’t interesting. In tech, there were more interesting prospects, not that any of the ones he’d invested in had paid out.
The TV was full of local channels with shows he didn’t understand, or one with a rerun of Friends, which he wouldn’t tolerate. Instead, he sat by the window and just watched the city pulse beneath him. He checked his social media out of desperation, but he wasn’t typically a fan of it. Everything seemed so dull on the social front. There was the Morocco thing coming up.
The evening with Adelaide crept into his mind, the way she’d looked as she stood over the grill, trying to copy the Japanese chef’s skill and then looking over at him in resignation, like they shared a secret acceptance that they would never excel at that.
She did that sometimes, just crept into his mind. Everything was so simple about her. There were no dramas, no complicated exes to deal with, as far as he knew. She was a stranger in Marbella and didn’t seem bored by the mundane things. If he would suggest they go get an ice-cream, she would be in, as opposed to some of the other girls who would look at him as if he were mad, proposing an activity including either carbs or sugar. Adelaide wasn’t bored, which he actually found really appealing.
It would be really late back in Marbella. She was probably asleep, or getting ready for bed.
Picking up his phone, he weighted it in his hand.
Hey, he typed in and sent it.
He waited for a while, but nothing appears. He was about to put it away when it pinged.
Hey, yourself.
What are you doing?
Reading. What are you doing?
Waiting to go to the airport to fly home. A rush of something flashed through him, but he couldn’t identify it.
The phone was silent for a while, as if she didn’t really know what to say.
Hope you had a good time.
It was work. Going to Morocco next week, for not work.
Nice.
Don’t want to go alone.
Take a friend.
I’m asking a friend. You.
There was silence. Quentin actually felt his heart speed up, the anticipation growing.
I can’t. I have to work, or be available to work. Sadly, I can’t just drop things and go, but have a good time.
Quentin groaned. Damn it. Now that he’d set his heart on it, he really wanted her there. Obviously they would sleep together, which he really wanted. He’d been good, taken her on a date. Now he wanted to take it to the next level. Want burned through his body. Her sitting around on the chance of Alexi Sumneroff descending on Marbella was a poor excuse for him having a lonely and pining weekend.
Sifting through the menu, he sent an email to Alexi’s PA, asking if he would be available for a meeting in Marbella next weekend. Chances were that he wasn’t. It was too early for a response, so Quentin put his phone away and paced around the room, before picking up the phone to order breakfast, changing his mind half way through. Instead, he pulled on his light jacket and made his way downstairs. He might just as well eat in the coffee shop. There was nothing to do up here.
Quentin landed in Malaga around lunchtime. The steamy heat of Indonesia was replaced by the dry heat of the Mediterranean, which was so much easier to deal with, even though the temperatures were similar. He felt wretched from the flights, but the sunny weather held the tiredness at bay for a while.
Turning on his phone, it pinged a symphony with all the messages arriving. There was only one he was interested in at the moment. Driving down the coastal road, he scrolled through, finding the one from Alexi’s PA.
Unfortunately, Mr. Sumneroff will be in Bangkok over the weekend. Moscow after. Can I schedule a meeting for you in Moscow?
He was going to have to go to Moscow to meet the man at some point, but he would deal with that tomorrow, or maybe after a nap.
Pulling into the driveway, he parked in front of the door and walked into an empty house. It would have been nice for someone to be there. His mum, or brother, even his father, but they were all scattered. Mum in London, Terence, probably in Frankfurt, and father, God knew. It had been different when he was younger. They had all been together, although father came and went. Since starting secondary school, where he boarded, things changed and they hadn’t really come back as a family again. It was a little sad and he kind of mourned the loss of it lately. Until a few months ago, he’d been too caught up with his friends to even care where his family was. But it was still nice to come home to his mother asking how things had gone, even if she didn’t really care.
Dropping his bag, he walked into his room, which was in perfect order. He threw himself down on the bed and crossed his legs, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Now for the unsettled matter.
Alexi is definitely not coming to Marbella this weekend, he texted. You are free to come. I spoke to his PA. That did give the indication that he’d asked for permission for her not to be there, which was stretching the truth slightly, but the point was that she would not be called to duty this weekend.
What if I don’t want to come?
He smiled. She wasn’t entirely foreign to playing games. Not done with the wooing, huh? Then I will be lonely and pining for you. That might have been a little strong, but it wasn’t far off the truth. All those interesting things to see and no one to share it with. If there was anything to tempt these backpacking girls, it was travel and seeing things. Himself, he couldn’t really give a damn about sightseeing, but he suspected she would be all for it. Are you going to make me walk around the Bazaar all by myself? Eat the most lusciously scented food in the world, on my own?
He could imagine them there, walking through the Bazaar with all those exotic smells, exploring a foreign world while exploring a budding intimacy. Surprisingly, he couldn’t imagine anything he wanted more. It was the perfect part of a fling. Obviously, this whole thing wasn’t more than a fling, to fleet away in a few weeks, but he wanted it really badly. For some reason, his heart had set on her and he wasn’t sure he could accept anyone else. He would actually have to go alone if she didn’t come. Grabbing someone else, someone like Megan, or some random warm body, just wasn’t going to cut it.
In fact, he wanted to fuck Adelaide so badly right then, he didn’t know what to do with himself. It was like a craving for oxygen. He was infatuated with this foreign bird in their midst, mesmerised by her exoticness. He wanted her here, straddling him, where he could wrap his arms around her, bite down on the tender skin between her shoulder and neck, feel her grind against him. She just had to come on this trip.
I’m not taking no for an answer, and you are in for a weekend you will never forget.
So pushy.
A smile crept across his mouth as he read her reply. He had her. She was still going to make him work a little harder, but he had her. He put the phone away and closed his eyes, ready for the thoughts that would flourish into br
eathy dreams.
Chapter 29
Adelaide stepped onto the boat ramp, leading up to a launch on the other side of the marina. It was strange being on an unfamiliar boat. She’d met Quentin there since she only had to walk across the marina. He’d been waiting for her at the end of the jetty as she pulled her small wheely bag behind her.
“Hey,” she said with a smile, not entirely convinced this was a good idea, but there was something in her that was infinitely curious about Quentin, and they’d had a really nice time when he took her on their little cooking excursion. Who knew, this could be the best weekend ever. It wasn’t like she had anything to lose. If nothing else, it would be an experience.
The boat shook as the engine started, then settled down. Adelaide sat down in one of the seats and watched some other crew prepare the boat for sailing.
“You want a drink?” Quentin asked as he sat down next to her on a sofa.
“Yeah, alright. A premix, I think.” It was around four in the afternoon and it would take them a couple of hours to get across to the African continent. Excitement buzzed in Adelaide’s veins.
A girl arrived, walking up the ramp, the same girl they’d met at Blanca Beach club. Followed by Cory. Adelaide groaned. This guy was a total dog, going back and forth between this girl and Trish, and God knew who else. Seriously?
He spotted her and smiled tightly. She suspected he wasn’t ecstatic to see her there either, but she didn’t give a shit. Obviously she would tell Trish, who really needed to get over this guy. Arsehole.
A male steward handed her an opened Bacardi Breezer and she smiled her appreciation, turning her attention back to the girl Cory was with. She pulled a huge bag behind her.
She turned to Quentin, suddenly feeling concerned. “We’re only going for a couple of days, right?” Looking around she saw the other girls, with their relatively massive bags as well.
“Yeah, why?”
“Nothing.” Obviously they would be doing a lot of changes. “I didn’t drag half my wardrobe with me.”
“I have absolutely no issues with that,” he smiled. “The less the better.”
She nudged him at his lewd implications and he smiled. “I’m glad you’re here. Morocco is definitely worth the trip.”
“I can’t wait.” She wasn’t going to think about Cory and his dog ways. This trip wasn’t about him and he wasn’t worth her or Trish’s time. “How was your trip to Indonesia?”
“It was good. Have you been?”
“I’ve been to Bali once.”
Shifting her leg up on the sofa, she faced him as he sat with his arm along the backrest. What was it he wanted from her, she wondered. He could more or less have any girl he wanted, so why had he picked her and been so relentless about it? Maybe he’d run through all the girls he knew and needed fresh meat.
“What?” he said. “You’re thinking something; I can see it.”
“I’m just wondering why I’m here.”
Quentin shrugged, sitting relaxed as he balanced his bottle on its bottom edge. “You’re cool.” If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn he was blushing.
The launch brought them to an area called Cabo Negro, which had long stretches of beaches and resorts. The sun felt even hotter here, but there was a nice breeze off the sea. They took taxis to a house along the coast, driving them in through rustic wooden gates, to a white house. It was recently built, but in a style that looked a bit rustic. The house wrapped around a central pool which overlooked the beach and the ocean.
This was better than Adelaide had expected. It was awesome. The pool looked welcoming, as did the beach in front of them.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?”
“It’s awesome.”
“Come, I’ll show you to our room,” he said, gently pulling on her hand. “We have the best view in the house. I insisted.”
So they were sharing a room. She wasn’t entirely surprised, and not entirely dismayed. Throughout the boat trip, she had sat with her legs across his lap and he’d been stroking her skin until goose bumps broke out under his hands. No, she couldn’t be accused of being dismayed that they would be sharing a room.
Retracting the handle on her bag, she carried it up the terracotta steps inside the house, until they reached a landing of dark parquet wood. A door opened to a white bedroom, where the bed overlooked large windows facing the ocean. “Not bad,” she admitted.
Quentin dropped his bag and pulled her into a kiss as soon as the door closed behind them. His lips were firm and eager, seeking entrance to her mouth, which she relented. His tongue surged in like he was trying to consume her, as if she had something he couldn’t live without.
With his forehead to hers, he stilled the kiss, his breath teasing her lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that for hours.” Her breasts were pressed to him as his arm held her tight. Heat flared through her entire body. “How about we take an hour and recuperate from our travel?”
“I could use some rest,” she said, her voice breathy, knowing rest wasn’t on either of their minds. Reaching down, he kissed her again and Adelaide’s arms snaked around his back, feeling his solid form against her. She was growing wet from just a kiss, betraying how much she’d been wondering about this without fully allowing herself to.
His lips moved to her neck and she melted into him. Delicious sensations flowed down her body and her lips felt large and over-sensitive, searching for his. The taste of him suffused her mind, making her ache for more. Strong hands on her backside pressed her to him, his firm cock pressing into her stomach. Everything in her body tightened, ached for him.
Pushing away, she pulled her shirt over hear head, revealing her bra. He leaned back on the wall behind him and watched her for a moment, his gaze roaming over her body. He liked what he saw. Their ragged breaths were the only thing heard in the room as Adelaide reached back and unhooked her light-pink bra, letting it drop to the floor. Quentin bit his lower lip as he watched her waiting for him.
Stepping forwards, he took off his shirt. They were skin to skin now and Adelaide couldn’t think of anything that had felt so wonderful before. “Maybe we’ll just stay in tonight.”
“Uh huh,” she agreed absently, too distracted by his golden skin over strong muscles. He was perfect, his neck strong and the firm contours of his chest. She wanted him now, desperately, her panties soaked. How much she wanted him was a bit of a revelation. A fact she hadn’t realised until she actually let herself have him.
Sitting down on the bed, she positioned her knees around his legs, reached up to undo his belt. His erection stretched the fabric of his shorts, releasing when she popped the button and pulled down the zipper. His cock was rock hard and smooth, and she ached to taste, needed to know what he tasted like. She wasn’t normally this hot for a guy, but right now, she was melting into a pool for him.
His abs clenched as she leaned forwards and took his tip into her mouth, glorying in the taste of its smooth, velvety skin. He groaned above her and she took him deeper into her mouth. “Jesus,” he said in a strained voice, his fingers snaking into her hair. “I’m not going to last.” He pulled himself away from her and she wanted to groan in dismay, having given herself over to exploring.
Urging her back onto the bed, he knelt down, grabbing her knee and pulling it up. Her sex was burning hot, waiting for him, and he wasted no time pushing into her heat. She felt herself yield for him, creating a delicious fullness and an acute urge for him to be completely buried in her. Her back arched as his hips joined with hers, her legs wrapping around him.
Their bodies moved in perfect unison and he groaned as he withdrew and pushed into her again and again. This really wasn’t going to last more than a few minutes. Her legs tensed around his hips, keeping him to her as her body welcomed him, her orgasm building. “Oh hell,” she groaned as the intensity of this building tension was too much to bear.
He wasn’t breathing anymore, seemingly stuck on the same agonising precipice, before plungin
g into pure pleasure as he came, groaning openly in her ear. Fierce pleasure surging out across his whole body, freezing him in place as they passed through him.
With a deep moan, he collapsed on her, placing his face in the crook of her neck. Her hands stroked up from his firm backside, along his lower back, a languid, sensual touch. Even through he’d just had the most intense organism he’d experienced in a while, he wanted her again, so very grateful that they had this time together, hidden in this lovely room.
“I love fucking you,” he said as he rolled off of her, gasping to recover his breath. “I mean, fucking’s good, but fucking you is … beyond good. Fuck.” He reached up and tugged his hand through his hair, rolling over to his side, placing his hand under his head. “That was special, right? Like ‘waited years to finally be together’ special.”
“We’ve only known each other a couple of weeks.”
“Yeah, but it feels like it’s been something that’s been building for longer. Something needed, but … I’m sorry, I’m babbling. Bit of a cock in the afterglow.” His hand stroked across her shoulder and down to cup her breast. Adelaide turned to him, leaning on her side. Her eyes were glassy and bright, pure enjoyment shining through them. “Let’s do it again. Let’s do it every way possible.”
She chuckled. That had been rather spectacular. Their bodies fit together perfectly, they moved exquisitely and they’d come at the same time. That alone made it really hot. And he could definitely go a few more times.
Chapter 30
With his legs in the warm water, Cory sat by the pool. Aggie was swimming towards him, turning to place her arms over his knees so he held her up in the water. Leaning her head back into his lap, she looked up at him, her hair half dry, with wet tendrils spreading across his thighs. He smiled down at her, stroking his thumb along her cheek.
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