His hands clamped down on her hips when she would have begun to move. His eyes were shut, and an expression of pure bliss softened his features.
“Stay just like this for a minute or so, okay?” he begged. “Just let me enjoy the feeling of being inside you. Best wake-up call of my life.”
Aubrey did as he asked, remaining completely still for long seconds as his hands idly caressed her hips, thighs, ass. She took the time to do a little exploring of her own, running her palms over his stomach and chest, then bending forward to press a kiss in the hollow of his throat, deliberately letting her nipples graze his skin as she did so.
Jordan groaned, then made her squeal in surprise when he gave her a sharp little swat on one buttock.
“Hey,” she protested. “What was that for?”
He grinned up at her, his palm already soothing her reddened flesh. “You weren’t supposed to move, remember? But since you disobeyed me, might as well keep going now.”
She didn’t need any further encouragement, and immediately began to move on him, riding his cock slowly at first, smiling in satisfaction to hear his groans and uneven breaths. Then, with his hands guiding her, setting the tempo he wanted, she rode him faster and then faster still, until they were bucking against each other frantically. Aubrey gripped his powerful thighs, bracing herself as he took over, his cock ramming up against that sweet spot deep inside of her that he knew exactly how to find.
“Ah, God, that’s so good, sooo good!” she groaned when the pad of his thumb found her clit.
“Come on then, darlin’. Fuck me harder, like you’re trying to ride me to death,” urged Jordan as he continued to grip her ass. “Take us both over the edge now, baby.”
She did as he bid, postulating up and down on his cock as he continued to thrust upward, his balls slapping against her buttocks. Aubrey felt the approach of her orgasm, felt her inner vaginal walls begin to spasm around his penis. And then, as he’d done last night - startling her with his actions since none of her previous partners had ever done such a thing - Jordan pushed the tip of his index finger inside her anus.
Just that tiny bit of stimulation was more than enough to send her skyrocketing, the climax rippling through her body so powerfully that she collapsed in a limp heap onto his chest. His arms banded about her, holding on tight as he gave one last hard thrust, his lower body jerking spasmodically as he came.
They were a sweaty, panting mess, their limbs sprawled out lifelessly in all different directions. Eventually they managed to rouse themselves enough to stumble into the shower, the spray of the blissfully warm water helping considerably to revive them.
The shower was easily the biggest, most lavish one Aubrey had ever see, with marble walls and dual showerheads. The shampoo and soap were of a high-end, luxury brand with a divine scent, and she wondered half-jokingly if she could somehow smuggle the leftover products into her clutch bag.
Jordan turned playful during their shower, reaching over to teasingly soap up her breasts or give her a pinch on the butt or thread a hand into her wet hair, holding her head still for his kiss. But that was as far as he took it, and she admitted to being a little disappointed that a lusty round of shower sex evidently wasn’t on this morning’s agenda.
‘Probably all for the better,’ she thought, grimacing slightly. Her private parts were definitely a little sore from having so much sex in such a short amount of time, especially after a months long abstinence. She washed that area gingerly, making sure that Jordan didn’t notice her wincing.
‘Besides,’ she consoled herself. ‘His vacation is really just beginning. You’ll have plenty of opportunities over the next couple of weeks to have shower sex. Maybe bathtub sex, too.’
He handed her one of the plush, cream colored bath towels to dry off with, and she couldn’t resist rubbing her cheek against the soft, velvety fabric.
“These are the nicest towels I’ve ever used,” she admitted. “Though I’m guessing everything at this hotel is top of the line.”
Jordan nodded, not bothering to glance away as she toweled off, his dark gray eyes ogling her nudity with great interest. “Your guess would be correct. There’s no detail spared at a Gregson hotel, one of the reasons it’s considered the top luxury chain in the world. At least that’s what my good friend Ian is always bragging about.”
“Who’s Ian?” inquired Aubrey as she began to towel dry her hair.
“Ian Gregson,” replied Jordan casually, though she would have sworn there was a brief terseness in his voice. “A good friend of mine in San Francisco. And yes, he’s one of those Gregsons. Ian’s the Managing Director of all the company’s hotels in North and South America, including this one. He, uh, was nice enough to arrange this suite for me, actually.”
“Wow,” murmured Aubrey as she looked around the enormous bathroom with all of its luxurious appointments. “You have some important friends, I guess. Where did you meet him?”
“We attend a lot of the same social functions back home, like the ballet and symphony, and charity events as well. Ian and I also belong to the same gym. And of course his wife is one of my patients. In fact, I just delivered their second child - a little boy - less than two weeks ago.”
This time there was no mistaking the change in his voice as he spoke of Ian Gregson’s wife, but before she could quiz him about it Jordan was holding a cream cotton bathrobe open for her, and she quietly belted it around her. Moments later he was pulling on an identical robe.
“Breakfast should be arriving in just a few minutes,” announced Jordan as he ushered her into the spacious living/dining area of the suite. He looked adorably sheepish as he added, “I, uh, took the liberty of texting the butler early this morning and placing our order. I hope those white chocolate macadamia nut pancakes your roommate mentioned sound okay to you. And I wasn’t sure if you’d want coffee or tea with breakfast so I ordered both.”
She slipped her arms around his waist, snuggling the top of her head under his chin. “The pancakes sound delicious. And I’m not really a coffee person so the tea is perfect.” She brushed a kiss against his unshaven cheek. “Thanks for being so thoughtful. You really know how to spoil a girl, don’t you?”
He hugged her tight, then gave her a long, leisurely kiss on the lips, not lifting his mouth from hers until she was breathing unevenly. “I only spoil the really special ones,” he murmured against her ear. “And since you’re the most special girl I’ve ever met, darlin’, you can expect to be spoiled rotten over the next couple of weeks.”
A doorbell rang discretely then, catching Aubrey by surprise since she’d never imagined a hotel room came equipped with its own bell. But the, this was no ordinary hotel room, and certainly the fanciest accommodations she’d ever stayed in. The fact that Jordan had his own private butler at his beck and call round the clock was mind boggling, an over-the-top amenity she hadn’t known existed, even in such an elite hotel as this one.
“Ah, that will be our breakfast,” declared Jordan. “Do you want to eat inside or out on the patio?”
She took a quick glance outside the French doors that led from the living room to a covered, spacious patio. She knew that at this hour of the morning the outdoor temperature would still be pleasant and not too hot, so her decision was an easy one.
“Oh, outside, please!” she exclaimed. “I can only imagine what a gorgeous view there’ll be.”
He grinned. “Your wish is my command, my lady. Let me answer the door.”
Two waiters were quick to set out the breakfast dishes on the patio table, uncovering a variety of plates and bowls, filling water and juice glasses, pouring coffee and tea. Just as discretely as they’d arrived, they wheeled out the service cart, leaving Jordan and Aubrey to enjoy their meal in private.
In addition to the pancakes - which were sinfully rich and more like dessert than a breakfast entree - Jordan had ordered scrambled eggs, bacon, and a platter of freshly sliced fruit that looked t
oo perfect to be real.
Nearly half an hour later, she patted her tummy, groaning a little as she refused his offer of anything more to eat. “God, no! I mean, that was easily the most delicious breakfast I’ve ever had, but I’m way too full to manage even one more bite. Thank you, Jordan. For dinner last night, too. I, um, sort of forgot to do that.”
He waggled his eyebrows at her lasciviously. “No problem, darlin’. After all, you had other things on your mind last night. Like how quickly you could get into my pants, for example.”
Aubrey gasped in mock outrage. “As I recall, Doctor Reeves, my pants were the ones that came off first.”
Jordan chuckled, visibly amused. “And very sexy panties they were, too. Even if they weren’t black. Which reminds me. Be right back.”
She finished her tea as he disappeared inside the suite, sighing appreciatively at the sublime view from the patio. It was obvious that this was one of the largest and most ideally situated suites in the resort, and she thought how nice it must be to have such a well-connected friend like Ian Gregson. Aubrey thought briefly about asking Jordan to put in a good word for her with his friend so that she might stand a better chance at getting a job with the Gregson Group. But she immediately thought better of the idea, not wanting to impose on Jordan in that way, or make him think she was using him, especially since they had just met.
Besides, she reasoned, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to remain in the tourism industry after her contract here was up in a month’s time. The problem was, though, she had zero idea what it was she did want to do.
“Here you go.”
Jordan had slipped back outside without her even noticing, as enraptured as she continued to be with the incredible ocean view. He was carrying a large paper shopping bag discretely emblazoned with the hotel logo, and set it down on the empty chair to her right.
“I think everything will fit, but if not it’s simple to exchange it, just takes a call to the butler,” he told her. “Go, on. Look inside.”
Aubrey frowned, but did as he bid, gasping in surprise as she drew out the contents of the bag.
There was a bikini - bright yellow printed with vivid orange flowers; a pair of equally bright yellow flip-flops; a jaunty straw fedora banded in yellow; a gauzy print swimsuit cover-up: a pair of white jeans; a yellow cotton tank top; a gorgeous slip-style dress made of some silky fabric printed in tiny blue and purple flowers; a coordinating wrap of pale blue; and the sexiest shoes she’d ever seen - high heeled sandals of creamy satin with crisscross ankle straps, embellished with tiny faux pearls and blue stones.
The final items in the bulging bag were two sets of lacy lingerie - one of ivory and the other in pale blue. She blushed a bit as she fingered the sumptuous silk and lace bras and then the matching thong undies, realizing that these very intimate items - like all of the other things - were in her exact size. Which meant that the charming Doctor Reeves either had an excellent eye for women’s sizes, or that he had simply peeked at the labels of the clothes she’d worn last night.
“What is all this exactly?” she asked in disbelief. “I mean, they’re obviously clothes - obscenely expensive clothes, I’m willing to bet, too. But why are they here?”
Jordan grinned at her with a boyishly eager expression on his handsome face - except that there was nothing in the least bit boyish about him, and likely hadn’t been for a very long time.
“Well,” he drawled in that lazy, sexy voice that she was growing to really, really like, “I had considered keeping you naked for the next twenty-four hours or so. But then I thought you’d probably like to swim at some point, and since we’ve already established that nobody is going to see you in the buff but me, I figured I should order you up some clothes.”
Aubrey stared at the pile of beautiful, costly garments spread out over the patio chairs. She had never owned such lovely things before, would never have even considered spending that sort of money. A quick glance revealed that none of the items had price tags attached, a little detail that Jordan had probably attended to when ordering them. But she’d done enough shopping with Jenna and Melanie - most of it, unfortunately, of the window shopping kind - to guess at how much all of this had cost. The little bikini alone had likely cost two hundred dollars and maybe more. She didn’t even want to guess at the price of those sexy shoes.
She shook her head. “Jordan, this is so sweet of you, honestly it is. But I can’t accept this stuff. It must have cost the earth.”
He shrugged. “I can afford it. And it’s just a few things, Aubrey. Just enough really to tide you over until the morning. As far as toiletries go, there should be everything you need here in the suite, but just say the word if not. It’s the easiest thing in the world for me to message the butler and have him get whatever you need.”
“I’m sure it will be fine. But wouldn’t it have just been simpler for you to take me over to my place for a few minutes so I could have grabbed a change of clothes?” she asked drily. “I mean, yeah, it would have involved me walking inside wearing last night’s outfit and no underwear. But, hey, nothing I haven’t witnessed both of my roomies do on more than a few occasions. Especially Jenna. She’s the Queen of The Walk of Shame.”
Jordan snickered in amusement. “Actually, I came real close last night to suggesting you pack an overnight bag. But I figured your roommates would razz you about it so I kept my mouth shut. As for driving you over to your place to pick stuff up, well…”
He hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her in close, then bent his head to nuzzle the side of her neck. “Mmm, you smell so good. I want to have every single minute possible with you before you have to go back to work tomorrow. That includes the hour it would probably take to drive you back and forth from your place and for you to get your things together. Not to mention having to answer a bunch of questions from your nosy roommates. So you see,” he added mischievously, “buying these few little items for you is really more for my sake than yours.”
Aubrey couldn’t help but laugh at his rather twisted logic. “I get it. And I want to spend as much time as possible with you as well. It’s just that - well, these clothes are so expensive and we hardly know each other, and I wouldn’t feel right accepting them. So, as gorgeous as everything is, I really can’t - “
“Say no,” finished Jordan. “It’s settled then. You’re going to accept my little gift, and then we can discuss what you’d like to do today.”
She gave an obstinate shake of her head. “Jordan, honestly. I just can’t - “
He placed a finger over her lips, shushing her. “What you can’t do is to waste one more minute of the fantastic day we’re going to have together by continuing to argue with me. Especially since we should really be talking about much more important matters.”
Helplessly Aubrey gave a little shrug of surrender. “Such as?”
Deftly, Jordan slid his hands inside the slightly gaping neckline of her robe, cupping both breasts before giving them a squeeze. He smiled naughtily at her indrawn hiss of breath.
“Such as,” he whispered huskily, his fingers tugging at her nipples, “all the different ways I plan to fuck you over the next day and night. I thought, for example, that late tonight, when everyone else in this place is fast asleep, I’d bring you out here, where it will be cool and dark and quiet. And then I’d push you up against that railing there, strip you naked, and fuck you with just the stars to watch us. How does that sound?”
She whimpered as he untied the belt at her waist, then spread the robe apart, glancing around anxiously.
“Relax,” he soothed. “No one can see us here. Ian assured me this suite was very private. Besides, all I intend to do at the moment is this.”
“Ohh.”
She moaned in utter bliss as his fingers teased her wet cleft, stroking in and out of her vagina leisurely.
“I think I have my answer, darlin’,” he murmured softly. “As hot and juicy as this pretty pussy is rig
ht now, I’d say the idea of fucking by moonlight sounds as good to you as it does to me.”
And as he fingered her to a quick, stunning orgasm, Aubrey forgot all about the shopping bag full of pricey clothes that she really, really should be setting her foot down about accepting.
Chapter Eight
Jordan didn’t know whether to be thrilled or dismayed about the choice of bathing suit he’d instructed the butler assigned to his suite to send up for Aubrey along with all the other articles of clothing he had purchased for her. On the one hand, the bright yellow and orange colors of the bikini flattered her peach-tinted skin and blonde hair to perfection, just as he’d known they would. The skimpy cut of the tiny briefs, and the low-cut halter neck of the bra top bared a great deal of her curvy, long-limbed body. In fact, if he had been the only male within a half mile of this stretch of beach, he would have very happily ogled every bare, glowing inch of her sensual female flesh for hours on end.
Unfortunately for him, the beach was packed with guests and tourists today, and it seemed that at least half of them were men - men who didn’t bother to hide their admiration for the gorgeous, leggy blonde who was presently sunbathing on her padded chaise lounge, blithely unaware of all the attention she was receiving. Her eyes were closed behind her sunglasses, with additional shading provided by the straw fedora that looked both adorable and incredibly sexy at the same time, a contented smile on her beautiful face. She was the epitome of the Southern California beach babe - Malibu Barbie or the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition cover girl. And for the next thirteen days he had her all to himself. At least, he thought with a scowl, he would if every other horny male on this beach would keep their eyes to themselves and not fixated on his girl.
He glanced hopefully at the gauzy swimsuit cover-up that matched the bikini. Aubrey had removed it as soon as they’d arrived at the beach, and then stuck it just inside the large canvas tote that had been left inside the suite for their use. He wondered if she’d be agreeable to putting it back on for a little while, just long enough to discourage every peeping Tom in the area from staring at her. But it was probably a little too hot for that today, he acknowledged glumly, the humidity having risen considerably since yesterday with hardly any breeze. It would be rather cruel to expect Aubrey to cover up just to make him happy, especially since she’d already done so much to please him in the last twenty-four hours.
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