Leaning back, he waited for her and she slowly approached, dropping her little shorts before straddling him on the end of the bed. She loved the feel of him beneath her, loved how he kissed her neck. His arms held her tight. Lifting her to him, he turned her around until she lay beneath him. His chest to hers felt glorious. Her thighs slid around his, her legs holding him to her. He fit so beautifully between her thighs. His hard cock rubbed just above her entrance, teasing. No, he certainly refused to rush, while she was aching to have him inside her.
“I think you’re running just a little too hot,” he said and shifted down until he took her clit in her mouth, teasing mercilessly with his tongue. Her body drew together immediately and hot pulses of pleasure coursed through her, making her gasp repeatedly. “Now, where were we?” he said as he shifted back above her now languid body. A hot mouth returned to tease her nipple, almost painful at first, her insides still throbbing from her release.
Positioning himself, he pushed into her, filling her with heady, sated pleasure. He took his time, sinking completely into her. By the time he was immersed, her tension was building again, building around him. It felt so delicious, she just wanted him to stay there, but he wanted more, shifting back and pressing in again until his hips ground to hers. Her breath faltered with the onslaught.
Wasn’t it amazing they could do this together, create such amazing sensations? The merest saltiness of his skin only added to how good he tasted. Was she into this too much? Did this mean too much, this connection she felt with him?
His groans showed how much he was relishing it. Did this mean anything to him? Her legs wrapped around him, drawing him closer. The deep strokes didn’t stop, didn’t give her a break and the tension rose relentlessly. Her whole body felt as if it was vibrating with energy and pleasure. Her back arched, drawing him deeper that bit more. She felt him falter and still, ground tightly to her. A stillness froze before her body drew together and exploded in waves of unrelenting pleasure, him at the centre of it. A constricted cry escaped his lips and they were bound together for a moment that seemed to stretch on endlessly, caught in exquisiteness.
With deep, ragged breaths, he collapsed on her. Terese felt too stunned and spent to move. The feel of his body to hers was lovely as he stilled, the weight of him pressing on her. This was so good, she was actually growing concerned. It wasn’t their last time that night; she was sure of it. Hopefully, her parents would forgive her, but she couldn’t quite leave yet.
The entire house was dark and Alistair slept, the sheet barely covering his hips. He looked adorable asleep, but she told herself off for looking at him. Standing by the balcony door, she looked out across the black ocean. The breeze was lovely against her nude body.
None of this was real. They liked fucking each other, and oh my God, was it good, but it wasn’t anything more than that. The temptation was there though, so strong, wishing it was something more. But Alistair was Alistair, and his thing for her, was that she couldn’t help wanted him. Everyone wanted him. He was the golden boy, no matter what he did. Perhaps that was what had fascinated her when she had been younger. He’d been a boyband star come to life, right there in front of her, real, and for a moment she’d thought attainable, but it had all been an illusion. And it still was.
Pulling on her shorts and hoodie, she moved around the bed until she stood by him. “Hey,” she said, shoving his arm. “I’m gonna go.”
“Now?” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.
“Yeah. Must go. Go back to sleep.”
As he mumbled something more, she leant over and kissed him on the cheek. “Goodbye, Alistair Cartright,” she said barely louder than a whisper.
The house was quiet and she silently walked through to the door, which clicked locked behind her. The leather of the car seat was cool against her bare underside of her thighs as she hopped in and started the engine. Something felt a bit sad about all this, but it was time to go, time to leave all this behind. She’d spend the morning with her parents and their driver would take her to the airport.
A chuckle escaped her as she drove down mostly empty streets. She would be avoiding Marbella again, avoiding Alistair, but for a different reason. This time, she would be avoiding him because there was something there, something too hard to uncover. It was as prickly and uncomfortable as it was compelling. Most of all, it was demanding and she was choosing to stay clear of it.
Chapter 74
The thought that it had been a bad year stuck with Dominic. It had been a tough year, one that had come close to breaking him at points. Such adversity wasn’t something he was used to. He’d been abandoned; he’d been attacked; humiliated; he’d realised that things were not well in his family; and he’d made mistakes. Worst of all, he’d been out of control, felt out of control and it was the worst feeling he knew.
His fascination with Cheryl had been a reaction to all that, because she’d been through it and she had picked herself up and started anew. He did admire her for that.
He shouldn’t have kissed her. It had been unfair and had been suggesting something that wasn’t to be. At the end of the day, as much as he admired her, they didn’t belong together. Their worlds didn’t fit and making them do so would involve compromise that would change them. Even though he’d attacked her—something he wasn’t proud of—he didn’t want her to change. She was perfectly imperfect, and asking her to change wasn’t right.
No, it was time to draw an end to all this, to this horrible year. It was time to get control over himself and his family. In his absence, both his children had gone astray, and he had to bear the responsibility of that. He’d left too much of their upbringing to Sophie and now had to face the consequences of that.
And moving the headquarters of Dunbury Industries to Marbella was still a good move. It cut out the politics that were too distracting. It was time to focus. Only through focus would they achieve what he wanted with the business.
Fennie appeared at the door. “Felix is here to see you.”
A slight surprise registered on his face. “Alright,” he said, checking his watch. He could be a bit late for the meeting with the finance team. Harry could start without him. “Where is he?”
“Just coming up.”
Dominic rose and walked to the window. Marbella was bright below him, like it was most days. He heard Felix enter and sit down. “Morning, Felix. It’s bright and early for you, isn’t it?”
Felix didn’t say anything, so Dominic turned to look at him, a slight smile spreading across his lips. They were so alike. It was like looking in the mirror at that age, from what he remembered. Personality wise, they were different, perhaps.
“I’ve been thinking,” Felix said. “There’s been a lot of things going on lately.”
“I have as well.”
“But I’m not getting anywhere. I’m doing the same shit as before. Quentin’s gone and I’m still here doing the same things I were three years ago. More probably.”
Dominic had been hoping Felix would come to this realisation and knew it wasn’t the time to push, or Felix would react negatively. “Growing bored?”
“I feel stuck in limbo and am worried that another three years will pass with nothing happening.”
“So what are you going to do?”
He shrugged. “Apparently there isn’t much call for the things I excel at.”
Dominic smiled wryly. “You have more potential than you give yourself credit for.”
“You think so?”
“But they need to be developed.”
Felix shifted as if he was considering what he was hearing. “How do I start, though?”
“Well, if I were you, being that you are young and energetic, I would start with commodities trading. You could give our trading team a try. It’s high pressure, involving snap decisions, but I think you would thrive. It’s a good way to see how things work.”
Felix stroked along his chin. “I’ll think about it.”
The see
d had been planted. Felix was more interested than he let on. “Take your time. How about you have lunch with Lawrence next week? He heads that team and you can hear him out.”
The more Dominic was uninvolved with this, the more likely it was to happen. If there was something Felix hated more than anything, it was being railroaded into a decision.
“Now, I’ve got a meeting. If you stick around for an hour, we can get some lunch.”
“Nah, I’ve gotta go.”
“Alright, I’ll see you at home.”
As Dominic watched, Felix strode out the door. Well, there was one problem that was coming along nicely. Perhaps after lunch, he would give Esme’s clinic a call to see how she was faring.
Part of him wished he could take Cheryl to lunch, but knew he had to stop. For a while, he’d needed her to confide in, especially when she tried so hard to push him away. Now that she was softening towards him, he knew he couldn’t deliver on what their burgeoning relationship tentatively promised. So he had to stop. She would still be there, though—around. Maybe in a few months, when distance had reformed, he could speak to her again. The fact that he wanted to with a degree of eagerness only proved that a cooling off period was required.
Chapter 75
His seatbelt tight, Alistair watched the grey, rainy skies of Berlin as they descended to land. They were passing over an industrial district and the warehouse and trucks all looked like toys. The landing went smoothly and being at the very front, he was first off to leave. He had very little with him and he pulled on the coat he’d brought. The air was cooler already in the gangway.
Why the hell did she live here? It was cold and grey. Compared to Malaga airport, it was quiet and calm, people streaming to their destination in near silence. Business people dressed in grey, backpackers pressed in bright colours, free of their checked-in backpacks, and the occasional bright-eyed child being dragged along by their mother.
Cold wind hit him as he exited and found the taxi queue. The waiting taxis were all late model German cars, typically grey, not the more eclectic mix you found outside Malaga airport.
Hopping in, he gave the address and watched as the scenery passed by. He’d been to Berlin before, but never really thought much about the place. Nothing was out of place here, which was different from Spain, where such things couldn’t be taken for granted.
Deciding to come had happened quickly—last night, in fact. He’d been sitting in a restaurant with the typical people and wondered what the fuck he was doing there. But then he couldn’t think of anywhere else to be either. He had no interest in going back to London, back to his old life. Then there was Berlin. It sat there like a shining beacon in the far distance, with its seriousness, its efficiency and considered design. For someone like her, this was a serious place. Everything meticulously thought through. Everything felt new in Berlin. It didn’t have that blatant history of other European cities, or the relaxed messiness of Mediterranean countries.
Her apartment building looked like boxes of glass and wood piled on top of one another. It was clearly designed by an architect. Deep green trees surrounded the whole place. There was a crisp smell in the air as he walked down the complex until he found her apartment.
The doorbell made a cheerful sound as he pressed it and the door swung open. She stood with a teaspoon in her mouth, in a sweatshirt and lounge pants. The look of surprise in her eyes was priceless. “Alistair, what are you doing here?”
“Are you going to invite me in? It’s fucking freezing here.”
She stood aside. “How did you find me?”
He rolled his eyes. “Your mother would give me your PIN if I asked for it. She adores me, by the way.”
Terese grumbled and Alistair turned his attention to the apartment. It had glass everywhere, but it was nice and warm inside. It was compact. Kitchen/dining, lounge, bathroom and bedroom. It didn’t feel cramped, though. Each room seemed big enough, which was good, because he was probably going to spend some time there.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I just felt we couldn’t leave it there.”
“It probably would have been best to.”
“Probably. But here I am.”
He walked into the lounge and checked out the row of books she had in her bookshelf. These were the things she liked to read. Literary books with the occasional Jackie Collins. She did like a bit of dirtiness in her ordered and perfect life, it seemed. Well, he could certainly help with that.
“Thought I’d come check out Berlin since you were so raving about it.”
“I wasn’t.”
He turned to her where she stood with her arms crossed, maybe even a little defensively. He ran his finger across some of the ornaments on a lower shelf, obviously relics from her travels. “So there I was, mired in my crisis, and the only thing that made sense walked out on me. What was I to do?”
“Nothing about us makes sense,” she stated.
“Except when we kiss.”
“You can’t build a relationship around sex.”
“Great sex,” he filled in. “So what can you build a relationship around?”
“How about you figure out what you want first.”
“Hence back to the original premise,” he said, walking over to the glass door to a modest little balcony. “From what I can make out, a semblance of it seems to be in this region somewhere. I felt I owed it to myself to find out. Don’t you owe that to yourself?”
“And if we destroy each other?”
“Then we’ll know, and you can have a perfectly legitimate reason to avoid Marbella for another decade.”
Slowly, he approached her, walking with his hands clasped behind his back. By her stance, she was wary of him. Bending down, his lips sought hers. The uncomfortable feeling in his chest that had been there all week relented. He was home—where he was supposed to be. It felt so right; it had to be right. Her body pressed to him, the heat soared, burning every thought in his head.
The softness of her tongue stroked along his. This couldn’t be denied. She broke the kiss. “So you’re going to be here?”
“Uh huh.” Her lip movement made him want to catch them. Lifting her up, her legs snaked around his hips.
“You can’t hang around in my apartment all day.”
“I’ll get a fucking job.” There were a thousand finance jobs in Berlin. Good ones, too. All of a sudden, working didn’t seem quite as claustrophobic as it had. He could even get a bit excited about it, now that he would come home to this, to her. Maybe it wasn’t the work that had had him hightailing it out of London. Maybe it had been everything else, and the lack of this. “You can show me everything to do in Berlin, and every night I’ll fuck your brains out.”
“You have an eloquence that borders on poetic,” she said sarcastically.
“Just don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.” He carried her through the small hall into the bedroom. It had little else but a bed, and they didn’t need anything else. “I’ve gone a whole week without this,” he said breathily.
“There were a thousand girls you could be with.”
“Funnily, none of them would do.”
They fell together into the bed. He calculated they had a day and a half before she needed to go to work, and they were going to spend all of it in here.
The End – for now.
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