by Linn, A. J.
We finish our shower, get dressed and leave the hotel for a nice, long, romantic dinner.
Hopefully to be followed with another round of…dessert.
Chapter Twenty-two
~All work and no play?~
After a long exhausting week-and-a-half of redecorating, La Fuga is beginning to look like an entirely different place. It would have been more grueling if it weren’t for Scarlett and her beautiful smile to brighten up each day, making this process actually somewhat enjoyable.
The lobby and restaurant are both finished. The new paint is done, the hardwood floors are in, and the furniture is now in place. We are taking each floor one-by-one as we redo the suites until finally, my penthouse.
Scarlett, now having spent plenty of time in my penthouse, has put in her bid on a new bed. Funny, she wasn’t too concerned with my bed before…but she has impeccable taste so I have decided to let her run with it.
After a long day of decorating, we order in food from a local sushi restaurant and relax at my place. As she empties the containers and loads up our plates for dinner, she takes a long look around the kitchen, making suggestions for even more re-decorating.
“You really need to let me redo this kitchen, Donovan. It needs a woman’s touch,” she says matter-of-factly as she looks around the room—her head no doubt swarming with ideas.
“Not until we christen it,” I remind her. Yes, we’ve had this conversation before. But with all that is going on in the hotel, we haven’t found time yet. At least, not for the kitchen. The couch, the shower, the living room floor... but not the kitchen.
“I know, I know,” she giggles in that oh-so-adorable way that only she can do.
“No time like the present…” I smirk, picking her up and setting her on the kitchen counter.
“You’re so bad.” She smirks right back as she swallows a piece of sushi that she was already working on.
“And?” I ask, brow raised. “Is that a problem?” I grin playfully as I hike her sundress up around her waist, crashing my lips to hers at the same time for a deep, wet, passionate kiss. My lips move methodically, beginning at her long neck until they have covered every inch of her luscious body. My mouth hungrily reaching its intended destination, my face now happily buried between her thighs.
“Mmm, I think so…” she whispers, arching her back. Her body begins to quiver in response to my tongue devouring her warm, soaked pussy. “Baby…I, mmm… just cleaned this counter.”
Holding in a chuckle at her smart-ass reply, I slide my tongue along her wet lips, finally swirling it around her engorged clit. Her moans become louder, and her hips begin to gyrate as I insert two fingers deep inside of her, deliberately pumping them in and out slowly, knowing how that drives her insane.
My cock is now twitching out of control. I need to be inside of her…and now. But there is the matter of this freshly cleaned counter, and far be it for me to make a mess.
“Hmm. Well, in that case…” Smirking, I slide my hands under her ass, place my lips back on hers as she quickly wraps her arms around my neck, her legs tight around my waist. She presses her body hard against my chest, her tongue expertly teasing mine as I move us to the nearest wall.
“Better?" I tease. With her back now pressed firmly against the wall, I unzip my jeans and let them hit the floor.
“Mmm, much…” She grins, responding breathlessly, trailing soft kisses along my jawline.
“How is that wall treating you, baby girl?” I kiss her hard again before she has a chance to answer.
I tease her dripping wet entrance with the tip of my cock just long enough for her to be begging for me to be inside of her. Not one to tease for too long, I quickly oblige and slide my cock right in. My fingers dig deep into her ass as I thrust hard—rhythmically and slow—and together we bring new meaning to the phrase: “If you can’t take the heat, stay out of the kitchen.”
Bring on the heat, we are tearing up the kitchen.
Holding on for dear life, she gives my cock the ride of its life. Her back and head are pressed firmly against the wall, and her fingers dig deep into my shoulders as she slides up and down along my erection.
“Damn, baby girl,” I blurt out in a low guttural voice, tightening my grip on her ass as I move us to the floor, laying her back on a large thick area rug.
“Breaking in the floor now, babe?" she says breathlessly, as she crosses her ankles behind my back, happily forcing me deeper into her.
“I’m just getting started with you, Scarlett.”
The next morning, we get up at dawn. I’m taking Scarlett out on my little boat, an eighty foot Hatteras motor yacht, named, il mio vero amore, which for those of you who don’t speak Italian, means “One true love”.
Coincidence? Fate? You tell me.
We take the Hummer down to the marina, which is less than ten minutes from La Fuga. Scarlett admits that she’s never been on a boat, much less a yacht, and she is beaming with excitement.
We park and walk down the ramp to the slip where she’s moored. If you thought that Scarlett was beaming before, you should see her now. Il mio vero amore is, in fact, an impressive sight.
“This…is your little boat?” she says, pronouncing every single syllable just for added effect.
I bought her a few years ago when I realized that my bank account had more than enough money in it, and it needed to take a large hit. A large hit…
“Yes,” I laugh. “Not too shabby, right?”
“Uh…not shabby at all,” she replies, her jaw practically on the ground.
I help her aboard, then take her on a quick tour as the small crew prepares to head out to sea. I hear gasp after gasp, and quite a few “Oh my god”s as we walk through the salon which has a wet bar, a flat screen and a very large black leather sectional sofa.
Next the galley—complete with marble countertops and wood cabinets which, of course, she loved—followed by the large master stateroom, and finally the three smaller staterooms.
“This is bigger than my entire apartment, Donovan,” she laughs, still in awe.
“It is a big boat, baby girl.” I take her hand and leave the salon. “Let’s go back up. We’re about to head out.”
“Okay,” she replies, taking another look around before we go up to the deck. “Will you at least tell me where we’re going now?” She flashes me a ridiculously sugar-coated smile, but I can see that she is only trying to butter me up for information with that deadly grin.
“Not happening.” I wink, teasing up to the very last minute.
The captain sounds the horn, and we are off to Catalina Island, which I am still keeping as a surprise from Scarlett. I have a feeling that she will continue to ask where we are going for the hour that we’ll be on the water.
She is impatient, and I am cruel. I just love to surprise people.
Captain Joe Ruggeri has been at the helm of my yacht since I purchased her. He proudly served as an admiral in the Navy, serving our country for close to thirty years. This man has some stories, let me tell you.
“That’s not fair. Why won’t you just tell me?” she says, puffing out her bottom lip in a dramatic pout. She is bringing out the big guns now. How adorable.
“Look, baby girl,” I direct her attention to three dolphins just ahead, doing jumps in the ocean.
“Oh my god, that’s so cool!” She grins from ear to ear as we watch. “This is already the best trip ever, babe. Thank you,” and she rewards me with a kiss.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, but the best is yet to come,” I flash her my very best, devilishly handsome smirk/wink combo. I know that I shouldn’t tease her like that but I can’t resist.
“Okay, you’re just being mean now.” She rolls her eyes, giggling.
“I know.” I grin.
Captain Ruggeri anchors the yacht at the first available mooring that he can find. As we leave the yacht, I’m now glad that we got up at the crack of dawn and came so early. Moorings are on a first-come, fi
rst-serve basis, and they are close to full already. I can be pretty smart…at times.
“Catalina? I've always wanted to come here.” She beams with enthusiasm. More thank-you kisses for me. “Oh my god, babe! This is perfect, thank you!” I've earned a few boyfriend points with this one and, I'm thrilled to be responsible for her excitement.
We take a five-minute taxi ride into town. Scarlett is looking through the pamphlet the driver gave us, announcing all of the things that she wants us to do today.
“What? The ghost tour?” Her eyes quickly light up.
“I’m not telling you.”
“Fine. Will I like it?” she asks, grinning wide.
“I think you will. I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” I tease.
The cab driver drops us off in town, close to the first activity on our day’s agenda. I take her hand and lead her to the entrance, where we get into a short line.
“Zip lining? We’re doing this?” she asks, as she wraps her arms around my neck with a grin from ear to ear.
“We’re doing this, yes,” I laugh, sliding my hands around her waist, giving her a nice long kiss before we get into the short line.
We meet our guide for this adventure, Paul. A surfer “dude” hippie-type. Long sun-bleached hair, mostly covered by a green and yellow tie-dyed bandanna.
He leads us to a path, and as we begin our hike into the canyon, he gives us a quick run down of “DOs and DON’Ts,” safety rules, etcetera.
Paul goes on to explain that there are many “Eco” stations along the way where he will give brief presentations on Catalina—the wildlife, history, etcetera—and that the entire tour will last approximately two hours.
“Two hours?” Scarlett mouths to me, brow raised.
I nod, then take her hand and give it a reassuring squeeze as I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Will you be alright for two hours, baby girl?”
“Yep,” she nods. “I’m really excited,” she whispers back. “Why are we whispering, babe?” she says with a giggle.
“I have no idea,” I whisper, laughing.
Now harnessed and ready to go, we begin the trek up a small hill that leads to the jump-off point at Hog’s Back gate, descending through Descanso Canyon, and eventually ending at Descanso beach.
Now at the top of the jump-off point, I can see that Scarlett has become nervous. I offer to go first, but she won’t have it. She moves to the edge of the wooden platform, takes a deep breath, and hurls herself off, screaming all the way. I follow shortly after, no screaming.
We get a chance to talk for just a minute at each stop but give most of our attention to the guide. Paul is doing an amazing job as a tour guide, and both Scarlett and I are having a great time.
After the ride of our lives, we make our way back out to the small island town. We have lunch, visit the many shops—guess who suggested that? Then we hit a bar, drink way too much and play a round of miniature golf, where Scarlett’s competitive side takes her over, and she becomes psychotic about beating me.
So…I let her. Ever the gentleman.
We are now on our way back to the marina, and we have a lot of yacht to christen. My personal chef is preparing us a feast for dinner in the galley, so Scarlett and I take a walk around the deck before making our way down below.
“Well, the galley’s out,” Scarlett teases. “I don’t really like having an audience,” she laughs, glancing at the chef as we pass by on our way to the salon.
“I…uh…” No comment. “Why don’t we get a drink? I could use a drink. You?” Blathering idiot.
This isn’t the time to go into any sort of detail about my somewhat sordid past. She will learn soon enough, I suppose, about the goings on behind the velvet rope at The Underground. But not tonight.
“I could drink.” She winks.
I place my hand on the small of her back and lead her to the salon. I don’t like keeping secrets from her, but we are still new so I decide to let it go, putting it on the back burner for the time being.
“What do you feel like drinking, baby girl?” I ask her, making my way behind the bar.
“Hmm…wine?”
“Is Moscato alright?”
“Perfect.” She smiles, settling back on the sectional, kicking off her shoes.
I pour two glasses, then cross the room to join her. She looks so beautiful sitting there rubbing her feet with her head resting back and eyes closed. She has no idea just how sexy she is and that, in and of itself, makes her that much more stunning to me.
“Here you go, beautiful.” I sit down on the sofa and hand her a glass. “A toast?” She joins me in raising my glass, smiling and listening intently. “To a perfect day with the most perfect girl. Salute, baby.”
We clink our glasses and seal my lame attempt at a romantic toast with a kiss.
Chapter Twenty-three
~il mio per sempre~
Holy shit, am I dreaming right now?
The feeling of her soft warm mouth sliding along my morning hard-on happily shakes me from a peaceful night’s sleep. And if this is a dream, please, no one wake me up.
I lift my head from the pillow and take a quick glance down, a huge grin across my face…and there she is. My baby girl, lip-slurping sexy.
It was a rare occurrence that I allowed any woman to ever sleep over. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mind having a hot girl in my bed, but usually it was for only one reason. And sleep was never the reason.
An instinctive thrust of my groin alerts her that I am now awake. Scarlett looks up to meet my more-than-happy, surprised gaze. Her eyes are filled with a naughtier-than-usual stare…
“Mmm… keep going” is all I can manage to mutter before resting my head back on the pillow and closing my eyes, letting her continue on with the morning devouring of her favorite toy.
This girl is no novice when it comes to giving a blowjob. She takes in every inch of my throbbing length deep into the back of her throat…a feat that not many girls can pull off, unfortunately.
I move my hands down to her head, fistfuls of her long hair are now tight in my grip. I thrust deeper into her hungry mouth, and she takes it all in with ease. Swirling her tongue around my shaft, sucking hard, using her hands…blowing my mind.
“Should I stop?” she whispers in that teasing, sexy voice that I’ve come to adore. “I’d hate to make you late for work.”
“Are you kidding me? Fuck work.” I smirk, bending slightly at the waist, reaching down, placing my hands under her arms, pulling her body on top of mine. “Never stop…” I whisper, before giving her a kiss so filled with passion that—if she wasn’t already naked—would have surely soaked her g-string.
Without missing a beat, she slides her hand down in-between our bodies, taking every inch of my impressive erection into her grip, guiding it deep inside her.
This is how every morning should start off…Scarlett in my bed.
After a quick shower and an even quicker breakfast, Scarlett is off to pick up a new piece of furniture for the penthouse that I apparently can’t live without, and I am off to get a haircut before I have to get down to business.
My mind is exploding with good stuff this morning. Maybe it’s due to Scarlett and her expert oral techniques, or maybe…just maybe, it’s because I have finally found the girl of my dreams.
So much has happened with Scarlett over the last few weeks… some good, some bad. But the bad was only due to the cheating whore and her insane shit.
I wake up, and it’s Scarlett. I try to work, and it’s Scarlett. My mind has been invaded by this girl, and I like it.
All of the bad dates—Louisa, Gina, Zoie, even Rebekah… sweet Rebekah—have all led me right here, to her. My search is complete.
After months of working together, Scarlett and I have become so close. Why did I fight these feelings that have been developing from the moment that I laid eyes on her?
All because we were working together? All because of my stupid fucking rule? All because of Danielle?
In a blink of an eye, it all becomes crystal clear. I love her. I am out-of-my-mind crazy in love. How fucking scary is that?
I have to tell her…I have to let her know how I feel. When you finally realize that you’ve found the girl that you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want to tell her right away. You want “the rest of your life” to begin…now.
Now back at the hotel, I decide that the time has come to let Scarlett in on my not-so-new, yet newly realized feelings for her.
Pulling my cell phone from my jacket pocket, I quickly punch in her number and wait for her to pick up. A huge grin tugs at the corners of my mouth, and my heart begins to race. Here we go…
“Scarlett, meet me at the coffee shop in ten minutes.”
She quickly agrees: “You got it babe. Is everything okay?”
“More than okay, baby girl.” I hang up, leave my office, and let Patrice know I’ll be out for the rest of the afternoon.
My heart is beating out of my chest as I leave the hotel and head towards Joe’s. I prepare a short script in my head to put together the right words. I can’t fuck this up.
Do I just blurt out, “Scarlett, I love you”? Ugh. I’m not quite sure how to handle this, since it’s the first time telling a woman that I’m in love with her and actually meaning it.
I see Scarlett standing in front of the coffee shop waiting for me, a huge smile lighting up her beautiful face as she spots me standing on the sidewalk just across the street from her.
This is it. I am now ready to admit what I knew all along. I am completely in love with this woman.
My eyes are fixed on hers as I begin to cross the street. This beautiful creature, my dream girl. Everything is so clear for the first time in my life…I want to marry this girl.
She is il mio per sempre. My forever.
“DONOVAN, LOOK OUT…!!!” I hear Scarlett scream from the other side of the street. “SOMEBODY CALL 911, PLEASE!” I hear her shout to the crowd that has quickly gathered.