Jordan whipped back around and handed Nathan a drink. He passed a second one to Haley who seemed reluctant to sit and still stood across the room. She had notably not, however, seemed to grow aware of her state of undress. She held the glass tumbler of wine up to her lips with shaky fingers. Her hip cocked to one side as she rested her weight on one leg.
As Jordan went to her side, Nathan glanced at the man’s impressive bulge and smiled. He was hard. Achingly so if the evidence through his boxers were any indication.
Nathan took a long gulp. He’d needed that. Something stronger would have been nice too, but the wine would have to do.
Haley set her glass down on the nightstand. “I know you were startled. I get that. So were we. But I don’t understand why you needed to be so cruel. It wasn’t as though we planned this. Hell, we didn’t even know your last name. We had no idea you were on this cruise.”
“That’s just it, Haley. I’m not on this cruise. I work here.”
“So?”
Nathan glanced at his lap. Had he been wrong? He knew he’d had no right to be rude and insulting about things, but had he been actually incorrect in his assumptions also?
Jordan spoke. “It must have been quite a shock, finding us sitting at your table. What are the odds? But I want you to know that my gut reaction was lust. I didn’t voice my thoughts to Haley very well this morning, but I was awfully disappointed to find you had slipped out in the night. I thought we had a connection.” His voice grew softer as he spoke.
“You’re right. We did have something special.” Nathan lifted his gaze. “It was…spectacular. The best sex of my life. I guess I left so I wouldn’t have to face you two in the morning and find you’d not felt the same. I ran. It was easier than being rejected.”
“What did we do to make you think we felt any less than you last night?” Haley sat gingerly on the bed, one sexy leg bent so that her heel rested in the V of her crotch. It was hard to concentrate with her sex exposed like that.
“Nothing. But you’re a couple. You made it clear you sometimes took a third, but you never kept them. You were on vacation. I was a willing fling. When I awoke it was easier to run than risk embarrassing myself by thinking we could do it again.”
“True. I can see where you’d be a bit outnumbered and think that way.” Haley reached across the bed now and grabbed Nathan’s arm with her dainty fingers. “Nathan,” she whispered, “we aren’t the people you imagined us to be. Sure, we have good jobs and a little extra cash to vacation with, but we aren’t stuck up, nor do we set ourselves on a higher pedestal than you.”
Nathan lifted his gaze to Haley’s. “I’m sorry. I’ve never said such awful things to a woman in my life.” He furrowed his brow in all seriousness. He’d only thought to apologise to them. He’d not considered their reactions fully. His words had been so hateful, he’d hoped only to alleviate his conscience. He’d not expected such acceptance and even a possible proposition.
But here he was and Haley was on her knees in front of him unbuttoning his shirt before he could even clear his head.
“Can we start over?” She smiled at him and questioned with her eyebrows raised.
“Fuck no, we can’t start over,” he began.
Haley startled and sucked in a breath.
“I wouldn’t give last night up for all the world. It was the best night of my life. Don’t erase it. But, if you’re going to so graciously accept my apology, I’d be happy to forgo the incident in the dining room and pick up where we left off before I slunk out of your hotel room with my tail between my legs.”
Jordan came around the bed and wrapped his arms around Nathan from behind. He’d noticed it was the man’s signature move. He did that often with Haley and her eyes always lit up like a princess when he surrounded her like that.
Now Nathan knew the feeling. He was several inches taller than Jordan. He’d never get that arrangement from Jordan standing, but, sitting on the bed, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having Jordan’s firm grip around his chest while Haley popped the button on his pants.
“You are decidedly overdressed,” she mumbled.
“I was thinking you two were decidedly underdressed when I came in the room. It’s downright distracting trying to talk to you people while wearing boxers and whatever you call that scrap of material that does nothing to hide your tight pink nipples.”
Nathan stared at Haley’s chest and salivated. Her tits heaved at his language. He wanted to rip the white lace confining them to shreds and suck her breasts into his mouth until she begged him for mercy.
Jordan pulled Nathan’s shirt over his shoulders and tossed it aside. Nathan stood when prompted and let Jordan remove the rest of his clothes as well. “I don’t know how this is going to work.”
Haley laughed. “We’re all going to get naked and make each other writhe with multiple mind-numbing orgasms. It’s simple.”
Nathan narrowed his gaze at her. “Ha ha. You know that’s not what I meant. I am strictly forbidden from engaging in any sort of personal relationship with guests on this ship. How will I stay away from you for seven days while you lounge around teasing me with your near nudity?” He smiled at Jordan behind him. “Man, you have to do something about that. It’s distracting.” He pointed at the man’s cock. The head had escaped from the top of his boxers and a drop of pre-cum sat on the tip, tempting Nathan to lick it away.
“You’re here now.” Haley leant forward and flicked her tongue over one of Nathan’s nipples.
Now that Nathan stood in front of Jordan, the man couldn’t wrap his arms around the same spot, but that didn’t stop him. Jordan reached from behind and took Nathan’s cock in his hand, grazing his palm from bottom to top and making Nathan’s legs feel like Jell-O.
“How did I go from being the most clothed to the least?” Nathan moaned and stretched one hand towards Haley. Barely touching her, he skipped his fingertips over her breasts until he grazed her nipples. With one flick, she arched into him.
Haley gripped Nathan’s arms, her eyes clouded over with lust, and she groaned…way too loud.
“These walls are thinner than last night’s. I don’t think your neighbours are going to appreciate a screaming threesome next door. Especially if we’re going to do this without getting caught.”
Jordan chuckled. “It would be embarrassing if a staff member had to come to the room and found one of the waiters naked on the bed with another man’s cock in his mouth.”
Nathan swatted Jordan’s thigh, reaching back and squeezing the man’s fine ass in the process. “That is so not funny. Did you bring the black bag of tricks? I think we’re going to need that ball gag.” He glanced pointedly at Haley.
When the coy goddess raised one eyebrow as if to say ‘who me?’ he nearly laughed. When she reached under Jordan’s hands and took Nathan’s balls in her palms, he flinched. “I hope you have the handcuffs too, because your woman can’t seem to keep her hands to herself.”
“I don’t think she’s so much my own personal woman anymore.” Jordan whispered the words directly into Nathan’s ear and then flicked his tongue over the lobe. “After last night and then this evening, I’d say her feelings for you run a bit deeper than a quick romp in between the sheets.”
Nathan twisted in Jordan’s arms until he faced the man head on. He stared him down for several seconds and then kissed him on the lips, tender and slow. “And how do you feel?”
“I have to agree with Haley. You make a perfect addition to our relationship. I think we should give it a try. See what happens.” Jordan reached around and squeezed Nathan’s ass. “We didn’t cover nearly as many positions last night as I’ve had torturing my every waking thought today. Surely we can discreetly enjoy each other’s company this week without getting caught. If everything goes as well as last night, we’ll be inseparable by next Saturday.”
There was one more tiny matter of inconvenience. “Where do you two live?” Nathan held his breath. Hundreds of mile
s would not make for a very reasonable arrangement.
“Chicago. We have a condo near the city. Don’t tell me you live in Alaska or something.”
Nathan chuckled. “Are you fucking kidding?”
“No.” Haley smoothed her soft palms over Nathan’s back and kissed his skin, nibbling a path to his neck.
“I live in Elgin. That’s like forty minutes away.”
“No.” This time when she said the word it came out with a completely different tone. She’d gone from playful to shocked in two-point-five seconds. A smile lit her face when she leaned around his shoulder to kiss his cheek. “See, it was meant to be. Now, before you sneak out of here in the pre-dawn hours, please leave your last name and a cellphone number so we don’t have to spend another day like today.”
Nathan turned around to face Haley. He took her cheeks in his hands and gazed into her green eyes. “This is a ship, love. I don’t think I’ll be able to escape too far this time. I can swim, but not that well. You are stuck with me in your lives for seven days and seven nights.” Nathan claimed her mouth, angling his head to one side to get the best access and hopefully knocking her off balance in the process.
When her knees went weak and she slumped against him, he laid her down on the bed and lined his body up along one side. Jordan trailed to the other side and lay down also, his hand grazing down Nathan’s back then ass before he tugged Nathan’s top leg over Haley, opening Nathan up and effectively pinning Haley in place.
Haley moaned again, even louder. Her eyes popped open when she heard her voice and she broke the kiss to bite her lip.
Nathan glanced over at Jordan. He smiled. It was going to be okay. Hell, everything was going to be more than okay—it was fantastic. Nathan’s chest swelled. His cock did too. Everything he’d ever dreamed of was right here in this tiny room as though it had been here all along for his entire life. Just waiting for the stars to align until all the pieces fell together.
“Where was that gag?” he asked Jordan.
Coming Soon from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
The Art of Pleasure
Ella Lawrence
Released 3rd June 2013
Excerpt
Chapter One
“You look ravishing this morning.” Trevor Dewey said those same words every day when he saw his wife, Marie, at the breakfast table. And every morning he meant them with such fierce honesty it made her blush like a teenage girl on her first real date with her first real boyfriend.
“Thank you.” She poured him his first cup of coffee. That too was a tradition as old as their marriage.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Of course, there was a certain subjectivity in his assessment of the physical attractiveness of his wife. Beauty would always remain in the eyes of the beholder. He wasn’t blind, however, and he had looked around enough during his forty-three years on this earth to know that Marie was a total stunner with her naturally honey-blonde hair, eyes as blue as the sky on a summer’s day and perfect hourglass figure. Almost ten years ago he had fallen head over heels in love with her and that love had only grown with time.
They talked quietly about their plans for the day, about the official opening of the new electronics factory that needed to be postponed to next week and about a dozen other ‘this and remind me of that’ details that kept them connected with reality. Trevor had learned to delegate because no amount of money could make his day last even one second longer than that of the poorest man. A steep learning curve had led him to the point where he knew exactly what to leave to others and what to keep firmly in his own hands. It had cost him his first marriage and a huge chunk of his fortune, but also brought him the woman he loved beyond what he had ever held possible and made him a billionaire.
Personal assistant Callum Hill played a huge role in making the most of Trevor’s time, with his almost uncanny talent to see connections between people and events. Callum knew what Trevor knew, plus a lot more, and it made Trevor’s days look a lot longer than they actually were.
Marie’s soft voice interrupted his musings. “Where are your thoughts hiding?”
“I was thinking about the hours in a day and now I remember that I have a little surprise for you,” Trevor casually said between two bites of toast. “Perhaps you’d like to take a look at it after we’ve finished breakfast?”
Marie’s whole face lit up. “More art? Another painting for my museum?”
“Well, I could have gone for another car or a diamond necklace…”
“You’re teasing me.”
“Jewellery wouldn’t do anything for you and why would I spend money on something that would make you smile politely at best? For status? I have more money in the bank than I could possibly spend in several lifetimes and I want to use some of it in a way that makes the woman I love actually happy.”
“You make me happy. Just you being you.” She looked at him with earnest eyes. “I know there’s no way of proving this, because by the time you captured my heart you already had millions to spare.”
“I remember so well when I first saw you at the opening of cousin Sylvia’s first solo exhibition. You were staring at ‘Portrait of a Girl, Aged 15’ and I couldn’t keep my eyes from you. I had no idea who you were, but I knew that if you wouldn’t become my wife, something essential would be missing from my life.”
“We started a conversation. I wanted you to go away at first, because I needed to concentrate on the painting, but you were cute in your own way…” Marie teased.
“You told me you knew you would almost certainly never see this painting again because it would go to a private collector, and for that reason you tried to memorise it so it would forever remain part of your life.”
“Then you talked with your cousin and she put a red sticker on the painting I had been falling in love with for the last half hour and which I knew I could never afford, and you looked at me and said, ‘It’s yours’.”
“After which you said…”
“‘…I can’t accept this, because I’ll never be able to pay you back’.”
“But you did, with nearly ten years of pure heavenly bliss. It is I who’s indebted to you.”
Marie grinned. “Hey, I’m not exactly a saint.”
“That, my love, is as true as can be. When I looked at that classy woman in vintage dress quietly admiring a painting, I had no idea she would be the devil incarnate in bed. But then, with you having a body like that, why would I even be surprised?”
“I still maintain my sexual passion lives in my head, my imagination, not in my tits.”
“Still, glorious they are, your tits.” Trevor stood up and reached for his wife’s hand. “Are you ready for your surprise?” He led her to the central hall of the mansion, anticipation of her joy singing in his belly.
He wasn’t disappointed, because when he removed the cloth that hid the rectangular object to reveal the painting her surprised gasp was music to his ears.
“Tamara de Lempicka… ‘Andromeda’…”
There she was, all glorious naked flesh with firm small breasts and wide hips. Daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia, her hands shackled while she waited for the monster Cetus to devour her because her mother had been too proud of her daughter’s beauty. Looking at the young woman’s face, Marie wondered if she had already seen Perseus and knew she was safe, or perhaps she had accepted her fate.
“How did you know?” The moment the words left Marie’s mouth she realised how superfluous they were. Of course he knew, he always did. Since the very beginning, he had never once missed the direction of her stare and whatever she desired was hers—as long as he was able to obtain it by fair and legal means. Anything, or any man, because Trevor was both rich and generous beyond what anyone could hope or wish for, especially when it came to the woman he loved.
Trevor smiled the lopsided smile his face always showed when he was pleased that he once again had done something Marie really appreciated. He was irresist
ible when he did that and so she kissed him. He was tall, and though she wasn’t small for a woman, she still had to stand on her toes to reach his lips with hers. She liked the idea of being protected by someone so much stronger and at the same time having that big man weak at the knees simply because she existed.
“I don’t expect anything b…”
She knew what he wanted to say and why, but she kissed him again to silence the words. This was not about payment or a business deal where they both delivered the goods the other wanted. This was about love and honest attraction between husband and wife who never forgot to be lovers. No matter that they both wished it was different, money would forever remain both a blessing and heavy weight between them, and so he always made sure any gift was given from the heart and she in return never mistook it for anything else.
The truth was that his generosity excited Marie so much she started to feel a faint ache down low in the pit of her belly. The amount of money this must have cost didn’t matter, simply because he had too much of it for it to matter, but he knew her wishes and tried to fulfil them by every legal means available. In practice it meant he gave Callum the order to arrange an anonymous, unlimited bid at an arts auction, or contact the seller to see if anything could be arranged. During all of their years together, he had never once been mistaken about Marie’s specific desires.
“Give me your hand,” she half ordered and half begged. “Knowing that my man loves me this much makes me wet and horny and I want to get off now.”
She was so wet, so eager to feel his hand against her pussy, to share her lust with him. This was what he did to her, with his smile and his generosity that went way beyond the simple spending of an insane amount of money on her favourite hobby—collecting paintings.
He slowly pushed up the hem of her dress. “You want me to give you an orgasm, to let you come with my fingers?”
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