by Lily Harlem
“I think he did.”
“And I”—he jabbed his thumb on his chest—“understand food.”
“You certainly do.” Olivia squeezed his hand. “So eat some, you must be hungry.”
“Si, I am.” He reached for a bowl of creamy pasta. After adding Parmesan shavings, he dug in. As he ate, he realized how hungry he’d been.
Ezra, the headwaiter, walked over, smart as ever in black pants and a crisp white shirt with the restaurant logo embroidered on it. “Wonderful to see you, señor. I trust you had a good journey.”
“And it’s good to see you, Ezra.” Raul set down his cutlery and stood to shake Ezra’s hand. “Thank you for all you do when I am not here.”
“It is how it is now you are married and living in Australia.” Ezra nodded at Olivia. “Hola, Señora Santiago.”
“Hi, Ezra.” Olivia smiled. “How are the plans going for the launch?”
“Busy, busy.” He gestured around the room. “Tomorrow it will be transformed. Riley has organized media coverage, and many big names have taken up their invitations. There will be champagne flowing, samples of the dishes, and of course, signings of the book.”
Raul was sure his blood pressure had gone up with each word Ezra had uttered. He’d lived away from all the stress of running a restaurant and producing hundreds of covers, yet here he was, dropped back into it.
He folded his napkin, skimming his fingers along the edge to neaten it.
Where should he start? Did Jose have it under control? Exactly what big names were coming?
“Hey, don’t look so worried.” Olivia rested her hand on his leg. “It will be fine. You have an amazing team around you.”
“Si, I know.”
“And we haven’t suddenly started thinking about this.” Ezra’s expression was serious. “It’s been the subject of many meetings over the last month.”
“He’s right, it has.” Maria said. “And I can assure you, Raul, it is all in hand.” She nodded at his meal. “And if you have finished, I suggest you go and get some rest before the chaos begins.”
“Chaos?” His panic surged again.
“Organized chaos.” Olivia squeezed his thigh. “And if you go to bed now—it is the middle of the night in Australia, after all—then you’ll be up in plenty of time to check everything over tomorrow.”
He glanced at his watch. “Si, you’re right. I’m not sure I could concentrate now anyway.”
Olivia stifled a yawn. “I’ve messaged home to say we’ve arrived okay.”
“Si, that is good.” He stood. “Come on, mi niña hermosa, let us say buenas noches and climb to bed.”
Olivia stood, then kissed Maria on the cheek. “Goodnight. Sorry to head off so early.”
“You need your sleep, there is lots ahead for us.” Maria smiled. “Good night, Raul, it is wonderful to have you here, both of you.”
After letting them into his apartment, Raul locked the door and switched off his phone. He had no intention of being disturbed for at least twelve hours. He needed sleep, and he needed his wife.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Olivia said, kicking off her sneakers.
“Si, you do that. I will unpack.”
He began to sort through his case; he hadn’t brought much. A new Armani shirt—black—to wear with dark denim jeans for the launch, but other than that, casual clothes for enjoying Barcelona with Olivia. He’d brought his mother a necklace from Perth and boomerangs for his two young nephews. He’d hand them out later in the week.
The shower water flicked on, and within a few minutes, Olivia was singing as she washed.
He smiled and set two glasses of water by the bed. Olivia hated to wake thirsty and have to get up for a drink.
He smoothed his hand over the bedsheet. He never felt like he didn’t get enough intimate time with his wife, but he wasn’t going to complain that he was going to be the only man in her bed all week.
She was his.
And his alone.
His cock stiffened at the thought, and he remembered again the last time they’d stayed in his apartment. Harry had concocted a plan to tease and seduce Olivia. They’d all shared her, at the same time. It had been wild and sexy, and had pushed their boundaries. Lucas had held back, but he’d still been involved. Raul enjoyed watching Olivia pleasured without the responsibility of her orgasm. Although in the end, it had been him who’d delivered it.
The shower switched off, and he decided he needed to jump through it before bed.
He stripped as he walked, tossing his clothes aside and enjoying the freedom of it.
Olivia came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel and laughed. “You’re making a mess?”
“It’s mi casa.”
“It is.”
“I’ll be quick.”
“There’s no rush.” She ambled past him, smelling of sugary soap and body lotion.
There was a rush. The sooner he’d showered, the sooner they could start having some fun.
Like Olivia, Raul sang while he showered. A Spanish song he hadn’t heard for a while but recalled the tune and the words. He lathered up, rinsed off, then stepped out and dried. His cock was at half-mast, and a steady heat simmered in his belly. It was the heat of lust and desire, and he intended to crank the temperature up.
“Hey,” he said, sidling up behind Olivia as she brushed her hair. The towel was still wrapped around her body but had slipped, exposing her right breast.
“Hey, yourself,” she said, smiling at his reflection peering over her shoulder.
“Want me to do that?” He took the brush and gently tugged through her damp locks.
“Thank you.”
“I like taking care of you.”
“And you always do.” She sighed, her shoulders sagging.
“You okay?”
“Yes, I’m just relaxing. It’s good to be here after all that planning.”
“And it did take some planning. Leaving five children, even with four fathers to look after them, required a mother’s organization.”
“Yes, it did.” She laughed softly. “But they’ll be fine. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.”
“Of course they will be.”
For a moment they were quiet. Raul enjoyed the silence, the act of just being alone with Olivia, of not having children running around, the sounds of the station, a meal to make. Not that he didn’t like all of that, but a few moments of silence was a treat.
“Are you tired?” she asked after a while.
“A little.” He paused, set down the brush, and kissed her bare shoulder. “But not too tired to enjoy being here with you.”
She smiled and rested her palm on his cheek. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
He took her hand and tugged her to standing. To his delight, her towel slipped and stayed pooled on the stool.
“Mmm,” he said, his cock thickening again. “Now that is a sight for tired eyes.”
She smiled and stepped in close, her breasts jutting onto his chest. “So you should lose your towel, too. It would be only fair.” She flicked his towel, and it fell away.
“Happy now?” he asked.
“Very?” She cupped his face, reached up, and kissed him.
Raul got lost in the sensation of her lips moving with his and of her tongue gliding gently into his mouth.
He ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass. It was small and soft and perfectly smooth.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “Let’s take this to the bed.”
“You remember the first time you lay on that bed?”
Her eyes sparkled. “Yes, it was intense.”
“I would like to make it intense again for you, mi niña hermosa.”
Her chin tipped slightly. “You would?”
He smiled. “Unless you are too tired?”
“No. I’m not.”
Raul was pleased how quickly she’d spoken. She was clearly feeling the same way as he was—excited to have total pri
vacy and no clock-watching.
“Come,” he said, stepping away and linking his fingers with hers.
She followed him to the bed, and once there, he kissed her again.
“Lay down,” he murmured against her lips.
The evening sun filtered through the window, a shard of bright light stretching over the linen. As Olivia rested back, the streak of white-gold lay over her belly, just skimming the top of her patch of short pubic hair.
For a moment he paused to admire the slope of her breasts, her dark nipples, and the gentle curve of her waist and hips.
He beat down a need to hurry things up and drive into her, pound out a hard and fast release, because he had other things in mind before they came. He wanted to go slow and enjoy her.
He turned to the bedside drawer. From it he pulled two lengths of black ribbon.
“Oh,” she said, a little breathily. “I remember those all right.”
“I’m sure you do.” He held them aloft, letting them sway above her. “Put your arms over your head, beautiful wife of mine, and let me tie you up.”
She swallowed, her gaze connected to his, then did as he’d asked.
“It will feel good, I promise,” he said, sliding the ribbon around her left wrist and the slats on the headboard.
“I was teased mercilessly last time.”
He smiled. “Si, you were.”
“And now…?”
“Maybe a little teasing.”
She shifted on the bed as he reached over her and fastened her right wrist. “How does it feel?”
She tugged, proving that she was well and truly secure. “Okay.”
“I promise,” he said onto her lips, “soon it is going to feel much more than okay.” He slipped downward, trailing kisses over the column of her neck, and then onto her breasts.
He took each of her nipples, in turn, into his mouth, flicking them with his tongue and enjoying how they peaked and hardened.
“Raul,” she murmured, arching her back. “Mmm…”
He drifted his hand over her waist, her belly, then her mound. He sent it farther, exploring the shape of her hips and thighs. It never failed to amaze him how soft she was, her skin smoother than silk and always deliciously warm.
He could touch her forever.
He would.
Her breaths had quickened, so he lifted and reached back into his bedside drawer. There was something there that had never been used, and it was time to crack it out of the packaging.
“What is it?” she asked while he rustled and tore.
“You’ll see.” He flicked it over, checked it had a battery, and then showed her.
“Oh…” Olivia’s eyes widened as she studied the slim silver vibrator. “You have a…”
“Si, but it is new. It has been there for a long time, waiting for this moment.”
“That drawer never fails to amaze me.”
“In a good way?”
“Perhaps you should show me if it’s good.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Now there is a challenge.”
She giggled and twisted within her binds.
“Relax, lie back,” he said.
She blew out a breath, her breasts jiggling slightly.
Raul set the tip of the vibrator on her left nipple.
A small tremor went over her flesh as he circled it. He did the same to the other nipple and turned the toy on.
It produced a low hum, and his palm tingled. “How does it feel?”
“Nice.” She swallowed then smiled.
He kissed her and sent the vibrator lower, dipping into her navel then stopping at her mound.
She groaned softly and parted her thighs.
Still kissing her, he rubbed the tip through her folds, down low and then back up again.
The stuttered moan she released when he set it on her clit told him that was the right spot for this toy.
He began to rotate over it, very gently, to build her up slowly.
Her body moved against his, rising and falling in sweet little writhes.
His cock was hard now, fully hard, and feeling her skin on his shaft sent delicious tugs of longing through his balls. Soon he’d have her, soon, when she was begging.
“Raul,” she gasped. “I want to come.”
“I know.”
“Give me more.”
He lifted the vibrator away from her.
“Raul!” She yanked the ribbons; the headboard rattled on the wall. “Please, let’s fuck.”
“Believe me, it is what I want, mi niña hermosa, but it is not time.”
He trailed the vibrator from one of her hip points to the other then set it back over her clit.
She gasped and arched her spine.
Smiling, Raul enjoyed the spectacle of her hips grinding, her inner thighs spread wide and her toes curled. Her lusty moans were getting louder, less controlled. Soon she’d be there, ready to orgasm.
Again he lifted the vibrator from her clit.
“Raul! Please…”
She thrashed her head from side to side.
His cock throbbed; a drip of precum seeped from the tip.
“You’re teasing me,” she gasped.
“Have you had enough teasing?”
“Yes.” She puffed out a breath. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me now.”
“Pardon?”
“You heard.” Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright.
He set the vibrator on her nipples and toyed with each one in turn.
“Ohhh…please.”
“Are you begging yet?” Memories from the last time she’d begged in his bed rushed through his mind. His belly tightened, and he had to get a grip of his own desperate desire.
“Yes, yes, I’m begging, Raul…” She glared up at him and jabbed her heels into the mattress. “Fuck me now, or that’s it, no more sex for the rest of the week.”
“Ha!” Her words surprised him. “You’d really do that?”
She hesitated. “Yes.”
“I don’t think so.” He kissed her. “But I’m not going to risk it.”
He tossed the vibrator over his shoulder. It landed on the floor with a clatter. “A good fucking coming up.”
“About time.” She drew up her knees, stretching wide for him.
Raul slotted between her legs, his cock aimed at her entrance. He locked his arms and stared down at her face, anticipating her expression when he steamed into her.
“You ready?”
“Yes. Yes.” She hooked her legs around his and pulled on the ribbons, her muscles tense. “Now.”
He gritted his teeth and forged in. Her tight, warm pussy opened for his hardness. The sensation was bliss and a relief after holding off.
He groaned, so did she, and her mouth dropped open as she pressed the back of her head onto the pillow.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, his balls butting up against her.
“Oh, oh… More.”
“So greedy,” he chuckled in a strange, throaty kind of way, then he withdrew and drove back in.
“Oh God, yes.” She bucked upward.
Raul moaned. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last. She felt so good, so wet and hot.
“I’m… I’m coming…” she gasped.
“Me, too.” It was there, in his balls. About to rush forward and release.
He upped the pace, fucking her with abandon and forcing them both into a tumble of ecstasy.
She cried out, long and loud.
He did the same, enjoying having no reason to be quiet.
His seed spilled from him, each burst a throb of relief.
“Don’t stop,” she wailed.
He continued the pace, pushing her orgasm into more waves of pulsing climax.
She reached for a kiss.
He gave it, plunging his tongue in time with his cock. The wetness around his shaft was thick and warm, and when he finally slowed, he reached for the ribbons and tugged them free.
Olivia wrapped her arms a
round his shoulders and clung to him as she caught her breath.
“Mi niña hermosa, I love you so much.”
“And I love you.”
Chapter Three
Raul woke with his wife in his arms. There were no children to barge into the bedroom, no other husbands making demands, and he made the most of it by lying still and listening to her steady breathing.
It was strange to be back in such familiar surroundings, yet it wasn’t home. Australia, the station, that was home now, and he wouldn’t change it for anything. But this place was nice, his apartment. They should make more use of it, especially now the children were growing up. They could see some of Europe together from here.
Olivia stirred.
“Buenos días.” He kissed the tip of her nose and tugged her closer.
“Morning.” She smiled and slowly opened her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Not quite time to get up.”
“Good.” She rested her hand on his chest. “I’m still tired.”
“You will be full of energy once you are up and have breakfast.”
“Yes, I’m sure I will be.”
“I was just thinking we should bring the children here, so we can show them Spain, maybe France and Italy, too.”
“They’d like that. Perhaps when they have their long school break.”
He thought about school and how quiet the station could be in the day now all the children were in lessons.
He swallowed, forced himself not to tense, then, “I take it nothing has happened.”
“What do you mean?”
He slipped his hand beneath the sheet and rested it on her belly. “On the baby front?”
She propped up onto her elbow. “You’d be the first to know, you and Harry, Evan, Mason, and Lucas.”
“It’s been three months since the injection will have worn off.”
“I know.” She smiled. “But I’m not worried. These things take time, and it’s fun practicing.”
“I won’t deny that.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
The mutual decision to try for another baby hadn’t been taken lightly, but it was something they all wanted.
Admittedly, the thought of another set of twins worried Raul. Not because they couldn’t cope with twins, but because it was a strain on Olivia’s body to carry them and give birth.
He’d been there at the birth. He was the only one who had seen what hard work it was for her. He’d admit, too, it had scared him to see the woman he loved in so much pain. Not that she’d ever really mentioned it. He could almost fool himself into thinking she’d forgotten about it the minute the twins were in her arms.