“That…that was…fun,” I panted.
“Fuck yeah,” she said, just as breathy. She was still squirming, taken over from the multiple orgasms. I took in a deep breath, but my heart was racing. I didn’t think I’d ever come that hard two times in a row like that.
A light in the hallway turned on, and someone’s footfalls softly vibrated on the floor. My mind was whirling, still focused on Ellie. I blinked and remembered it was time for the cook to make me dinner.
“Get up, chica,” I whispered and gently rolled Ellie onto her side. My pants were around my ankles. I pulled them up, tucking my semi-hard cock inside. I picked up Ellie’s pants and handed them to her.
Her arm shook when she reached for them. The cook loudly cleared his throat, taking his time to come into the kitchen. There was no way he wasn’t aware of what had just gone on. My staff knew better than to question or pass judgment. They knew to just get out of the way and let me do as I pleased.
“Get dressed,” I told Ellie, glancing at doorway. I suddenly didn’t want anyone coming in and seeing her naked, even on accident. She was mine. And I don’t share what is mine.
She nodded and tried to work her fingers to put on her pants. Seeing that she was barely able to function, I bent back down to help her. She lifted her hips as I pulled her jeans up. Then I helped her to her feet.
She wobbled. I wrapped my arm around her, fighting the urge to kiss her once more, and led her to the table. She sat just as the cook came in.
I sat across from her, telling the cook to bring us wine. Ellie’s hair was a tangled mess around her face, and her eyes were wide. She wavered in her seat, shifting her weight.
Within minutes, we were served wine, and the kitchen was alive with the scent and sound of dinner preparation. Ellie picked up her glass of wine, arm still trembling.
“Do you like wine?” I asked.
She chuckled. “I do. A lot.” She took a drink. “It was the one guilty pleasure I allowed myself.”
I smiled. “What’s your favorite?”
She took another drink before setting her glass down. “I like pink moscato.” Her eyes met mine. “Usually, I get the cheapest bottle with the cutest picture.”
It was my turn to laugh. “That’s how you pick our your wine?”
She narrowed her eyes, pretending to be offended. “Hey, we all don’t live like this,” she said, motioning around her. “Maybe you don’t know how much American cops don’t make.”
I licked my lips. “You won’t have to worry about that anymore.” She reached for her wine again, cheeks flushing. I watched her try not to smile. She wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore, as long as she was mine.
Chapter 14: Ellie
I closed my eyes, tipping my head up to the moon. Steady waves crashed against the shore. The breeze picked up, blowing misty ocean air against me. I shivered.
Alejandro wrapped his arms around me. I sat with my back to his chest, between his legs. We were on a blanket in the sand, so close to the water. I leaned against him, turning my head up for a kiss.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, instantly causing desire to wind inside of me. It blew my mind how one man could turn me on so much with just one kiss. And even after three insane orgasms in a row, my body craved him and I wanted more.
Alejandro brushed my hair back and ran his fingertips down my neck. I opened my eyes and looked at the soporific water. I put my hand over Alejandro’s. I never wanted to leave this beach.
“We need to establish some rules,” he whispered into my ear.
“Rules?”
“Yes, chica.”
I closed my eyes again. “What kind of rules?”
“Rules about you,” he said. “If you are staying here, if you want to be mine, something needs to be established.”
I nodded. “I do want to be yours. I never want to leave.” I might be lust-drunk and slightly tipsy from the glasses of wine I had with dinner, but I knew I wanted to be with Alejandro.
Maybe not forever, but I didn’t even want to think that far ahead. For the first time in my life, I was living for now. I was taking charge.
Do what you want and fuck them all.
He pressed his lips against the nape of my neck. I shivered again. “People will be looking for you,” he reminded me. I had almost forgotten. “That presents a whole other problem.”
“Funny thing,” I said, leaning closer to Alejandro. Was it ridiculous to think that there could be something more than sex-driven lust between us? “I have two weeks off of work. There’s a chance no one will notice I’m missing.”
He kissed my neck. “I can’t believe my luck.”