He lifts me from my feet and pushes me back against the tree. I call out his name as he brings me down on his hard cock. His growl fills my mouth as he draws slowly out and thrusts back into me, filling me.
‘Harder!’ My words are riddled with insatiable lust.
‘Fuck, Scarlett, you always surprise me.’ He lifts me and crashes me down onto him repeatedly as sweat beads form on his brow. I can feel myself building to an enormous climax.
He crashes me down again, somewhere between pain and pleasure – exactly what I asked for – and I feel myself rise to my peak. ‘Again! Gregory, again!’
‘Fuck!’ His bark is carnal, his eyes crazed, lost in need. He lifts me and thrusts then drops me down again, his sack slapping against my skin.
This isn’t love making, it’s hot, hard, frantic fucking. On another punishing blow, my climax tears me apart. My orgasm lasts an age, my muscles greedily squeezing his cock as he works me down with delicious, controlled turns of his hips. I didn’t feel his release but he’s still throbbing inside me when I finally come to and my muscles begin to relax.
On our way back, rain starts to spit and the temperature falls to a little above freezing. Shivers have taken over my body by the time we park the Harley back in its space in the garage. Gregory takes my hands in his and blows hot air between them.
‘That was unbelievable, thank you,’ I say.
He brings my hands to his lips and presses his warm skin against mine. ‘The ride?’ he asks mischievously.
‘Both rides,’ I say, pushing his shoulder away from me.
I bathe in a ceramic, white tub with floor taps set in the middle of a marble-tiled room with original wooden beams drawing lines overhead. As I lie in flickering candlelight, jasmine-scented bubbles cover my body to my neck, shielding me from the cold of the dark night. The sound of Billie Myers’s ‘Kiss the Rain’ drifts up the staircase, I suspect from the lounge.
I dry my body and slip into a black, silk, floor-length nightgown. Unleashed from a gold slide, my hair falls across one shoulder.
Candles and a roaring log fire light the lounge. Gregory is pouring two glasses of red wine on the rustic, oak coffee table where he’s laid a selection of hors d’oeuvres. He’s washed and changed into a different pair of dark jeans, hair still wet. The candlelight shows the toned contours of his bare chest. He’s spread a thick fur throw in front of the fire.
He stills when the wood floor creaks under my feet and watches me as I make my way towards him, where he runs a hand down my neck, over my silk gown to the small of my back. He kisses me once and lets his lips linger on mine.
With a glass of wine, I rest down onto the fur throw.
‘I’m sorry in advance but, well, you made it so appealing to me, I googled you.’
At first, I think he looks annoyed, then joins me and lies back, resting his elbow onto the throw and his head in his hand. He pulls two olives and an anchovy from a cocktail stick with his teeth.
‘Despite the fact I asked you not to?’
‘Temptation got the better of me.’
‘Well, I guess that makes us even,’ he says.
‘How so?’
‘I googled you a long time ago, Scarlett. Rather, my security team did. I needed them to do a little due diligence before I let you work for me.’
I scowl in jest then sip my drink.
‘So you dated Elise Alonso?’ I ask, trying to mask my feeling of utter inadequacy.
He sighs, then rests back with his hands interlaced behind his head, his chest exposed and inviting. ‘We dated two or maybe three times, that’s all. The press blew that up into something it never was.’
‘She’s beautiful.’
‘She’s a supermodel; that’s her job,’ Gregory says, almost irritated.
‘I guess. There was a picture of you with Princess Clara, too, and at the Cannes Film Festival no less.’
‘Get here,’ he says, encouraging me to lean back on one arm, a mirror of him.
He runs a firm palm along the silk covering my thigh, then slides it across my hip and continues his long, smooth stroke up my abdomen, through my cleavage. My eyes close as my body submits to his touch. He gently sucks my neck then nips my lobe. ‘I’ve never met a woman who’s beautiful and intelligent and makes me forget everything and everyone else in the world. I have this insane, insatiable need whenever I’m around you and when I’m not, I just want to hear your voice, to see your face.’
