But only for a moment.
“Yeah,” he simply said.
She shifted her weight to dismount him when her ass grazed his now fully hard cock. There was no way she hadn’t felt it. She sucked in a quick breath and her eyes widened just a fraction, then she swung her leg wide, presumably to avoid hitting his dick. The instant her body was off him, he coughed and shifted in the bed, trying his best to hide his hard-on by sliding one foot to prop up his knee.
As if she didn’t already know it was there.
He tried not to stare at her ass as she bent over her bag, diggingout a set of clothes before heading to the bathroom. The instant the door clicked shut, he grabbed his cock to readjust himself and relieve the pressure, then leaned his head back against the headboard.
It’s always been you.
* * *
The road to Demetrios’s waslong, winding, and bumpy as fuck. Theo tried to put the morning out of his mind, focusing on the task at hand. Their little frolic in the bedroom was nothing but a momentary distraction. If they were going to find the eye, he needed to think more about the Minoans and less about how it felt to have Dani straddling him.
“I heard one of the world’s oldest olive trees is somewhere on Crete,” Dani said, leaning forward to speak with Maurice. “They think it’s like three thousand years old.” Must have been something she’d learned on her tour.
“We’re not stopping,” Maurice said as they careened down the dirt road.
Dani sat back in the seat, almost pouting. It was cute that she still wanted to see the sights. Maybe if they got out of this mess, he could take her on a private tour of Greece.
Theo quickly shook the thought away. Like she’d ever want to come back after this. Not to mention her boyfriend.
They pulled up to a giant old stone building with a large medallion with an eye and the μ on the side, most likely the mill. Rows of olive trees with their twisty trunks scattered the hillside across the property behind the building. To the right a bit farther up the driveway was a house. Theo tried picturing the Minoans in this place thousands of years ago. Who knew. Like Dani said, some of these very trees could have been that old.
All four of them got out of the car and walked over to thebuilding. “No funny business,” Maurice reminded him. “And no Greek.”
Did they really need the warning each and every time they went anywhere?
“What if they don’t speak English?” Theo asked.
“They’ll figure it out.”
Theo internally rolled his eyes. Sure, many locals spoke English, but he hated the entitlement in Maurice’s voice.
He walked up to a man pushing a wheelbarrow full of olives.
“Excuse me, do you speak English?” Theo asked.
“Yes,” the man responded.
“Is the owner here?” Theo asked.
“We don’t do tours at this facility on weekdays,” the man responded.
“Oh, we’re not tourists. We’re…”
What? How to explain to this man without setting off alarm bells?
“We’re food writers and we’re writing a book on olive oil. We heard this is one of the oldest olive oil farms in all of Greece.”
That was believable, right?
“Crete,” the man said.
Theo tipped his head, unsure of what he was getting at.
“Oldest in Crete,” the man clarified.
