“The person who took you on the tour wasn’t your boss but the man who wants you. I hope you understood that. From the moment the meeting ended today until we return to London, you are mine.”
Her cheeks redden as she nods in agreement.
“What else did you like about what you’ve seen so far?” I change the subject because my intention is to seduce her, not embarrass her.
She smiles again. “I can’t say for sure. The whole city is beautiful, so rich in culture. But I think it was the spice market.”
I lean back in my chair, surprised by her answer. A section of the market was cleared by security along with the local police so we could visit. I took her there because I wanted to show her a glimpse of the real Istanbul, not just what’s in the tourist guides.
“What is it?” she asks.
“I thought you would say some of the buildings.”
“Oh, yes. For now, though, I can only talk about what we saw from the outside, as we didn’t go inside any of the buildings. The Blue Mosque[9] looks beautiful. The Dolmabahçe Palace[10] on the shores of the Bosphorus looks like it came straight out of a dream, but I was seduced by the smells of the market.”
“Seduced?”
“Yes, it’s impossible to walk there without feeling your senses heightened.”
You have the power to heightenmysenses, and I can’t wait to test the lust you awaken in me, my girl.
One of my employees appears and places a tray of Turkish sweets on the table.
“Oh my God. I’m sure I’ll put on some weight, but I can’t resist.”
I watch as she picks up a piece of baklava, cut into small squares, and puts it in her mouth.
Her eyes close as she savors the dessert, and that’s my limit.
I stand up to go to her and lift Madeline in my arms. I move some plates away from the table to place her on it. I position myself between her thighs and without taking my eyes off her, I bring her honey-coated fingers to my lips and suck on them one by one.
She moans.
Her dress rose up with the movement, giving me a complete view of her thighs, and I let my hand roam over her bare flesh. “You’re shaking, Madeline.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Scared?”
She shakes her head. “Eager for more.”
I pull her to the edge of the table, pressing out bodies together, and I can almost feel her heart beating fast. “Desire,albi[11]. Your body wants to give in.”
She blushes but places her hands on the table behind her, silently offering herself.
With both my hands on her ass, I lift her up, making her wrap her legs around my waist.
Madeline is light as a feather, and I only need one arm to support her. With my other hand, I pull her to me by the nape of her neck, keeping her mouth where I want it.
When our lips touch, waves of uncontrollable desire wash over us simultaneously.
She responds to the kiss with desperate surrender. She mimics my movements, demanding my mouth.
Her rigid nipples press against my chest. I walk towards the second floor to shield her from my employees’ eyes. Although they are paid not to see anything, I feel territorial about her. I don’t want anyone else witnessing her pleasure.
Madeline clings to me, squeezing, scratching, moaning, and I am already completely lost in the lust she arouses in me.
Our physical response to each other is almost violent. As if neither of us can get enough.
