He’s wearing a tailored black dress shirt, the top buttons undone to reveal a glimpse of his chest, paired with matching slim dress slacks and black dress shoes. He’s always in a suit or dressed up, but this doesn’t look like his normal attire.
“I’ve got a little something planned for us that I think you will absolutely love.”
“You always have something planned for us. What is it?” I ask with excitement in my voice. “Are we going on another tour?”
Even though Florian is constantly surprising me, I still hate surprises. I believe he’s trying to change my mind about them, but I’d rather know what’s going on instead of waiting until the end. I’m impatient, which is something he’s gotten used to.
We’ve been out exploring the island and have gone to a couple of outdoor markets only a few times since we’ve been here. Because my morning sickness has been terrible, Florian has tried to make me as comfortable as possible. Now that my nausea is calm today, there’s a lot more I want to see of the place.
“It’s a surprise, Beauty.”
I huff and frown, which only causes his smile to annoyingly widen. “Why are you smiling, Florian?” I ask with my hands on my hips. “You know I hate surprises.”
“I do know you hate them, but you’re going to love this one.”
That’s what he always says. I roll my eyes at him, frustrated that he likes to do this to me.
“Come with me,” he says, intertwining our fingers before I can respond.
I don’t hesitate to go with him as he pulls me toward the entrance of our home in Cyprus.
“Where are we going, Florian?”
“You’ll see.”
Florian wasted no time in making one of my dreams come true. Cyprus is one place I’ve always wanted to visit, but with my dance schedule, I’ve always had to put vacationing on the back burner. Now that I’m on maternity leave, we finally have time to do some of the things I’ve put off for years before our daughter is born.
I slide into the back seat of our car and sigh in annoyance. I’m pissed that he’s not telling me where we’re going, and it’s very annoying that he knows it irks me and doesn’t care.
After he slides in beside me, he grabs my feet, places them in his lap, and removes my sandals.
“God, Florian, that feels so good,” I moan as he massages the soles of my feet.
I know he’s trying to distract me, so I’m not irritated. It’s definitely working.
He pauses for a moment, and I can feel the intensity of his desire in the way he gazes at me. “If you moan like that again, I’m going to have to stuff your mouth full of my dick.”
Heat radiates across my face, making my skin feel like it’s on fire. I can only imagine the look on Hugo’s face upon hearing Florian’s words. The man says what he wants to say no matter who’s around. He has absolutely no filter.
“Florian! Hugo can hear you,” I whisper yell, with wide eyes, as heat sears my skin and pools between my thighs. I want to ask him to follow through with his threat once we get to wherever we are going.
“Do you think I give a damn that he can hear me?” he says, pressing a button on the handle of his door. “But, for you, I’ll fix it.”
A dark screen rises, separating us from the front of the car to give us some privacy. Before I can reply, he returns to rubbing my feet, and I forget what I wanted to say.
I close my eyes and relax. His calloused hands feel so good. I also have a lot of swelling in my feet and ankles with this pregnancy. Florian has been amazing at giving me massages to help make me more comfortable during this pregnancy.
One of his hands trails from my feet up my calf, and I moan. I open my legs a little more and scoot a little closer to him. Hisdeep chuckle vibrates through the car, causing my eyes to pop open. “What’s so funny?”
“You’re horny.”
I roll my eyes again, letting out a sigh because he knows exactly what he’s doing. With this pregnancy, I’ve been cranky, and the only way he’s been able to calm me down has been by giving me amazing orgasms after his amazing massages. I’m definitely not complaining. He’s a master with his tongue, cock, and fingers.
“Well, what are you going to do about it, Mr. Larsson?”
He lets out a chuckle, grazing his fingertips along the wet folds of my pussy. “No panties?” he asks with his brow arched.
“I didn’t like that I could see them through my dress.” I open my legs wider. “And it makes it easier for you to make me feel good.”
