She’s even more stunning than I imagined. Not that I’ve spent much time imagining her in her underwear. Much. My dick twitches in my shorts.
At this rate, I’m going to have to get back in the water. But even the subtlest of movements risks drawing her attention. I want to sit here and relish this resplendent view for as long as possible.
It’s been months since I’ve been intimate with a woman and the signs are on me.
Chloe has her mobile phone pressed to her ear, a rare smile flashing across her face. A flicker of envy rips through my chest. Who’s inciting that reaction? The only emotion I get from her is hate.
‘See you soon.’ She disconnects the call before running a hand over her lace clad breast.
An appreciative sigh slips from my lips and her head whips downwards.
‘Jayden, what the fuck? Are you spying on me?’ She grabs a towel and wraps it round her body with a glare.
‘Excuse me, Princess, but I was here minding my own business when you walked out into the broad sunlight like you were a Victoria Secrets model strutting the catwalk. What did you want me to do? I’m only fucking human.’
Even with the blush creeping into her cheeks again, she looks hot as fuck.
‘Human? You’re a goddamn animal. Your reputation precedes you.’
‘Sweetheart, if the truth of my reputation really preceded me, you wouldn’t hesitate to come down here right now and let me bury my tongue between those heavenly legs.’
Yet again, my mouth opens before I have time to question the consequences of such a galvanising statement. I can’t help it. Chloe Sexton is hot as fuck and right this second, I’d give my right arm to taste her. To witness her controlled exterior crumble and come undone under my touch.
What goes on tour stays on tour, right?
I’m in no position to date her. But if her own reputation is correct, she doesn’t do relationships, which suits me down to the ground.
A final fling.
Ryan’s words echo through my head.
Don’t fuck things up with Chloe.
Does fucking her count? Because right now that’s exactly what I’m contemplating, regardless of my other commitments.
Those commitments are merely a business transaction, after all.
Winding her up gives me a bigger thrill than what’s good for me, but truth be known, I’ve wanted her for years. And just like a fine wine, she’s got more alluring with age.
Eyes, a sinful shade of blue, flick over my naked torso in a betraying display of interest. Her tongue darts over her lips and I glimpse a sliver of raw humanity that sends a jolt of electricity surging straight to my dick.
Alas, her mouth refuses to conform to her body’s desires.
‘In your wildest dreams, Jayden. Apart from the fact I can’t stand you, and I wouldn’t let your dirty hands or mouth anywhere near me, we’re practically family, right?’
The echo of my earlier words is the last thing I hear before she slams her balcony door closed.
It may have been brief, but it was there.
I can sniff out bullshit from a mile away. And the only scent Chloe exudes is a raging musk of desire.
Given half the chance, I would actually put pleasure before business. Or at least blend the two for a few days. If only she’d give into me. I’d luxuriate in unwinding every uptight bone in that beautiful body and removing that silver spoon with my exceptionally talented tongue once and for all.
Here in Dubai, away from all my LA obligations, I can be myself again, even for a few short days.
I drag myself out of the pool and back into the villa in search of something to eat. I’m shamelessly raiding the fridge when Chloe finally emerges from her room. She’s wearing a full face of make-up and a figure-hugging black satin dress.
‘Princess, you look stunning, but you didn’t need to go to any trouble for me.’ Though winding her up is my current favourite hobby, there’s an underlying truth to my teasing.
