We both lie there, remembering just how we took each other.
Spectacular. And life-changing.
I reach out and touch his arm gently with a finger. Harry snaps out of it and returns to the now.
“Okay,” I say. “How’s this, and it’s quite close. We switch the bar we met in, for say, a tropical island. We met on an island. And we spent time together. We do not talk about how you made me come on your fingers.”
“And we don’t talk about how perfectly tight and wet you were. Or how you bucked as you came and tightened around me.”
We are both now looking up towards the sun. We are also now trying to not look at each other. My clit is throbbing, and I am wet.
Sighing, I roll around onto my stomach. I do it in case my nipples are visibly rock hard, or my wetness shows.
As I do, I hear him sigh loudly. “Are we going to be able to do this?” he asks.
Concern creeps in for the first time, and I look over. “No, Harry. But we have to, right? You got a lot riding on it. Don’t you get distracted now, okay!”
Harry nods, almost lost. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”
“You’ll be alright. Now, let’s stay focused.”
“Right.”
“Don’t think about us fucking, okay!” Harry inhales long and slow. “You can do that as much as you like after. After the deal is done.”
We share a loaded look, and he rolls over, like me. I can see he is hard, and the poor bastard is super charged.
Even if I want him now, I do not want him to mess up this deal. Not now. Not ever.
“Thanks,” he says, disturbed and looking over. “Okay, back to business. How about family life?”
24
SAMANTHA
I rub coconut oil on my body, and I take Harry through my relatively normal upbringing. Finally, he sits up, and I can tell he is distracted. I keep rubbing the oil on my stomach and chest, and I explain my life growing up, finishing with my dear Mom.
Harry sounds interested in her, and as I finish, he looks over. “She must be cool.”
“She is,” I say, missing her.
We exchange a glance, and it’s nice. I like it when he’s more human.
“Now, you go,” I say, getting comfortable.
Slowly, Harry tells me about his own life.
He is private, but that much was obvious. It’s interesting. And interesting to see how he has become who he is. He is articulate, and I guess that makes sense.
Harry explains how he was brought up in a tight family that was ultra-private. He then explains why they were private.
He was schooled on the East Coast, but he grew up at the chateau.
He then studied at Harvard.
From around the ageof twenty, he worked in media companies, ad agencies, and entertainment companies in NYC. He was clearly some kind of hotshot, and he pitched clients’ ideas.
Then, once they approved the concepts, he would make ad campaigns for them. He oversaw the shoots and the edits and then delivered them to clients.
