He peeled off his clothes and slipped under the covers, keeping a distance between them. He lay still, trying to ignore the warmth of her body, her scent, the soft sigh of her breath. But he was too tired to fight the jolt his cock gave, just from lying next to her.
She had opened a dam in him, one that he had worked so hard to build and maintain. One that had made him successful. But she was leaving tomorrow. Just once, he could let himself go back to the day when her father was out of town. The day when they anchored her boat in the deserted cove miles south of Miami. When the juice from overripe peaches dripped between her breasts, and he licked up the trail of sweetness. When they dove naked into the ocean, and he watched her climb out, water dripping down her luscious body. When he leaned back against the warm seats as she played with his cock, exploring, asking what he liked best. When she asked him if he’d put his finger up her ass, just to see what it was like. And she loved it. The day had been perfect. It still was perfect as long as he didn’t let his mind go to what happened later.
No, he wasn’t going there, so he switched to something dirtier. Turning back time to the hotel bar, when that fucker Donovan was drooling over her. In his fantasy version, Simon would press her into the bar and coax her mouth open with a deep, long kiss, right in front of the guy. Maybe Donovan’s room would be next to hers so the wanker could listen as Simon fucked her. Listen to her moan his name as he came inside her. Simon’s dirty thoughts cranked into high gear. Maybe that fucker would watch.
Before Simon could think better of it, his hand was on his cock. Goddamn, he was hard now. How the hell was he going to sleep like this?
Marianna rolled closer, and he froze.
“Getting started without me?” she asked, her voice husky.
Simon let out a choked laugh. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”
“No,” she said, moving closer. “I’m supposed to get one more night with you. Whatever you want.”
He stilled, his heart pounding in overdrive. He no longer knew what he wanted. Actually, there were a few things...
Simon reached for her and coaxed her so she was on her side, her back against his chest. His cock jutted out against her ass, demanding.
“Tomorrow you need to do what I tell you,” he whispered in her ear. “You need a little practice? We can do that right now.”
“Yes.”
Fuck, this was getting hot fast.
“What were you thinking about when you slipped your hand under your boxers, Simon?”
He must have stiffened a little because she laughed.
“You think I won’t be into it?” she asked. “You’ll never know unless you tell me.”
This was true. And they’d say goodbye tomorrow anyway. But it was too much to bring up that boat trip. He didn’t want to make this about something real between them. Dirty fantasies would be easier.
Simon rolled over onto his side and rested on his elbow, smiling a little. “I was thinking about what it would be like to have someone watch as I kissed you. Listen as I fucked you.”
Her breath hitched.
“Maybe even watch that, too,” he whispered.
Marianna moaned softly, squirming, moving her body closer.
“Someone in particular?” Her voice was low, sultry.
His hand glided down her body, and her breaths came faster. Yes, she was into this, too.
“That guy Donovan.” He urged her onto her stomach, facedown, and held himself over her again. “What do you think about that,Princesa?”
He slid his boxers off and pressed his aching cock against the silky heaven of her panties.
“I could never be that guy who sits next to you at your charity events and smiles politely at all the other assholes who look down your dress.”
She pushed up onto her hands and knees. He lifted her top and tugged at her panties, lowering them.
“I want him to watch. With his hand on his cock. Watch all the things he’ll never try with you. All the things I’ll do.”
“You like that, Simon?” she whispered.
“Fuck, yes.”
