SEVENTEEN
ROWAN
“So, you and Andrew? How did you meet? Have you been together a while?” Jasper asked as we stood beside the rental car.
“We met about a month ago.” I wasn’t keen to divulge more details, even though I knew Jasper would keep them in confidence. I needed a few days of perfect paradise, and I didn’t want to think about work or the fact that Andrew was my employee.
“You’ve never brought anyone here before, not even Jojo.” Jasper smiled knowingly, and I sighed.
“Okay, get it all out J.” I shook my head. “First Dylan and Rafe and now you. Andrew and I are just spending a few days together, that’s all. It’s nothing serious. Sun and fun and… hopefully lots of fun.” I grinned at him.
“You didn’t answer my question, how did you meet?” Jasper leaned against the car and popped his sunglasses on his head. I looked away from his stare and admired the lush garden around me instead.
“Does it matter?” I bit out. I didn’t want a lecture about bad choices. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, J. It’s complicated. We’re here because we need privacy. I really like him, and I just want three days. That’s all.” Three days should be plenty of time for Andrew and me to rid ourselves of whatever this was, I reasoned. Even though I knew in my gut that I was lying to myself.
Jasper stared at me with concern in his hazel eyes and nodded. “I didn’t mean to pry, Ro. But if you need to talk, I’m here.” He pointed to the hotel. “Come on. Let’s get your bags dropped off and then you and Andrew can start your vacation.”
I followed Jasper into the air-conditioned foyer and up the stairs to the third level.
“We put you in the corner suite this time. We just renovated the balcony.”
“Perfect.” I replied as we walked the long hallway and opened the mahogany door to room twenty. The rooms had a beachy, laid-back design, with lots of natural wood accents and bright tropical touches. The king-sized four-poster bed dominated the space, with a sheer canopy that provided a romantic touch. My body started to heat when I thought about Andrew lying naked with me on those satiny sheets. Three days. And nights.
“I’m heading back down to return some calls. Text or call if you need anything.”
“Thanks, J.” I smiled at my friend as he left the room. I dropped our bags on the floor near the bed and reached for the patio door. Opening it wide, I stepped out onto the secluded terrace and enjoyed the soft sounds of the waves and the bright sunshine that hit my face. I stayed there for a few minutes, taking in the beauty of the surroundings, the quiet hum of nature at its finest.
A door clicked behind me, and I turned to find Andrew standing at the foot of the bed. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off him all morning, and now was no different. He wore those tight black shorts again and a matching T-shirt and his hair was mussed from the ocean breeze, a small smile on his beautiful face. He was staring intently at the bed, just like I had when I first entered the room. Imagining all the delicious ways we would corrupt each other…
The clock was ticking down. There wasn’t a moment to waste.
I stepped back into the bedroom and closed the patio door behind me, locking out the world around us. Our total privacy unleashed the churning desire I’d been carrying around for weeks. Andrew turned his head, and when his intense brown eyes met mine, I swore I felt an unexpected pang near my heart that was just as powerful as the fierce ache in my cock.
Without a word, Andrew stripped off his shirt and shorts, and fucking hell, he’d gone commando? If I’d known, I would’ve been tempted to tell him to pull off to the side of the road and fucked him in the car, bystanders be damned. I took a long moment to savor every detail of Andrew’s long, sexy body. His taut muscles were covered in a sheen of sweat, every inch of his defined pecs and abs just begging to be licked and bitten. Dark hair sprinkled over his chest and stomach led to a tempting happy trail that surrounded his cock and balls. His cock was curled up toward his stomach and leaking pre-cum, the smell driving me out of my mind. I stripped off my shorts and shirt and watched Andrew’s molten gaze as he looked his fill in return. My hands shook as my heart began to beat faster, so fast it felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.
“Come here,” I demanded, and Andrew sauntered toward me. Before I could utter another word, he slipped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep, devouring kiss. We ate at each other’s mouths, hot tongues tangling with a passion so explosive I saw nothing, knew nothing, but his perfect taste. He moaned, and I nipped at his full lower lip, then licked it soothingly, trying to calm us both down, my climax already threatening to break loose. From a kiss? What was this man doing to me?
“Get on your knees, but don’t touch yourself,” I murmured against his lips, and I felt his answering grin.
“Yes, sir.” Andrew complied readily, and my body shook with restrained desire.
I walked around him and surveyed his body, inhaling his familiar spicy scent, then leaned in and whispered in his ear. “When we get back on board, you better not call me sir, or I will strip you down, bend you over my desk, and fuck you until you scream. I’d cover your tempting mouth though, so you wouldn’t draw attention,” I noticed Andrew’s trembling. “Would you like that? I’d gag you and give your arse the rough pounding it deserves for teasing me.” The filthy words poured right out of me, and I grew harder as the images flashed in my mind.
Andrew’s cock twitched and pre-cum leaked out the tip. My boy was just as turned on as I was.
“I see you like that idea. Do you fantasize about fucking in my office? Maybe the sundeck? Your bunk?”
He smiled. “I’m pleased to work long and hard for you. Sir.”
A tremor seized my body at his bold pronunciation. Andrew was on his knees, but I was the one ready to submit. To him and to the fantasy that he inspired as every one of my senses electrified, ravenous for more.
I stood in front of him again and grabbed hold of my aching dick, tugging firmly as Andrew’s eyes tracked my every movement. He licked his lips, and I continued to jack myself, teasing him, wanting to draw out our initial pleasure for as long as possible.
“Ro,” he whispered. “Touch me.”
“Open your mouth.”
Andrew leaned in, and I guided my throbbing dick to his lips, mesmerized as he swallowed me down, the feel of his hot, wet mouth surrounding my hard cock making my eyes roll back. He grabbed the base of my dick with one hand and proceeded to turn me inside out, sliding me deep down his throat, his moans vibrating, and I couldn’t control the shudder that racked my body. His other hand slid up my thigh and to my aching balls. He tugged firmly, and I grabbed Andrew’s hair, urging him on until I felt my balls tighten.