A Gentleman's Affair (22 page)

“Well, that too,” I add grinning widely. A
sultry wink ensues as I eagerly join her in my bed, carefully
laying my body on top of hers.

Our eyes are now fixed on one another’s, our
desire for each other finally apparent. This is it. For two long
months I have dreamed about, i.e.: masturbated to the thought of,
this happening.

Fucking rules.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I lean
in for what I intend to be one long, passionate kiss. It doesn’t
take long for my cock to realize that this won’t be another “solo”
effort. This time, there will actually be a girl involved.

We are both elated.

Our lips still locked in a heated kiss, I
decide that it’s time to get this show on the road. One hand is
buried in her hair at the nape of her neck, the other is making its
way up the soft skin of her long, bronzed leg.

She begins to moan as my hand reaches her
thigh. Mmm. To hear her moaning, in my bed no less. Elated seems
like such a small word for what I’m feeling now.

Our clothes now being the only thing
standing between us getting to where we both want to be, I break
the kiss just long enough to slide that white dress off of her
toned, beautiful body.

She quickly reciprocates, as she removes my
shirt. Her eyes lock on mine as she undoes my pants and pushes them
down as far as she can get them. I pull a quick MacGyver-like move,
kicking them off the rest of the way and, without missing a beat, I
quickly move back on top of her, returning my lips to hers.

My hand moves slowly down her body, making
its first stop at her perfect breasts. Her nipples are already
erect and begging to be played with, and I am more than happy to
give them what they want.

She moans softly as I roll one nipple, then
the other, between my thumb and forefinger. I break the kiss again,
but only long enough to give each nipple more attention…my tongue
swirling, licking, devouring those “pert” sweet desserts of
hers.

My hand continues down, gliding across her
stomach, as it finally makes its way between her legs, or as I like
to call it, "heaven on earth". Her legs instinctively fall open
allowing my fingers the access they crave.

I slip a finger deep inside of her, and she
responds with a soft moan as her hips start to move against the
rhythm of my thrusts. In no time, I slide in a second finger and
begin to fuck her slowly at first, allowing her body’s movements to
guide me along.

The moans, hip rolls and all that delicious
gyrating only urges me to move my thumb to her clit, now throbbing
and begging to get in the game. My cock is bursting at the seams to
get involved, but a true gentleman always takes care of his lady
first.

My fingers continue to thrust in and out of
her but more furiously now. And that, combined with my thumb
applying just the right pressure to her clit, pushes her to a
delicious body-convulsing orgasm, accompanied with more moans, loud
screams, and the writhing of her beautiful body all over my bed,
nearly destroying the sheets.

I give her a moment to recover but am now
greedy to be inside of her. So I position myself between her long,
toned legs, lean in for an intense deep kiss, and slide my insanely
hard cock deep inside of her. She wraps her legs tight around my
waist as our bodies begin to move slowly together. Now I know just
what heaven feels like.

Scarlett is heaven.

Heavy breathing ensues. Christ this feels
good. Next time I decide to take a sexual hiatus, someone please
stop me. Or kill me for being so fucking stupid. But again, I
digress.

Back to the naked girl in my bed…

Her soft hands glide through my hair then
down the back of my neck. My thrusts are slow and methodical at
first, her hips roll deliciously in response. I feel her nails dig
deep into my skin, dragging long scratches down my back as her body
cries out for more.

And I give her more. Much more.

There is only one thing that can follow an
afternoon filled with hot sex: sleep.

We wake up, arms and legs still
strategically wrapped around one another’s, my mind—and hopefully
hers—still reeling from our steamy afternoon tryst.

“Donovan, what are you thinking right now?”
she whispers, as we lie together in my dark bedroom.

“Honestly?”

“No, please lie to me.” She giggles.

“Hilarious.” I smirk. “I’m thinking,” I
glance over at the time on the clock on my wall adjacent to my bed
and say, “that its way past my feeding time. Are you hungry?”

“Always.” She winks at me as she sits up.
“You know me.”

“Join me in a shower first?” I get out of
bed, making my way to the bathroom, and checking over my shoulder
to make sure that she’s following.

“Okay. But I can’t get my face wet, I don’t
have my make-up bag with me,” she laughs, stepping into the shower
with me.

“Like you need any of that shit anyway,
baby.” I shake my head, leaning down to turn on the water.

“Yeah, you don’t want to see me without it.
Very scary,” she teases, nodding her head.

“Oh, I can just imagine…” And I spin her
around under the spray of the showerhead, making sure that her
entire face gets showered with the warm water.

“Fuck…Donovan!” she screams out, trying to
get control of the mascara that is now streaming down her
cheeks.

“I’m sorry?” I laugh. Grabbing a washcloth,
I pour face cleanser on it then gently remove any sign of smeared
mascara. “There. All better.”

She blinks open her eyes and glares up at me
and the shit-eating grin that I have plastered across my face.

“Now look at me.” She drops her head in a
pout.

“You are exquisite,” I respond, lifting her
chin and forcing her eyes to meet mine again. “Absolutely
perfect…just like this.”

I lean in for a kiss, as an offer of
apology, for “ruining”—her words, not mine—her makeup. After about
ten minutes, she decides to forgive me.

We finish our shower, get dressed and leave
the hotel for a nice, long, romantic dinner.

Hopefully to be followed with another round
of…dessert.

Chapter
Twenty-two

~All work and no play?~

After a long exhausting week-and-a-half of
redecorating, La Fuga is beginning to look like an entirely
different place. It would have been more grueling if it weren’t for
Scarlett and her beautiful smile to brighten up each day, making
this process actually somewhat enjoyable.

The lobby and restaurant are both finished.
The new paint is done, the hardwood floors are in, and the
furniture is now in place. We are taking each floor one-by-one as
we redo the suites until finally, my penthouse. 

Scarlett, now having spent plenty of time in
my penthouse, has put in her bid on a new bed. Funny, she wasn’t
too concerned with my bed before…but she has impeccable taste so I
have decided to let her run with it.

After a long day of decorating, we order in
food from a local sushi restaurant and relax at my place. As she
empties the containers and loads up our plates for dinner, she
takes a long look around the kitchen, making suggestions for even
more re-decorating.

“You really need to let me redo this
kitchen, Donovan. It needs a woman’s touch,” she says
matter-of-factly as she looks around the room—her head no doubt
swarming with ideas.

“Not until we christen it,” I remind her.
Yes, we’ve had this conversation before. But with all that is going
on in the hotel, we haven’t found time yet. At least, not for the
kitchen. The couch, the shower, the living room floor... but not
the kitchen.

“I know, I know,” she giggles in that
oh-so-adorable way that only she can do.

“No time like the present…” I smirk, picking
her up and setting her on the kitchen counter.

“You’re so bad.” She smirks right back as
she swallows a piece of sushi that she was already working on.

“And?” I ask, brow raised. “Is that a
problem?” I grin playfully as I hike her sundress up around her
waist, crashing my lips to hers at the same time for a deep, wet,
passionate kiss. My lips move methodically, beginning at her long
neck until they have covered every inch of her luscious body. My
mouth hungrily reaching its intended destination, my face now
happily buried between her thighs.

“Mmm, I think so…” she whispers, arching her
back. Her body begins to quiver in response to my tongue devouring
her warm, soaked pussy. “Baby…I, mmm… just cleaned this
counter.”

Holding in a chuckle at her smart-ass reply,
I slide my tongue along her wet lips, finally swirling it around
her engorged clit. Her moans become louder, and her hips begin to
gyrate as I insert two fingers deep inside of her, deliberately
pumping them in and out slowly, knowing how that drives her
insane.

My cock is now twitching out of control. I
need to be inside of her…and now. But there is the matter of this
freshly cleaned counter, and far be it for me to make a mess.

“Hmm. Well, in that case…” Smirking, I slide
my hands under her ass, place my lips back on hers as she quickly
wraps her arms around my neck, her legs tight around my waist. She
presses her body hard against my chest, her tongue expertly teasing
mine as I move us to the nearest wall.

“Better?" I tease. With her back now pressed
firmly against the wall, I unzip my jeans and let them hit the
floor.

“Mmm, much…” She grins, responding
breathlessly, trailing soft kisses along my jawline.

“How is that wall treating you, baby girl?”
I kiss her hard again before she has a chance to answer.

I tease her dripping wet entrance with the
tip of my cock just long enough for her to be begging for me to be
inside of her. Not one to tease for too long, I quickly oblige and
slide my cock right in. My fingers dig deep into her ass as I
thrust hard—rhythmically and slow—and together we bring new meaning
to the phrase: “If you can’t take the heat, stay out of the
kitchen.”

Bring on the heat, we are tearing up the
kitchen.

Holding on for dear life, she gives my cock
the ride of its life. Her back and head are pressed firmly against
the wall, and her fingers dig deep into my shoulders as she slides
up and down along my erection.

“Damn, baby girl,” I blurt out in a low
guttural voice, tightening my grip on her ass as I move us to the
floor, laying her back on a large thick area rug.

“Breaking in the floor now, babe?" she says
breathlessly, as she crosses her ankles behind my back, happily
forcing me deeper into her.

“I’m just getting started with you,
Scarlett.”

The next morning, we get up
at dawn. I’m taking Scarlett out on my little boat, an eighty foot
Hatteras motor yacht, named,
il mio vero
amore
, which for those of you who don’t
speak Italian, means “One true love”.

Coincidence? Fate? You tell me.

We take the Hummer down to the marina, which
is less than ten minutes from La Fuga. Scarlett admits that she’s
never been on a boat, much less a yacht, and she is beaming with
excitement.

We park and walk down the
ramp to the slip where she’s moored. If you thought that Scarlett
was beaming before, you should see her now.
Il mio vero amore
is, in fact, an
impressive sight.

“This…is your little boat?” she says,
pronouncing every single syllable just for added effect.

I bought her a few years ago when I realized
that my bank account had more than enough money in it, and it
needed to take a large hit. A large hit…

“Yes,” I laugh. “Not too shabby, right?”

“Uh…not shabby at all,” she replies, her jaw
practically on the ground.

I help her aboard, then take her on a quick
tour as the small crew prepares to head out to sea. I hear gasp
after gasp, and quite a few “Oh my god”s as we walk through the
salon which has a wet bar, a flat screen and a very large black
leather sectional sofa.

Next the galley—complete with marble
countertops and wood cabinets which, of course, she loved—followed
by the large master stateroom, and finally the three smaller
staterooms.

“This is bigger than my entire apartment,
Donovan,” she laughs, still in awe.

“It is a big boat, baby girl.” I take her
hand and leave the salon. “Let’s go back up. We’re about to head
out.”

“Okay,” she replies, taking another look
around before we go up to the deck. “Will you at least tell me
where we’re going now?” She flashes me a ridiculously sugar-coated
smile, but I can see that she is only trying to butter me up for
information with that deadly grin.

“Not happening.” I wink, teasing up to the
very last minute.

The captain sounds the horn, and we are off
to Catalina Island, which I am still keeping as a surprise from
Scarlett. I have a feeling that she will continue to ask where we
are going for the hour that we’ll be on the water.

She is impatient, and I am cruel. I just
love to surprise people.

Captain Joe Ruggeri has been at the helm of
my yacht since I purchased her. He proudly served as an admiral in
the Navy, serving our country for close to thirty years. This man
has some stories, let me tell you.

“That’s not fair. Why won’t you just tell
me?” she says, puffing out her bottom lip in a dramatic pout. She
is bringing out the big guns now. How adorable.

“Look, baby girl,” I direct her attention to
three dolphins just ahead, doing jumps in the ocean.

“Oh my god, that’s so cool!” She grins from
ear to ear as we watch. “This is already the best trip ever, babe.
Thank you,” and she rewards me with a kiss.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, but the best
is yet to come,” I flash her my very best, devilishly handsome
smirk/wink combo. I know that I shouldn’t tease her like that but I
can’t resist.