Passion Overseas: A Billionaire BWWM Holiday Romance (2 page)

“
You
know, I have to admit. I love the fact that you are wearing a dress,”
he said in a whisper. “This dress,” he added as he slid
even closer and placed a hand on her thigh. He leaned in and kissed
her softly leaving her longing for more. The brief touch of his lips
against hers made her want more. She looked around nervously and let
her hand slip under the table. He felt a shiver go through his body
when her hand brushed against his crotch. She could feel his hardness
against his crotch.

They suddenly got
lost in each other as if the entire restaurant did not exist because
the next thing was her slow movement up and down his crotch. She
longed to feel his mouth on hers. He leaned in and kissed her softly
as she rubbed his cock making her moan into her mouth. He pulled away
and looked into her eyes. At this rate, they would be booked for
being indecent. She pulled her hand away from his crotch and he put
his hand back on the table wondering why he had not caressed her when
he had a chance. She looked at him and felt herself blushing when she
saw the waiter coming back with their order. She didn’t even
know what he had ordered for them but the aroma was tantalizing.
Whatever it was, she was ready to dig in.

“
I
hope you are going to love the pilaf prepared Greek style,” he
said as he took a hot towel from the waiter.

“
Wait,
I thought pilaf was something from the Middle East or India,”
Erica said, cleaning her hands.

“
It
is. But the Greeks have a way of sprucing it up. They serve it up
with chicken kabobs perfectly marinated, juicy and spicy…and
that salad you like,” Daniel said with a smile. “You will
love it.”

“
Oh,
I know I will,” she said as the waiter poured her a glass of
chilled white wine. “Oh holy Ramsey!” she said in a loud
whisper after she bit into a piece of chicken. It was like heaven on
spicy steroids. “I am almost sad that I actually wanted to
choose a movie over this,” she said as she took a bite of her
rice. “And their feta cheese is so…perfect,” she
said in between bites. Daniel couldn’t help but smile as he
watched her. This was the most perfect dinner she had ever had to
date. The two were excited as they ate and they were having a hard
time keeping their hands to themselves. So when she finally felt his
hand on her knee, she sighed in relief and slightly parted her knees
giving him more access. She was happy they got a booth rather than
the usual table because she was sure everyone could see what was
going on under the table. Her prayers were finally answered when the
restaurant lights were dimmed to switch the establishment to the
evening theme.

And that was just
what Daniel needed. He held her neck and kissed her deeply, he just
couldn’t help it. And the more he tried stopping, the more
tongue he gave her. He was insatiable.

He caressed her
smooth thighs lovingly as she pursed her lips together to ensure she
did not moan out loud. He ran his hand from her knee and worked it up
her dress making her pussy get increasingly wet. She wanted to tell
him to stop just so she could ensure he would have his way with her
back in the suite but somehow the words just never made it out of her
mouth. All she knew was that when her lips parted to talk, she just
ended up moaning softly. She pulled him against her and kissed him
deeply. Daniel took this as a sign to go further and pushed his hand
further up her dress and pulled her panties aside.

She threw her head
back and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt him
push a finger into her wetness. She shivered when he began running
his finger up and down her slit. It was almost too much for her and
were it not for the way he was kissing her, she was sure that
everyone in the restaurant would have heard her as she moaned out
loud. He pulled away from her and looked around.

“
I
want to do more to you,” he whispered.

“
Should…should
we leave?” she asked in a whisper. Even in the darkness, she
could see his smile. She gasped in surprise when he got under the
table and pulled her panties completely off. She tried looking as
normal as she could as she felt him spreading her legs. She was
shivering all over as he began fingering her hard and long. It felt
so good to have him touch her, to have him do what he was doing. She
took a long sip of her wine trying to mask her obvious emotion. She
longed to hold his head against hers and kiss him deeply as she
begged for more. She had her eyes closed when the waiter walked up to
where she was.

“
Madam,
is everything to your liking?” he asked making her open her
eyes. She smiled uncomfortably and nodded.

“
Everything
is fine. Thank you,” she said and then pursed her lips together
when he looked at her. “My friend will be right back so if we
could please just have the check…” she paused when she
felt him pushing two fingers into her already dripping pussy. “Just
charge it to the room actually,” she said almost breathlessly.
The waiter smiled and nodded.

“
Of
course, madam,” he said before he walked away.

“
Daniel…we
need to leave. Now!” she said as he pulled his fingers out of
her.

“
Are
we clear,” Daniel asked as he peeked at her. She nodded and
shifted her weight as he pulled himself up. He brought his fingers to
his lips and licked off her juices. He took her hand and led her out
of the restaurant. It was not until they were in the elevator that
she realized she didn’t have any panties on.

“
My
panties…” she started.

“
In
my pocket,” he said without looking at her. “You know
what, I can’t wait this long,” he said as he pulled the
emergency stop on the elevator. He pressed her against the wall and
lifted her leg up to give him access to her perfectly wet pussy. He
was moaning into her mouth, and caressing his tongue against hers as
he pushed his finger in and out of her. He loved how wet and tight
she was. He pulled away from her and looked at her face. He loved the
way her face was grimaced in pleasure. It was the same thing he had
wanted to see ten minutes earlier when he was fingering her under the
table. She held a handful of hair and nibbled on his neck.

“
I
want to make you cum, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “You
want me to make you cum?” he asked in a teasing voice. She
nodded and kissed him deeply. “Say it,” he said when he
pulled back.

“
I
want you to make me cum baby,” she said in a gasp as he began
rubbing her clit using his thumb. He added a second finger inside her
making her throw her head back. At this moment, he was now fucking
her as hard as he could, wishing that he was balls deep inside her.
She tightened her grip around his shoulders and squeezed her legs
around his hand. Her eyes were closed tight as she felt her orgasm
build up in her. He began nibbling on her neck as he fingered her
harder and deeper until she couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m
going to…I’m going to cum baby…slow down…”
she moaned quietly but he was not going to give in to her pleas. He
was fucking her harder and deeper as her orgasm engulfed his fingers.
He felt his cock twitch when her hot fluids slipped out onto his
hand. He pulled away from her and looked at her. She was still
shaking. He let her leg slowly fall back to the ground as she took
his hand in hers and raised it to her mouth. She licked herself off
his fingers and he pressed a button resuming the elevator mechanism.
They both knew that the elevator would smell of sex but they didn’t
really care. Erica was exhausted as they walked to their suite but
something at the back of her mind made her realize that she was
definitely going to get a mind blowing fuck…or give one.

When Emily finally
landed at home, she was exhausted but somehow she still had that
spring in her step. It could have very well been because of the
shopping spree she had gone on during her layover in Paris. She
couldn’t wait to get home and just put them all on. She and her
sister still had the crazy teenage new clothes binge. She felt
strands of her hair caressing the back of her neck making her realize
that somewhere between the plane and the customs desk, her hairclip
had fallen off. She raked her fingers through her hair and held it
back in a ponytail securing it all in a bun. But it was still not
good enough. She raked her fingers through her hair again and quickly
braided it. She tucked the braid in ensuring that it was well secured
before she moved on in the queue. She was just about to get her
passport stamped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“
Emily?”
she heard a male voice that made her turn around.

“
Yeah?”
she asked turning around but as soon as she saw who had just called
her name, she regretted ever being there. She was standing face to
face with her sister’s ex. The same man who had given her
sister so much grief. “Eli,” she said under her breath as
she turned around. She stepped up to the customs agent and handed him
her passport.

“
Hey,
Em,” he said standing behind her. “You look…good,”
he said in a low voice. She turned around and forced out a cynical
laugh.

“
I
know,” she said as she took her passport back from the agent.
She was feeling a bit riled up as she walked to the baggage claim
area. She was not sure what she was supposed to do. Given a choice,
she knew that her sister would have probably advised her to stand
down and she was struggling to keep her cool as she looked at the
moving luggage but Eli was still following her.

“
Hey
Emily….Em…Emily please. I just want to talk to you,”
Eli pleaded as he followed her. Emily rolled her eyes. She
unknowingly clenched her fist around the strap of her bag and began
counting down. But he was still talking. “Emily,” Eli
said as he touched her shoulder again. She turned around and looked
at him.

“
I
really have to look at this so I can see my damn bags when they get
here,” she said. “What the hell do you want?” she
asked trying hard not to talk back. He looked at her and took a deep
long breath.

“
I
just wanted to apologize,” he said in a soft voice.

“
You
are apologizing to the wrong twin, asshole,” she said shaking
her head.

Eli laughed
uncomfortably.

“
Wow,
that’s harsh,” he said in a whisper.

She rolled her eyes
at him and shook her head.

“
Harsh
would be getting your balls under the wheel of my car and driving
back and forth until they look like hash browns and then just for the
fun of it, cut them off and force them down your bloody throat,”
she said in a low voice before she turned around just in time to grab
two of her bags from the luggage belt. She loaded them onto a trolley
while Eli was looking at her obviously trying to find the right words
to say in this situation. He looked at her and sighed.

“
Listen,
obviously you have some kind of anger towards me and I don’t
blame you. I would too. But I would really like a chance to explain
myself,” he said.

Emily shook her head
and began walking out of the area.

“
If
only I had a gun right now,” she thought as she made her way
out.

“
Emily
please,” Eli was now walking up to her, pushing his own trolley
as he went on.

“
I
have nothing to say to you Eli and I swear if you keep on bothering
me, I will become homicidal,” she said without turning around.

“
Em…”
Eli said as he abandoned his trolley and walked round to stop in
front of hers. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Please.
Just let me have twenty minutes.”

She rolled her eyes
and shook her head. “Too long.”

“
Okay…fifteen?”

“
Ten.
I’m jet lagged and tired. I just had a bloody thirteen hour…”
her voice trailed off as she looked at her watch. “Fourteen
hour flight,” she said. He nodded graciously and walked back to
his trolley.

“
Good
enough. Coffee?” he asked as he pushed his trolley to where she
was.

“
Not
good enough,” she said as she made her way out to one of the
airport cafes. She walked right to a table in the middle of the café
and sat down. “I’ll have a latte and a slice of red
velvet please,” she said when a waiter walked up to their
table.

“
And
you sir?” he asked.

“
Just
a macchiato for me,” Eli said. He looked at Emily who had her
arms crossed on her chest as the waiter walked away. “I know
this is weird for you…” he started. Again, Emily forced
out a cynical laugh.

“
What
the hell is going through that stupid head of yours? Weird is when
you walk in on your best friend having sex in your bed. This,”
she said pointing to him and then back to herself. “This is
just plain crazy,” she added matter of factly.

Eli looked at her and
nodded. “Okay. I probably deserve that.”

“
Probably?
Try most definitely,” she said. She looked at him and rolled
her eyes for the umpteenth time. “Why am I here, Eli? And
answer knowing that the homicidal thoughts I was talking about
earlier, are almost in full swing right now,” she added.

“
Clearly
you are not the same wonderfully friendly person I once knew,”
he said. She shrugged as the waiter came back with their order. She
looked up at the waiter and smiled in gratitude. Eli was surprised
that the same person who had talked about homicide just minutes
earlier was actually capable of smiling. The smile faded almost as
immediately as it had appeared when the waiter walked away. She took
a sip of her latte and then took a bite of her cake. Eli couldn’t
help but wonder if she was thinking of using the fork she had in her
hand as a weapon. “I know that you probably don’t want to
hear anything I have to say but the truth is that I have to make
things right with your sister and this is the only way I know how,”
he started. Emily was staring daggers at him as she took another
bite. “You know, the whole thing that went down with me and
Erica…” he started before she put her hand up.