“Oh god, Dylan!”
Sarah’s pussy pulsed with desire as Dylan eased the tip of his cock inside. He thrust rapidly – harder and harder; deeper and deeper – and the room spun with a wave of ecstasy that suddenly sparked out of nowhere. Sensing she was about to come, he grabbed her hips and pushed himself deeper still. As Sarah’s mind swirled with bliss, Dylan reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and making her feel completely dominated.
“Look at your beautiful self in the mirror, Sarah,” he grunted as he thrust. “You’re fucking spectacular!”
Through blurry eyes, she glanced to the side and caught the reflection of him fucking her hard. The orgasm caught fully and exploded between her legs, sweeping over her submitting body, wave upon wave – delivering tsunamis of delight and consuming her completely. Sarah’s mind and body dissolved as she flew high on the plane of pleasure, and she heard herself cry out, calling his name unashamedly – suddenly not caring if all the staff heard. She felt him come hard, deep inside, possessing her totally, which gave her another wave of joy. Then they both slowly drifted back to earth, out of breath and glowing with passionate contentment.
Sarah burst into laughter and collapsed down onto her forearms. Dylan gazed at her in the mirror. “You’re beautiful, Sarah. So beautiful.”
He eased himself out of her and crawled onto the bed, then he drew her into his arms and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. She sensed that he wanted to say something poignant – but instead they simply lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the blissful euphoria that the orgasm had brought them both, until Sarah announced she needed to get back to work – hoping that no one had really heard her enjoying the ultimate pleasure with this amazing man.
Chapter Eight
Dylan swaggered proudly next to Sarah as she led him back to the bustling lobby. His body tingled with pleasurable contentment, and he realised that fucking her out of his system hadn’t worked for the second time either. He smiled inside – better keep trying then? A busload of tourists had just arrived and were crowding around the welcome desk, meaning that the staff were now too busy to gawk at their boss. But she’d already slipped back into the act of general manager and she was striding primly by his side – it was as if the act came with the hotel. She halted in the middle of the busy marble floor and turned to face him. He was tempted to grab her and sweep her off her feet, kissing her passionately in front of everyone, but he knew it would embarrass her, so instead he said, “I sure do love your tight pussy, Ms Newell.”
Sarah’s mouth tried to laugh, but she caught it in time. She raised her voice above the hubbub. “Well, I guess this is goodbye for real.”
Dylan’s mind flashed with concern. Was she serious? Or did she just want to make him chase her? Well, he didn’t mind doing that – he loved a challenge. He raised a cool eyebrow. “No, you’re coming to the party tonight, remember?”
“I don’t recall accepting the invitation.”
Dylan reached out and took ahold of her hand, knowing she found it hard to resist his touch. “Sarah, I would be honoured if you could –”
Dylan didn’t finish his sentence because Sarah suddenly glanced over his shoulder with an expression of confusion. He turned and saw that a man and a woman were approaching them, both dressed in cheap nylon suits, filled with an air of self-importance. They were pushing their way through the tourists as if their reason for being here trumped everyone else’s. Dylan bristled. He guessed they must be plain-clothed police officers – they were the only people who’d perfected that particular style of arrogant asshole.
The man and woman halted in front of Sarah and Dylan. The woman spoke first – she was granite-faced and didn’t smile. “Ms Newell? You’re the manager?”
“Yes.”
“Good. My name is Detective Edwards. I’d like to ask you a few questions about the disappearance of one Natalia Orlov.”
Shock chopped into Dylan’s happy Sarah-induced mood. “Disappearance?”
The detective transferred her attention to Dylan. She sighed – as if speaking to the likes of him was too much of an effort for someone as important as her. “Yes, Mr Quinlan. Actually, I’m glad you’re here. It’ll save us coming to your office to find you.”
Dylan’s steely shutter rattled into place. “What are you suggesting?”
“You were seen entering this hotel with Mrs Orlov last night. She wasn’t seen leaving. We need answers.”
“Then I suggest you investigate her husband.”
Her face didn’t flicker. “Oh, what a good idea.” She turned to her colleague. “Johnson, make a note of that, would you?”
Dylan opened his mouth to tell her there was no need for sarcasm, but Sarah intervene
d. “Wait, are you saying Dylan’s under arrest? Because I can testify that he hasn’t harmed Natalia.” Sarah blushed. “I was with him all last night.”
Detective Edwards pinned Sarah with a glare. “Is that so? Can we go to a room and talk, please? Somewhere away from all these bloody tourists.”
“Yes, of course,” Sarah said. “Come this way.”
Sarah led them to a cavernous function room, which contained enough tables and chairs for hundreds of people. The old-fashioned décor mixed with the modern furniture was as incongruous as this entire situation, and Dylan’s mind raced, trying to keep up. What the hell had happened to Natalia between her leaving Adam’s house last night and now? He flopped down at the nearest table with Sarah and the two cops. The four of them hardly made an impact on the huge space, but Dylan refused to feel small.
He sat up tall. “Now what’s this all about? Don’t you usually wait twenty-four hours before classifying someone as missing?”
“Mrs Orlov is a special case,” the male detective said. “We’ve been keeping an eye on her husband’s activities for some time.”
“Oh yeah, why’s that?”