“Mmm… nice,” I say, picking a tiny smoked salmon bagel next.

Of course, it too is divine. Very soon my glass is completely empty, the tray is nearly empty, and I’m feeling drowsy and a bit more than slightly tipsy. Not surprising since I hardly slept last night and drinking champagne in the morning is not something I am used to.

“Why don’t you sleep for a bit,” Konstantin suggests, as he stands and puts my seat into a reclining position. It actually becomes completely horizontal. He covers my body with a silky duvet.

“Thanks,” I mumble, snuggling into the soft material.

“No problem,” he drawls, closing the shutter of the windows next to me. Then he moves away from me.

Cocooned in that wonderful bed high in the sky I drift off.

Raine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weRHyjj34ZE

Whenever, Wherever

I sleep for five hours. I turn my head and see that Konstantin is also sleeping a bit further down the cabin. Very quietly, I get out of bed and tip toe towards him. In the gloom he appears softer, perhaps even vulnerable. All that distance he deliberately puts between him and the world is gone. I remember again the little thing the Countess had slipped into his hand. He hides secrets. Then there is the painting, what he supposedly stole from someone else. I suddenly wonder what the truth of that scenario really is.

That is the reason he does not allow the world to get close to him.

Seeing him like this makes the butterflies flutter in my belly.

I want him. I really want him. My fingers itch to reach out and touch him. But of course, I don’t. Instead, I take two steps back.

Suddenly, he opens his eyes and looks directly at me. And just like that I am frozen. I cannot move a muscle. It is as if I am hypnotized. I stare at him, taking him in, unable to tear my eyes away from his.

The darkness around us feels like a blanket that I want to pull even tighter around me. And in the midst of it all is his gaze… shrouded in mystery and a haunting depth that makes my heart jitter to a stop in my chest.

“Do you think about it as much as I do?” he suddenly asks, his gaze searing and unblinking.

I know exactly what he is talking about, I can feel the arousal dampening my sex, but I feign ignorance, a nervous smile trembling on my lips.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” His voice is raw and throaty.

“Uh… I d-don’t think I do.”

“I can hear your heart beating,” he says. “It’s fucking racing. Every time I come into the room, it goes into overdrive, and your cheeks flush because your body is burning. You want to be touched. You want me to take you, but that sweet ache makes you very uncomfortable, doesn’t it?”

My mouth falls open.

And for the next few seconds every time I try to speak, my voice sputters like a dying engine and then gives up.

“You know what I mean?” he replies.

“No, I don’t,” I insist stupidly, even though I can feel my own arousal dampening the crotch of my jeans.

“Come here,” he commands.

Like someone put under a spell, I take the two steps over to him.

Konstantin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOjTweUPt3Q.

Wicked Games

* * *

The moment she nears me, my hands shoot out to grip the back of her thighs and pull her towards me. She loses her balance and falls on top of me. She is already in a state of arousal and her musky-sweet scent fills my nostrils. I feel them flare as I breathe her in deeply. God, I want to bury my nose in her sex. She is so fucking distracting.

“I mean it’s about time you joined the mile-high club,” I growl.

I know she is not what she says she is. I know I’m most probably falling for the oldest trick in the book. Hell, she even looks like a honey pot. What I’m risking is still unknown but I know I’m risking too much, and I did try very hard to stop myself, to talk myself out of this inconvenient lust, but like a fucking itch it just wants to be scratched. I cannot help myself. Even trying to numb the craze for her body is no use. She is like a drug. In my blood. Calling. Calling. Relentless.

All fucking night long.

My hand reaches for the junction between her thighs, and through her jeans, I grab her mound roughly.

This is just sex. She is just an annoying, distracting, unnecessary itch, and I’m going to keep my cock in her pussy for as long as it takes to get rid of this crazy itch. Because after this weekend, I never want to see her again. She came into my life as part of an orchestrated distraction, but solving one problem often creates another. And I don’t need complications in my life right now and she is one big complication.

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