Usually, I got bored easily, but the more time I spent with Adriana, the more adventurous I became with her, the more I wanted. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of it.
“You feel incredible,” I whispered in her ear, leaning down as my thrusts became more forceful and Landon followed suit. Adriana gasped as I began to kiss her neck, realizing that I was getting closer and closer to my own explosive orgasm.
I wanted to pick her up and slam her against the tree, to finish deep inside of her, and I barely managed to control those urges.
I pulled back and wrapped my hand around Adriana’s throat, making sure that she was looking me in the eyes. Her expression hinted at tiredness, but was also filled with a deep pleasure and sheer ecstasy. It was something that I wanted to see over and over again.
Landon’s hand moved to her shoulder, tightening as he grunted, getting ever closer to his own finish line. Who was going to be first? I wanted to make sure that it was him, but I couldn’t slow down. It would simply have to come down to stamina.
I stared into Adriana’s eyes, hammering as deep into her as I possibly could, until I couldn’t hold it anymore.
She laughed, her throat vibrating against my hand, when Landon and I both held her tightly against us and finished at the same time. I held on for a few seconds longer before letting go, and Landon slowly pulled out of her, too.
“This is a bit of a mess,” Adriana chuckled, out of breath and somewhat unsteady on her feet. “How am I going to clean up?”
“There’s a stream nearby,” Landon pointed out, breathing just as hard as I was. “And we both always have cologne on hand. You’ll be fine.”
“We have about seven minutes,” I said as I checked my watch. “Better hurry up.”
28
Adriana
“Welcome to The Pacific,” I said as Dahlia’s latest group of celebrity guests reached the end of the red carpet at the entrance. I received a few smiles, but for the most part, it was their assistants that actually spoke to me while the guests themselves entered the lobby and started talking about completely unrelated stuff.
“Luggage will be taken to the rooms shortly,” I announced to the assistants. “Please proceed to the ballroom on the third floor for welcoming drinks and a debrief on the schedule.”
There were several nods, a few glances down at phones and tablets, and then they moved on to corral the guests themselves.
It was the day of the rehearsal dinner, and I’d barely had a moment to breathe in between everything that was going on. My feet were already killing me, but I had no choice but to ignore it.
I spotted Landon mingling with the guests, his face painted with perfect charm. Someone appeared with a serving tray filled with flutes of champagne. That must have been Landon’s touch, since I hadn’t even thought of it. I was so focused on getting everyone everywhere on time that the little experiential things completely slipped my mind.
The next set of guests were due in only forty-five minutes. That gave me a splash of time to check on what was happening in the kitchen.
I had a desperate need to talk to Nolan about our personal situation, but there hadn’t been any time at all since the hike to the redwood grove. I was consistently trying to find just a few minutes alone with him, but until now, I had failed every time.
On my way to the kitchen, I noticed Bryant standing around, watching me with the eye of a hawk. Knowing that he owned the hotel was somewhat nerve-wracking, but I had the feeling he wasn’t only watching me as an employee. I gave him a wink and a smile as I passed, a gesture that he returned.
“Where the hell is my clotted cream?” This was the first sentence I heard Nolan yelling as I stepped through the kitchen door. He slammed a whisk down on the counter as he swung to face me, before his expression softened slightly.
“Looks like things are going well here,” I joked, glancing at the kitchen staff running to and fro with sheer panic in their movements. “You on track for the official lunch?”
“If I had some damn clotted cream I would be,” Nolan answered, glaring at the sous chef, who was now running up to him with a bowl of it. “Honestly, it’s like I’m working with a bunch of incompetent toddlers.”
“Maybe a little harsh,” I commented, going through the checklist on my tablet. “I’ll check in again later. Looks like there’s an issue with the water delivery.”
“Of course there is,” Nolan said under his breath, but I was already walking away.
The delivery bay, like the rest of the hotel, was in complete chaos. People were carrying boxes and crates everywhere andyelling. I made my way through to find the guy who was supposed to receive the water.
“They sent 500ml bottles,” he snapped when I reached him. “When weclearlyasked for liters.”
I wasn’t completely familiar with international measurements, but I did know that that was a problem. The water Dahlia had wanted for her guests was high-end and hard to find. I couldn’t exactly send someone down to the corner store to grab a few boxes more.
“That sounds tough.” I heard Bryant’s voice behind me. “I was wondering where you were running to now.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I told him, already going through my options in my head. “It will be sorted out before a disaster happens. Why don’t you go have a drink by the pool? I’ve got things handled.”
