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Our eyes are locked again. He’s practically pinning me against the counter without touching me. I feel a natural pull to him … comfortable. Not to mention my libido is screaming! “Um … okay. Ready to continue?” He steps back gesturing for me to the lead the way. “There are more private quarters here.” I point toward another stairway. “And on the second floor three more. We also have a library with a computer and printer. Of course you look like a businessman, so you probably have your own laptop. If so, the wifi password is in your room.” I catch him looking out the windows. “You’re welcome to eat outside on the porch or poolside.” I open the double doors and we walk down the steps into the courtyard. “Guests are also free to enjoy the double Roman style saltwater pool.” I look at his face, which is totally following my eyes. Then I look down his body. He grins. Shit, he noticed me checking him out. I clear my throat and continue forward. “Feel free to walk the gardens.” I look back at him. “I doubt that would be of much interest to you, but they are beautiful. Peaceful.”
“Your establishment is very nice; I like the character in the details of the woodwork.” He grins as he watches me. “Do you have a gym? Is my car fine parked in the front? I wasn’t sure if you offered valet.”
“Yes, your car is fine there. No valet. No, we don’t have a gym. Although not a bad thought to maybe add at some point. The beach isn’t too far of a drive; it’s lovely to run. If you like to run,” I add, looking at him.
“I run every morning.” He grins as he looks at the pool. “I didn’t bring my suit.”
“There’s plenty of shopping just a street over. I’m sure you could find one.”
He grins as he rubs his hand down his mustache. God he’s hot!
“What is there to do around here?”
“It’s pretty quiet. We have shopping and restaurants.” I look at him, he probably hits the nightlife in Jacksonville. I remember his assistant telling me he’s from that area. “We don’t have clubs like in Jacksonville. There are a lot of events around the island this weekend. I put the information in your room. Of course there are a couple of golf courses, if you golf.”
“Golfing is not really my thing,” he tells me. I can see that.
“Will anyone join you later?” Why the hell did I just blurt that out?
He’s laughing at me. “No.” I feel somewhat annoyed he thought it was a joke.
I shrug to make myself not seem weird. “I was just wondering. We usually have couples for romantic getaways.”
“We?” I see his eyes immediately look to my left hand. He’s sorely mistaken if he thought he would be able to determine my marital status by my ring finger. I stopped wearing my rings long ago.
I really hate being married at this moment in my life. I smile at him as I start walking back inside. “Yes, my husband and I.” I can see the confusion on his face. “Well, I actually run the B and B.”
He looks back at my wedding hand. “I didn’t realize you were married.” What do I sense in his voice? It’s different … almost regretful. I don’t say anything more about it.
“Please, call me Amelia and ask if you need anything. Make yourself comfortable. I need to get back inside and start setting up for the evening appetizers.”
“Yes, of course. It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Amelia of Amelia.” He drops his sexiest smile.
QUINTON
Itoss her across the bed, climbing her body, kissing every square inch of this naked goddess. Her nipples are perfect; her stomach beautifully flat and tone; every inch of her is heaven. I wrap her legs over my shoulders, tasting her. She moans, tossing her head back in the pillows. She laces her fingers through my hair, tugging my head deeper into her sex. She taste like honey, vanilla, strawberries—everything that is sweet in this world combined into one. I lick up her slit, sucking and swirling my tongue over that beautiful clitoris. I pump her swollen clit between my lips until I feel her silk release over my tongue. I’ve died and gone to heaven. She’s panting, pulling at my body. She tells me she wants to feel me deep inside of her. I take her mouth into my hands, and I cover those beautiful lips with mine as my tongue dives deep into that beautiful vessel. Exploring every magical inch of her mouth. Our eyes are glued on one another. Those sapphires sparkle like they are encrusted with diamonds when I enter her. Holy fuck she’s tight. I am lost.
“What the fuck?” I lurch up to a sitting position. I look around the room. My sapphire-eyed vixen is very much real. Only she’s already someone else’s. What woke me up? I can hear mumbling tones. I strain my ears listening for a moment, can I hear another couple fucking? No! These aren’t voices of pleasure. I can clearly hear a man’s voice yelling. It makes me flinch as I manage to make out a few words … “bitch … fuck up … you’re so fucking stupid.” Something hits the floor.
“Shit.” I look up at the ceiling and jump out of bed, pulling on my lounge pants. I rush towards the door. And I don’t know why. Why should I get involved? Yet here I am standing quietly. I can hear the small padder of her feet fleeing down the curved stairs. She’s gasping as she reaches the first landing. I run to my window as I hear the screen door slap against its frame. She takes my breath, as I watch her disappear into the garden.
“Fuck!” I hiss to myself. I step back from the window. Yet I find myself standing in front of the door, again. This time my beating heart is the only thud I hear. Do I stay out of it? I know it’s not my business. All I can see is that white robe flowing in the moonlight by the force of her legs. “Fuck it!”
I slip out of my room. And softly down the stairs and out the side porch—only I don’t let the door slap against the frame. I run swiftly on tip toes into the garden, following her cries. Great, I am now officially a creeper. She wasn’t kidding about the gardens being lovely—I look around noticing the ambiance and duck into the shadows. I have no idea what to say to comfort her.
Amelia is sitting on the wooden swing. She’s twirled her fingers so tightly around the ropes her knuckles are white, while the insides of her fingers are red. Her head is hung low and she’s crying. “I can’t do this anymore,” Amelia gasps. “Why is this my life?”
I’m frozen listening to her … watching her. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I dreamed of her before I knew she even existed. That has to mean something. I look down at the ground, listening to her words. She’s slowly rocking back and forth in the swing. I watch as her crying eases up. And then it’s like a waterfall, she just releases it all again.
“I hate this life.” She stands and gently touches the edge of the garden wall. Tears rolling out of those beautiful eyes. What is she doing?
I watch as she takes her robe off, spreading it out on the ground. She lays on top of it, and gazes at the stars. I catch myself looking up, noticing the night sky. I never take the time to look at the sky. She should be in silk and lace. Although, she’s lovely in her white nighty. The night breeze catches her scent. She smells of jasmine mixed with lavender and something fruity and deliciously sweet. I remember my dream.
I feel a natural pull to go to her, but I don’t want to scare her. Then she starts humming the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I’m frozen in time as I watch her; listening to her singing softly. She’s twirling her beautiful brown hair around her fingers; she’s now calmed.
I look back towards the house; that damn bastard! He’s not coming for her. He doesn’t deserve the angel she is. I need to leave. I can’t get caught snooping on her. I pull myself quietly out of the shadows and tip toe back inside.
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