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“I will not deny the gorgeous woman beneath me what she wants,” he purred. He angled properly before sinking in slowly. I cried out upon being penetrated, squirming beneath him as he took me into a deep kiss once more.
His strokes were dazzling, slow at first, but he gradually increased the pace, causing dizzying pleasure to rock over me. My entire world, right then and there was him. The scent of him, the ripple of his muscles, the soft sighs that escaped his lips as he took me.
His strokes were becoming too much in the best way. After a minute, I felt my body rock with an intense wave of pleasure and gave in to my climax. I couldn’t resist while I felt him rub his finger against my clit, after all.
He released as well, letting out a gasp as all of his muscles tensed, showing his immense strength. I wasn’t about to forget just how fit he was, that was for sure.
After a moment, he got off of me, disposing of the condom before laying down beside me again. I was tucked there in his arms on that couch, completely lost in my thoughts of him.
Once again, he blew me away with his moves and just how amazing sex felt with him. I drifted off to sleep in his arms, comfortable as he ran his fingers through my hair.
A few hours later, we got up and got dressed just in time as the jet landed, and we arrived at the luxury hotel. Michael led me inside.
I looked around at the perfect artistic sculptures decorating the area, the pristine white tiling and walls, and the gourmet foods placed on the table.
My stomach rumbled, causing my cheeks to darken a bit. Michael chuckled, grabbing my chin gently and turning my head toward him. “Hungry?” he asked, no doubt following my eyes. “We can arrange for whatever you’d like, Shelby. But first, I want to show you something.”
A short elevator ride later, we arrived at the room we’d be staying in. My eyes swept over the area; sandy browns, ocean blues, and misty whites greeted my gaze as I took in the place.
It was decorated to look like the beach, expansive with cushy chairs and a thick, cozy blanket on the bed. A door that no doubt led to the luxury bathroom had charming little dolphin decorations on it, causing me to smile as I thought about our time in the cover together.
Michael led me to a huge closet, and when he opened it, I gasped.
Within it was the biggest selection of clothing I’d seen since being on the yacht with him. We may as well be at a clothing store! My eyes swept over various dresses, excitement dripping from my tone as I asked, “What is this for?”
“You,” Michael said in a voice dripping with happiness at my reaction. “Pick out your favorite, then we can have dinner together.”
I felt tears crawl down my cheeks as I turned and gave him a hug, thanking him before hurrying to pick out my absolute favorite. This took me an hour or two, because there were just so many to choose from!
Eventually, I settled on a light blue gown that looked as though it had sea foam at the bottom of it and showed plenty of my cleavage. Putting it on made me feel like a princess.
Michael ran his tongue over his lips as he eyed me up and down. He softly smiled and said, “Shelby, you look absolutely beautiful in that dress. You can keep it.”
“But it’s so expensive…” I muttered, widening my eyes.
“My treat,” Michael said. His smile widened. “You look far too gorgeous in it to ever return it.”
Well, I really wasn’t about to argue further, because the dress did look perfect on me. We went downstairs to have dinner together, which was a dream come true.
Three courses of gourmet food, perfect cuts of meat dripping with the exact right combination of spices and sauces were what graced me. By the time dessert came around, I was full.
My wildest dreams could not ever compare to this. And it kept getting better.
At the end of the meal, Michael looked at me with longing. “Can you stay the night?”
“Of course,” I said quickly, leaving him was too hard. I didn’t want to face that yet.
His smile grew, taking up his entire face and lighting up his eyes. I could see how much he cared for me at that moment, and felt my resolved weaken. I wanted this man more and more and it wasn’t just for sex. I knew then, I couldn’t deny my feelings for him anymore.
We had another night of making love, swimming in the sheets until giving in to sleep. My dreams were pleasant, of us on the beach, of what I now wished could be the future. Everything was so perfect here. Did I really want to leave?
I lay there on his chest, listening to his breathing as the sun crept in through the window. Michael said he was taking care of Blaine, if he did why couldn’t we be together? I had to trust that he could make this all go away. I didn’t want to give him up.
But my dreams ended in nightmares, because the next morning, everything wonderful shattered like glass. Michael was in the shower when it happened. I walked, a bit wobbly, to the door upon hearing a knock, confused. I wasn’t entirely awake until I saw the meaning of the intrusion.
There was no person there. No, just a picture of Michael and me getting on the jet. And, this time, I could clearly see my face in the shot.
*Shelby*
“Do you have a plan, Michael?” I asked in a hushed voice, swallowing hard. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I needed to take a few steps back, turning to collapse onto the couch.
I was so tired of feeling this way, but I couldn’t help it. My reputation was going to be ruined, that much was clear. The past pictures were not as obvious, but this one? Completely earth shattering.
How was I going to get a handle on this? All of my fears were staring me in the face, but after last night, I didn’t want to leave Michael. Honestly, I didn’t think I could at this point. No matter how much I knew I needed to.
Michael followed me to the couch, taking me on his lap and wrapping his arms around me. I didn’t realize tears were flowing down my cheeks until he reached over and wiped away some of the warm wetness, as I stared up into his eyes.
For a moment, everything was okay. I was drawn into his gaze, starstruck, and completely out of it. My negative emotions shifted toward happiness, all until he gave me his answer. “Not yet,” he whispered.
I gulped, inhaling sharply. Of course, he didn’t. He wasn’t in danger here, his reputation would survive. He was filthy rich. Me? I wasn’t like him. The idea of having to rely on him and his money caused me to shudder with despair and anger.
“Shelby, we will get through this,” Michael tried to reassure. “My head of security is on the case, and he is an expert in the field. He is on the brink of a breakthrough, and we will not let this ruin your dreams. I will do all in my power to make that happen. You will not put them aside for him, for me, nor anyone else but if or when you need to. Alright?” he asked.
I gave a slow nod, composing myself with a deep sigh. He finished, “Let me give him a call and see what details we have as of now. Can I put on a movie for you?”
I nodded, settling in front of a gigantic wide screen television while sinking into the cushy couch as he left the room to use his cellphone. All around me were beach-themed items, such as sparkling shells displayed on marble shelves. Dolphin and shark statues rested on stands, intricately carved from obsidian and other expensive stone.
The scent of this place was of sand and ocean salt, which admittedly relaxed me somewhat, though not entirely. My eyes absentmindedly stared at the screen, which was playing the beach episode of some reality TV show I had trouble paying attention to. I couldn’t help but drown in my thoughts.