The next day, Drake was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself, all things considered. The date had been a disaster, but afterward . . . yeah. Afterward was good. And this morning? He was feeling even fucking better. Things were looking up. He sat on the balcony of his suite, enjoying a tequila sunrise and the cool breeze that rolled off the ocean. There was breakfast on his plate, but he wasn’t hungry. Instead, like a spider, he sat in his web and managed his prey.First on the list, a to-do left over from last night. He texted his assistant, Ashroff , since he was on Drake’s shit list at the moment. His conversation with Sarah last night had spurred more than a few thoughts, and this one was about shoes. He’d sent an assistant on the task. Have you found a maid to bribe?@ wmn @ rm 311? Stephanie sent back. U can cnt on me 2 get it, no woryrs.Jesus fucking Christ, was that even English? He did not want this shit fucked up by some pimple-faced shit head who took a job as his as
Drake wanted to meet her that afternoon, but he suggested they meet at a gazebo in the resort gardens. Definitely more romantic than the lobby, Sarah thought with a smile, and agreed to meet him there in a half hour. She was humming as she changed into something a little sexier for her date—a dark navy slip dress that she normally wore with a sweater and leggings—and put on her sparkly heels. She felt rather pretty, and hoped that Drake thought she was, too.The path out to the gardens was on the far side of the Turtle pool and lounge. The resort had several pools, but the Turtle one was popular with couples instead of families due to its multiple hot tubs. She glanced at it casually as she passed by and was startled when a man with a microphone and two guys with cameras seemed to emerge from the bushes and approach her.“Hey, doll,” the guy with the microphone said. “Tell us your name, sugar!”Sarah hesitated, alarmed. “Not your doll or sugar,” she told him, and tried to sidestep
Things were going pretty fucking good with Sarah , Drake thought as he gazed at her from across the dinner table. She was animated as she told him another tale about the dress fitting he arranged for her with Stephanie and how she’d gotten her dress and it was almost half a foot too long till she got a perfect wedding guest dress. Sarah ’s expression was a mixture of amusement and sympathy for the stressed Stephanie , but he had to admit that he wasn’t listening to the story half as much as he was watching her movements. The way that she brushed her hair off her shoulders when she got animated. The way her eyes lit up when she talked about her friends. The graceful curve of her neck. Hell, he was even fascinated with the way her throat moved when she swallowed her drink.He’d never been this bad over a woman before. Never.What was fucking ironic was that he was okay with her being his ex. He knew it going in, and he’d figured that he’d wine and dine her, seduce her into giving up h
Drake walked Sarah back to her room that night, and they kissed at her doorstep for what felt like forever. He wished—rather fervently—that she would invite him in, but she only gave him a shy smile and that was it. That was fine, really. He wanted her to be comfortable, and maybe he’d pushed his Sarah a little too far with their play in the waves. Maybe she’d realized he’d jerked off while he sucked on her breasts, and that had alarmed her. He didn’t know what her boundaries were yet—mostly because she didn’t, either.Vaguely unsatisfied but still pleased, Drake headed back to his room and undressed, showered, jerked off, and went to bed instead of turning to his computer for late-night work.He’d just drifted off when a noise woke him from his sleep.Drake peered blearily at his dark hotel room. It was almost midnight—one hour after he’d left Sarah. He knew his assistants will never wake him unless it was very important.He hadn’t been asleep for long. What had awoken him?A soft
Sarah woke up out of a delicious sleep to the feel of something hard prodding against her buttock. She blinked at her surroundings. Big hotel room. Strange art on the walls.Warm body against her. One hand squeezing her bare breast. Erection pushing against her backside. Her pajama pants still on her legs, but no top.Oh.Flashes of last night flooded through her mind and she bit back her gasp. Arousal snaked through her veins, and she recalled vividly what she’d done to him . . . and what he’d done to her. And oh, it was fun. More than fun—amazing. She wanted more.But she peered at the alarm clock on the bedside table and sighed. Eight in the morning. She had to be at breakfast with Brown has she promised him the day before, and then she still needed to go with Stephanie for one last fitting and a makeup trial run to go through. There was no more time to lie back in bed and cuddle, as tempting as the thought was. So she peeled back the covers and started to edge out of bed.“No
When midnight passed and Sarah didn’t call him,Drake started to get concerned. Surely they weren’t out to dinner this late, were they?When one A.M. slid into two in the morning, Drake decided to go to Sarah’s room and talk to her. If she was hurting, he wanted to try to fix it. He knocked on her door, but there was no answer. He texted her. Still no answer. He waited outside of her room for ten minutes, impatient, and then when no one came by, he slipped a credit card into the lock and jimmied it. If she was in her room and ignoring him, the latch would be flipped and he wouldn’t be able to get in.But a moment later, he was able to get in, and the door swung open. The room was empty. Sarah wasn’t in.Where the hell was she?A twinge of worry cut through him, and he shut the door quickly again, then headed to the elevator.She wasn’t in the lobby. He searched the gardens, and she wasn’t there, either. The restaurant was closed due to the late hour, and the bar was empty of all
He didn’t carry her all the way back to his room. As much as he’d wanted to, Sarah had blushed and insisted otherwise. They’d walked back, hand in hand, instead. They were quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable quiet. Rather, it was an anticipatory one.When they got into the hotel, Drake looked over at Sarah. “Did you want to go back to your room to get anything?”She shook her head, eyes shining. She looked so goddamn thrilled. Why couldn’t he shake the feeling that he was doing something incredibly dickish? He was cornered either way. He was going to either lose Sarah tonight, or lose her tomorrow. This way he at least made her happy, right?He’d just have to deal with the fallout.They went up to his suite and Drake locked the door and set the latch.He turned around. “Sarah, if you’re sure—”“Quit asking me if I’m sure. I’m absolutely sure,” she told him, and tore at the front of his shirt, ripping the buttons open.All right, then. He grabbed her and began to kiss her, hi
Her body jolted and then she squirmed. Her hands went above her head and wrapped in the blankets. “Oooh.”“Feel good?”“Feels like too much,” she moaned.“No such thing.” He leaned in and tongued it again. Her sweet taste filled his mouth, the scent of her enveloping him. There was a hint of musk to Sarah’s delicate flavor, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He began to lick her in earnest, dragging his tongue over her labia and collecting all the moisture he could find. His tongue glided up and down, and he nibbled on the lips of her sex when she got too silent. He liked her making those little noises of surprise and pleasure as she experienced oral sex for the first time. He wanted to blow her mind with it, so he did his best to keep her on edge. He licked his way up again, and then began to swirl his tongue around her clit.She moaned and began to rock her hips against his face, grinding against his mouth.And fuck, that was hot.“I goddamn love third base,” he whispered into