Chapter 3

JULIAN 

Can today get any worse?

I had just spent ten gruesome hours closing the Fendale deal, attending meetings with investors and firing three incompetent staff today. Right now, all I just needed was a warm bath, maybe a good massage and importantly, sleep.

But instead, I'm standing side by side with a sex-starved adult female— awaiting feedback from the management of Caldera Suites.

“I'm sorry sir, but it seems like your room was double-booked,” the petite receptionist explained respectfully. “We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. I suggest you—"

“Hold on,” she suddenly interrupted, her nostrils flaring in anger. “What do you mean by double-booked?”

“I'm sorry ma'am,” the receptionist apologized for the umpteenth time. “We can offer you a full refund and assist you in getting another five star hotel.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. I could see the raw anger blazing in her eyes as she spoke. “Are you kidding me right now? You want me to—”

“We could just share the room for the night,” I blurted out, interrupting her tirade. 

“Huh?!” The two women unisoned as they whipped their heads in my direction, staring at me as though I'd just grown a third eye.

“What?” I threw my hands up defensively. “There's nothing we can do about it tonight and it's way past midnight already. You can take it or leave it.”

I didn't wait for her response before I turned on my heels and began trudging back to the room. I was too tired to argue with two clueless women.

••••••••

Barely five minutes after I'd stepped out of the shower, she stormed into the room. Her breathing was ragged, indicating that she'd spent some quality time ranting about the situation to whoever cared to listen.

I rolled my eyes and exhaled as I trudged towards the large king-sized bed. I've never shared a bed with someone ever since I was a kid, but something about her made me feel a little compassionate tonight.

The room was oddly quiet and after a few minutes, she slid onto the bed right beside me. I forced my eyes shut and turned to the opposite side of the bed, but the alluring scent of her shampoo made it almost impossible to get a wink of sleep. 

Her presence was so magnetic that it felt like I was slowly being sucked into a black hole. She wasn't the kind of woman I found attractive but still, something about her was unwittingly intoxicating.

As if sensing my unease, she cleared her throat and said softly, “I'm Sophia.”

I blinked erratically, my brain trying to muster a believable fake name. “Clinton,” I replied hoarsely.

“What brings you to Greece?” She asked. I could feel the duvet move slightly from her end.

“Work,” I replied. “What about you?”

“Heartbreak.”

Her response threw me off guard. Why'd she come to Greece because of a breakup? People visit Santorini for vacation and pleasure, but heartbreak? That was news to me.

The silence stretched for a minute before I cleared my throat. “Do you want to play a game?” 

She chuckled softly and exhaled. “What kind of game?”

“Poker.”

She sat up abruptly and I craned my neck to meet her gaze. Her lips were curled into a mischievous smile and her eyes gleamed with childish excitement. 

“Do you have poker cards?” Sophia shrugged, biting her lower lip nervously.

I reached for the breast pocket of my jacket and pulled out a pack of poker cards. I loved carrying it around during my business trip, because I find it oddly satisfying.

My lips curled in a half-smile as a dangerous thought slithered into my head.

“Here's the rule of the game,” I said as I began shuffling through the cards. “Whoever loses any round will strip off a piece of clothing. Do you agree with the rule?”

She tilted her head to the side, pretending to think for a minute. Then, she nodded. “Sure, I'm in.”

Did she just agree to that ridiculous rule? I bet she doesn't know who she's up against. Well, I guess today might not be so bad after all.

••••••••

SOPHIA 

What the hell was I thinking when I agreed to his rules to strip whenever I lose a round of poker game?

Now, here I am, standing stark naked in front of a total stranger, my clothes flung to the car end of the room. I feel like I'm being used by him but at the same time, I don't want him to take his eyes off my body. 

His gaze trails over my lips, down to my collarbone and then settles on my breast. I notice his adam apple bob as he drinks in the sight of my bare body.

“Are you gonna say something or just stare at me all night?” I spoke, breaking the spell of silence.

In response, his emerald orbs danced away from my breast and settled on my bald, glistening core. I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment. He's definitely going to notice my wetness seeping down my thighs.

I stood still as tingles of warmth began spreading in-between my legs. His gaze was setting me on fire and flipping switches in my head, because now, I didn't just want him to sit there and watch me… I want him to touch me. I want his full lips on mine. I want his tongue flicking and biting my nipples.

My eyes fluttered open and landed on his pajama trousers. I could see an outline of his thick, growing bulge. Fuck, I want that monster inside me.

“Come here,” his voice was soft, almost reverent. Without thinking, I found my legs moving towards him.

I stopped in front of him, hoping that he'd reach for one of my jutting nipples or worse, spread my legs and dip his finger into my soaked pussy. But he just kept assaulting my with his eyes. 

In a flash, he pulls me onto his lap and kisses my shoulders before letting his mouth move downward to my breasts, pulling each into his mouth and biting gently. My body purrs in his hands as he lifts me off his lap and drops to his knees before me.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he moans as he slides his middle finger inside me. My legs instantly turn to jelly and my knees buckle under his touch. 

He carefully lifts me up and drops me on the bed. As soon as my bare back touches the bed, he moves to the spot between my legs. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

I nodded.

“Say it!” He demands.

“Yes, yes please just... just fuck me.” I cried, unable to hold back the waves of pleasure rocking my entire body.

He let out a growl and before I could catch my breath, he spread my legs apart and thrust inside me with an intense force that snuffed air out of my lungs.

“Fuck!” I yelled as  a drop of tear slipped past my eyes.

Slowly, he eased out of me, pushing in only an inch only to pull back out. I opened my eyes as he teased me. I try to pull him in, but he wears a sly smirk as he holds back.

"Do you have any idea how much I had to hold back after watching you touch yourself?" he asks, his voice husky with lust.

"Fuck me, Clinton," I croak.

I let out a whimper as he slams in. Once his cock is buried to the hilt, I clench my legs, holding him in place, pulling him even deeper. I want to absorb him, make him a part of me. I want to memorize the way he's looking at me.

Soon, our bodies began to move in perfect rhythm, and I never want this to end. His fingers roam my body, one stopping my breast as the other cups my ass. 

"Harder," I gasp, suddenly hungry for more, and I feel a moment of hesitation as he glances at me. 

Then he answers the call, slamming hard, rutting against me and making it almost hurt until I let out a scream. My nails scratch against his back, gripping his shoulder blade.

"I'm going to come," he groans into my neck.

“Me too,” I moan loudly.

We erupt together, our faces meeting for a fierce kiss as my legs tense around him. I feel him pulse inside me, and I can't stop the tears that fall onto the bed.

We both come down together, relaxing into the mattress. His lips don't leave my body until he pulls away to see my tear-soaked eyes.

"You're crying."

I smiled up at him, trying to memorize this moment, because never have I had someone make love to me in such an intense, yet sacred manner.