Page 13 of The First Deal

“I have no idea,” I confessed, scrubbing my stomach, my fingers inching lower, closing in on the body part that seemed to house my brain today.

“Bullshit,” she said, sounding amused. “Like I said in my text though, I only have a five-minute break, so I’m not going to play games. If you really don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, maybe I’ll speak to you later or whatever.”

Text? What text?

Stepping back out of the shower, I pulled down the notification bar on the phone and found a message from her, sent around the time I had called, telling me she’d call me on her break.

“Well…” I had no idea what I was going to say, I should have just told her it was nothing and given her an empty promise to speak to her later on.

Heading back into the shower, I rinsed the soap from my stomach.

“Did you call because you can’t stop thinking about me?” She was teasing again, but her words held truth, too much truth, and as she spoke them, I wrapped my hand around my cock, not moving, not pleasuring myself at all, but embracing the fact that it was rock fucking solid, and it was all because of her.

Thoughts of her. The sound of her voice. Memories of her delicious cunt.

“Rome,” I blurted, then squeezed, scolding, restraining, wondering what the hell I was thinking.Hewas thinking.

“What about it?” she asked.

“Ever been?” Another squeeze, tighter this time, jaw clenching as I tipped my head back under the spray of water.

“Never, why?”

“Pack a bag and take the weekend off”—squeeze, clench—“I’ll have Boris pick you up Saturday morning.”

“To take me to Rome?” she spluttered, and my head hit the grey tiled wall. “You’re joking?”

“I’m not.” Fuck, I wish I was.

“I’ll… erm… can I call you back later? I need to think about it.” Hannah sounded excited, and concerned, and as though her mind was whirling through a million thoughts and scenarios.

Same.

“Of course, get back to work.”

“Mhmm,” she hummed, then hung up, leaving me standing in my shower wondering if I had entirely lost the fucking plot as I fucked my hand, and found the release that hadn’t come earlier.

4

She looked incredible, dressed in a green, floral sundress. She twisted in her seat, pale, smooth legs sliding out of the car, black sandals touching the tarmac before she reached for my outstretched hand.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” she gasped as she looked around, pushing her sunglasses up onto the top of her head, revealing wide eyes sparkling with astonishment.

“What were you expecting, Cariño?” I guided her hand to my elbow as we started to walk towards the stairs.

She shook her head, gazing up at the jet. “Business class on a British Airways flight, the business lounge, decent food and drinks.”

“You can still have the decent food and drinks,” I promised.

She stopped at the bottom step and turned her gaze to peer up at me now. “I’m not disappointed, this is so much better than I had imagined.”

“Good, now get your cute little ass up those stairs.” I dropped her hand and swatted her ass, enjoying the small yelp that escaped her before she giggled and bounced up the steps, dress swaying, gifting me with the most glorious view.

I stayed at the bottom, watching her, cocking my head as more and more of the backs of her soft thighs were exposed, then jolted as Boris cleared his throat.

“All loaded up, Mr Hudson. I’ll pick you up when you touch down on Sunday. Will you both be staying in London, or will Miss Hannah require me to drive her back to Dorset?”

Staring at her as she turned in the doorway and laughed excitedly, pure joy leaving her as she waved back down at us, I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

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