by Belle Ami
By the time she returned to the inn on Friday, she was exhausted and looking forward to a long soak in the Jacuzzi. When she opened the door to her cottage, she was overpowered by the sweet perfume of roses. She wondered if she had entered the wrong cottage by mistake. Backing out, she looked at the number on the door, but the room number was correct. The suite was bursting with vases brimming with white roses. She smiled then, knowing that they were from Miles. He must have cleaned out every florist in the Hamptons. A white envelope lay on the coffee table, and she hurried to open it. Hi, Princess, I’m on my way. Get ready!
“Oh shit!” She rushed into the bedroom to shower and found a magnificent arrangement of red roses and another card. She quickly opened it. Red is for passion and desire. Order champagne and caviar!
The hot, steamy spray eased the tension from her shoulders as she stood under the pulsating shower massage. Wrapping the thick terry robe around herself, she called room service and ordered champagne and caviar. She was hungry and hoped it would be enough to satisfy her grumbling stomach. She turned the air conditioning down to the coldest temperature and turned the fan to high. Then, with what she considered a touch of genius, she lit the fireplaces, which illuminated the room with golden light, creating a romantic oasis.
By the time a knock came on the door, she had completely transformed from a stable rat to a seductive enchantress. Before leaving for the East Coast, she had made a hasty shopping trip into Montecito and treated herself to a few sexy outfits. The pearl-gray charmeuse jumpsuit with wide, loose trousers was nothing like anything she had ever worn before. She wore nothing underneath, and her nipples pressing against the silky fabric were prominent. Her hair hung about her shoulders in a cape of dark waves. When she opened the door to Miles, she could see in his eyes that her efforts were not wasted.
“Wow, you look beautiful!”
“Do you like it?” She did a pirouette, allowing him to admire the plunging back and clinging folds of the jumpsuit.
“Are you kidding?” Grabbing her hands, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She sighed as his lips brushed her neck with kisses, his hunger for her obvious. “I don’t think you’ll be wearing it long, though.”
“That’s OK, as long as it pleases you.”
She could feel his desire press against her before he let her go.
“Why don’t we take our time and do this right?” He removed his tie and unbuttoned his collar. “How about some of that caviar and champagne? It’s been a long week.”
“Let’s go outside. I have everything set up on the patio in front of the fireplace.”
He rubbed the dark stubble on his face. “I think I’d like a shower and a shave first. Do you have a robe for me?”
“Hanging on the door.”
Ten minutes later, they were outside, lying on a double lounge with a tray between them. She had ordered a double portion of caviar, and they sat sipping champagne and nibbling on Melba toast smothered in briny, silvery roe. She slathered the rich, oily eggs on the toast and fed him.
“Delicious.” He licked and sucked her fingers clean.
“If you don’t stop teasing me, we won’t finish eating, and that would be a terrible waste of very fine caviar. Besides, we need to talk a little, or I’m going to think you only want me for my body.”
“I do want your body,” he teased. “Go ahead. You talk, and I’ll watch you.”
Ignoring his needling, she told him about her preparations for the show on Sunday, her dinner with Karolin, and meeting Todd DeVries. “He seems wild about Karolin, they’ve been seeing each other every night.” she observed.
Miles laughed heartily. “That’s my sister, breaking hearts wherever she goes! She has a string of admirers in every port.”
Having laughed at Karolin’s expense, she ventured to ask what his week was like.
“You know how Wall Street works…or maybe you don’t. I spent the week going from one meeting to another with company presidents, mostly people looking for capital to grow their businesses. It’s what we in the trade call due diligence. My job is to separate the wheat from the chaff and analyze whether a company is deserving of investment and will, over time, mature and reap profits for my investors and me. My specialty is green companies, which is particularly difficult, because so few of them actually work out and make any money. You’re betting on the future, and that’s always a daunting task.
“Unfortunately, many of these companies are overseas, forcing me to travel. I much prefer to invest in American companies, because this is the largest market in the world and this is where I see the future of green companies…although China will eventually surpass our market. But this administration is freely pouring money into green companies, which curtails the risk. Uncle Sam is making my life a hell of a lot easier. The bad news is that Uncle Sam is a terrible investor; it comes with the territory of investing other people’s money, namely the taxpayers’, and not having any skin in the game. Too much bureaucracy. Am I boring you yet, Princess?”
She leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You couldn’t possibly bore me. I want to know everything about you. Is there anything you’d like to hear about veterinary medicine or riding a Grand Prix course?”
He smiled, shaking his head. “No! I’m afraid my interests are fairly narrow.”
“I didn’t think so. The horse world might seem a little dull compared to the world of high finance. It might put you straight to sleep, and I wouldn’t want that,” she purred. “Actually, I do know quite a bit about the world of green. I learned from Lars Lindstrom; my father was a very fine teacher! You know that he was a much sought-after speaker. His speaking engagements took him all over the world.” Adelia’s face saddened with the mention of Lars and the reminder that he was gone forever.
“Enough talking. I won’t have you crying when all I could think about all week was seeing you, and making love to you.” Miles pushed the tray aside and took her glass of champagne from her hand and set it on the tray. He drew her into his arms and ran his hands down the silken folds of fabric that rippled over her body. “A man should only talk so much when in the presence of a beautiful woman he desires. It reminds me of a country-western song I like, ‘A Little Less Talk and a Lot More Action.’” He kissed her shoulder and worked his way up her neck to her ear and nibbled on her earlobe. Then his hot breath whispered in her ear, “Hmmm, you smell as good as you look. I think I’ve missed you, Ms. Lindstrom!”
Adelia closed her eyes, allowing her other senses to respond to his words and touch. It was as if he had put a match to her. All she wanted to do was give herself to him and ride the physical sensations that he ignited in her. His hand cupped her breast, lightly squeezing, while one finger lightly circled her nipple, making it hard. She could feel her nipple send a message between her legs, and she could feel her vagina becoming wet with arousal. She could hardly wait to feel the penetration of his cock.
The evening was cool, but the fireplace and its radiant heat burnished their skin with golden light. The fire seemed chilly compared to the heat of attraction emanating from their bodies, which shone with incandescence; each muscle toned and taut with expectation. She hardly felt him unzip her jumpsuit, nor, for that matter, did she notice when the silk fell away from her shoulders. All she felt was his mouth, which seemed to be everywhere on her body, sending electrical charges from her head to her toes.
“I love watching you respond to me. Just lie back and feel,” he whispered. “Don’t think of anything but what your body desires. I love the taste of you. You’re like biting into a summer peach. I’m beginning to think that making love to you might become a lifetime habit.”
As much as his actions turned her on, his words were every bit as powerful. His hunger for her took root and gave birth to a passion that exceeded anything she had ever felt. When he entered her, she opened her eyes in surprise, her lips parting in bliss. For a moment,
she detected a savagery in his gaze that dared her to protest as he pumped her in a galloping rhythm that drenched their bodies in sweat. So powerful were his thrusts that she felt she might split in two.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he murmured. “I’ve been dreaming of giving it to you like this.”
“I love how it feels…harder, harder!” Her words inflamed him, and in response, he drilled her more rapidly, until she groaned and exploded with pleasure, her body shuddering and seizing beneath him until she was sated with fulfillment. He, however, remained hard and throbbed within her, his muscles tense, and it seemed that unless she brought him to his own precipice, he would continue to fuck her forever.
She wrapped her legs tightly around him, as she would her horses, and slowed him to a measured, undulating rhythm. In one motion, she rolled him over and sat astride him, posting on and off his member as if she were posting up and down on a horse. She closed her eyes, her lips parting as she sighed with pleasure, anticipating more. She was totally ready to claim every bit of satisfaction Miles could give her. In fact, the idea of multiple orgasms turned her hot and liquid inside.
The sight of her body, arched, riding him in search of its own pleasure, drove him wild. The rise and fall of her breasts were tantalizing. Now it was he whose breath came in ragged gasps as she dictated their passion. His hands held her hips, but he was not in control—she was. Her silken vagina encased him in a passionate embrace of dominance that left him breathless. Strong and powerful, her muscles used to hours in the saddle, she rode him as if she was galloping through an open meadow, riding a stallion, as she cantered his cock. His hands reached to cup her breasts, and she knew they were nearly at their climactic destination. With a power that neither could resist, they came together explosively, smothering their groans as their lips pressed together while the world around them ceased to exist. She collapsed onto his chest, sighing with contentment.
“Welcome to the Hamptons,” she said, giggling. As she disengaged herself from him, he moaned with pleasure. Adelia snuggled into the crook of his arm, taking in the spectacle of the stars in the heavens. “Thank you, Miles,” she whispered.
His lips curved into a smile as he fell into the sleep of the exhausted.
As the rising sun’s rays crept across the bed, warming their entwined legs, Adelia woke and kissed Miles’s peaceful face. She quietly rose from the bed and prepared herself for her day at the horse show. She felt invigorated and was looking forward to tomorrow’s Grand Prix. This would be her last day to ready herself and the horses for the competition. All of her energy would have to be harnessed and focused on the task at hand and her goal of making the World Cup team.
She ordered a hearty breakfast for them both and cuddled up next to Miles. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” she whispered. “Breakfast is on its way, and I have to leave for the stable.”
Miles yawned and stretched, eyeing her through sleepy eyes, and then, like a tiger, he pounced on her, licking her hungrily.
“Stop, stop,” she said, giggling. “We have to eat breakfast. It’ll be here in a minute, and I’ve got to go work the horses.”
“Why don’t you work me first, and then I can have you for breakfast?” he growled.
“Have me for dinner,” she teased back.
“But I’m hungry now!”
“Please, Miles! Tomorrow’s the Classic. What if I walked into your boardroom during an important meeting with clients and began seducing you?”
“I’d lay you across the table and copulate with you right before their eyes. In fact, we may have to try the boardroom table. It sounds rather enticing!”
“You’re impossible. Don’t you want me to win the million-dollar purse tomorrow?”
“What’s a million bucks compared to the pleasure of taking advantage of you here and now?”
“Miles, I promise you that tomorrow after the Grand Prix, you can take me anywhere you’d like and do with me as you wish.”
“Ah, now that sounds interesting!” He pulled her close and kissed her hungrily. “You know you’ve just sold your soul to the devil.”
She put the horses through a flat workout and an abbreviated jumping course. Her goal was to achieve the most expedient response time to her hand and leg signals. The Grand Prix was all about adjusting the pace to each obstacle. The horses needed to trust that she would give them the security to clear formidable jumps and open water. She needed to trust that regardless of what the course held, if she did her job right, they would perform at their maximum ability. It was all or nothing once on course.
As she put the horses through their paces, Miles was never far from her thoughts. She was happy that he was enjoying his day with Karolin at the house he had rented on the beach. He needed to relax. The man was a workaholic. Karolin had decided to throw a party Sunday night after the Grand Prix. It would be a celebration for all of their friends and business associates that were in town. Once the Grand Prix was behind her Adelia looked forward to relaxing and enjoying her courtship with Miles. If all went well tomorrow, she would have two things to celebrate. Tonight they had agreed to meet for an early dinner. She had made it clear to Miles that he and Karolin were on their own after dinner. It would be early to bed for her, with no distractions and no alcohol.
She took a cab to Nick and Tony’s; she was late and was glad that Miles had agreed to meet her there with Karolin and Todd. Her tardiness would be easily forgiven, because they would be well into their first bottle of champagne or wine by the time she arrived.
At the restaurant, everyone was, indeed, happily imbibing. She was shown to an A-list table under strings of lights on a terrace designed to transport diners to the Mediterranean seacoast. It was a lovely summer night, and she wore a white cotton piqué dress with flat silver sandals. She had brushed her hair back in a ponytail and wore only a touch of makeup. Her appearance was in sharp contrast to Karolin, who looked ready to hit the clubs in a tight, black-sequined sheath and stiletto heels.
Miles stood when she arrived and kissed her hand and then her lips. “My princess has arrived!” She could taste the wine on his kiss and see the playfulness in his grin. For now, the businessman was on vacation, and the weekend playboy had taken his place.
“Sorry I’m late.” She sat next to Miles and felt his hand under the table rubbing her thigh.
She was quiet and subdued, allowing the others to dominate the conversation, nodding when required. Mostly her thoughts were fixed on the horses and tomorrow’s Classic. She was surprised to find that Todd was a charming man who worked for a living. He was in PR and a junior partner at a large Madison Avenue firm. He and Miles got along well, and except for the hand that continued to fondle her thigh, she was allowed her solitary musings as the others talked up multiple topics, laughing at each other’s clever observations. The wine flowed freely, and Adelia was content to watch the merrymakers celebrate their weekend sport.
Occasionally, she would feel Miles’s fingers creep higher on her thigh, beneath her skirt, and his eyes would sneak a sideways glance to ascertain her reaction. Leaning over to kiss him, she would whisper, “You promised to behave,” and deftly move his hand to a safer location. The twinkle in his eyes revealed his amusement at the cat and mouse game. After dinner and before dessert, she excused herself. Miles insisted that his driver take her back to the inn. They walked to the car holding hands.
“Do you want me to ride back with you?”
“No way, Miles. I don’t trust myself or you, and I really must get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow’s my big day, and I want to be ready. Besides, I made a bargain with the devil, and I keep my promises, so please keep yours.”
“Yes, and the devil can hardly wait to take delivery. Karolin and I will be there tomorrow to applaud you on to glory, Princess.” He paused for a moment, turning toward her as he searched her eyes. “I know you might think I’m crazy, but I’ve fallen in love w
ith you, Adelia. I want to marry you. You’re the one I’ve been waiting for. I can’t really explain it, except to say that it was love at first sight.”
His face was unreadable. It was as if he threw a line out to a fish, he waited to see if she would take the bait. With his arms around her, he waited for her response.
She was speechless and felt the ground give way beneath her feet. “Miles, I don’t know what to say. You’re a bit high and might just be taken with the moment and last night. We’ve known each other such a short time. Why don’t we think on it tonight, and you can ask me again tomorrow? Don’t worry if you change your mind or regret your hasty proposal. I won’t hold it against you.” She kissed him sweetly before breaking away from his embrace and getting into the car.
Before the car sped away, Miles reached in to kiss her hand. His eyes were completely sober. “I told you when we met that I’m impulsive and that it has usually served me well. I knew the minute I saw you, Adelia, that you were the woman I wanted, the one. Nothing will change that!”
Chapter 11
The morning fog was burning off the showground when Adelia arrived. Thousands of people were there with their families, watching the different classes, shopping, and eating at the many venues. The tables in the exhibitors’ and VIP tent were lavishly dressed with crystal and fine china. Formally attired waiters hovered, ready to attend to every whim of the guests who were fortunate enough to afford the pricey tables. Everything was readied for the main event, the Hampton Classic Grand Prix. The mayor of New York was in attendance, as were numerous celebrities from music, media, film, and television, not to mention the business moguls whose daughters and sons would also compete, astride million-dollar horses. She knew that Miles and Karolin would be watching from the tent. Their own horse, Avatar, was being ridden by one of the most seasoned professionals.
