by Cathryn Fox
He wet his mouth. “Then I suggest we get started.”
Her lips parted but before she could answer, she saw the light flick on next door. When she caught the silhouette of Nikko on his deck, unease moved through her, knowing she was visible to him. Even though he’d told her that her nights and weekends were her own, she didn’t want her employer to think he’d hired someone who wouldn’t be a good role model for his daughter. She inched away, but oddly enough, even though she was sure she didn’t have exhibition tendencies, the thoughts of Nikko watching her with Dimitri—Dimitri touching her, kissing her, burying his face between her legs to take care of the hungry spot in need of attention—filled her with a new kind of heat.
Chapter Four
Two days had passed since the pool party and Alexis hadn’t seen Dimitri around since she had apologized and slipped from his Jacuzzi and hurried back to her room. As much as she wanted to stay and see where the night led, she didn’t want to give Nikko any reason to send her packing. Certain she’d blown any chance with her hot neighbor, she glanced at the sexy outfit on her bed, one she’d picked up at Zen’s boutique in town earlier that day. Hot as Dimitri was, maybe she’d be better off steering clear of him, all things considered, and hooking up with someone else.
When she’d stopped by the shop, Zen had insisted she come out to the club with them tonight, but after fleeing from Dimitri’s party, she wasn’t so sure she should. Then again, he likely didn’t want to have anything more to do with the skittish American after her hasty escape and this would give her a chance to meet a few more locals.
Her phone beeped, indicating she had a text. She grabbed it from her nightstand.
Stop overthinking things and just go!
Alexis laughed. Even thousands of miles away, Mel knew what she was thinking.
Okay, okay.
And don’t worry about Mr. Speedo. It’s his loss, not yours.
I’m not so sure about that. You didn’t see him.
I still think you should have done him. Right there in the Jacuzzi!
I told you. Nikko was watching.
Maybe that’s his thing, Alex. Maybe Nikko gets off on it. Did you ever think of that?
A shimmer of excitement moved through Alexis at the thought of Dimitri touching her while Nikko watched. Her pussy quivered with anticipation. I hardly think so.
Yeah, well you never know.
Wanting to redirect the conversation, Alexis took a picture of the sexy top and skirt and sent it to Mel. What do you think?
I think the guys are going to be fighting over you.
I don’t know about that, but it’s gorgeous isn’t it?
Yeah, so put it on and get out there and get yourself laid.
Alexis crinkled her nose, a sudden bout of apprehension moving through her. What if no one was interested? Maybe I should just stay in.
You know I’m dying here, right? Jesus, Alex, get dressed and get out there. I need this as much as you do!
Alexis laughed. I’ll talk to you later.
Alex tossed her phone onto her bed, took one last look out her window in search of Dimitri, then decided the hell with it. Zen was giving her the opportunity to meet guys and she was damn well going to take it.
After dressing in the silk, cleavage-complementing top Zen had specifically picked out for her, and the short skirt that enhanced her curves, rather than hid them, she fussed with her makeup and hair. Standing before her mirror she had to admit Zen knew what she was doing. She actually felt pretty in the clothes, and with the way the guys had all admired her body at the pool party, maybe her apprehension was for nothing.
She slipped from her room, noting how unusually quiet the house was. She’d spent the day swimming with Sophie, and going over some English lessons. The little girl was pretty tuckered out at the dinner table so she assumed she was fast asleep at this late hour. She hadn’t seen much of Nikko over the last couple days. He’d been out of the house buried in business meetings, and had only eaten with them a handful of times. Which was probably a good thing, because the less time she spent around him, the less she’d be thinking about what Zen had said about sleeping under him.
Or what Mel had said about him watching...
She made her way outdoors and was hit with a warm sea breeze as she walked down the cobblestone driveway and found her way to the center of town. Locals and tourists alike filled the streets, and the delicious smells of authentic Greek food wafted through the night air, making her empty stomach grumble. Music drifted from the open windows of numerous clubs, and laughter curled around her, punching up her anticipation.
As excitement built inside her, she maneuvered her way through the crowd, aware of the male attention she was drawing. Feeling a new sense of bravado, she pulled her shoulders back, accentuating her ample cleavage and put a little extra sway to her hips, letting her skirt flare around her.
She turned the corner and stepped into Club Athens. Loud music filled the packed room as she stood there suddenly feeling a little unsure as she searched for a familiar face.
“Alexis,” Zen called out, and relief moved through her as her new friend waved her over.
Alexis pushed her way through the crowd, and when she reached Zen’s table, Zen jumped up to hug her.
“I’m so glad you came.” Zen gave her a quick once over, and whispered. “You look gorgeous.” She clicked her tongue and added, “What I’d do for those curves.” Before Alexis could respond, and tell her how much she’d love to have her slim shape, Zen waved her hand over the others at her table. “You remember everyone, don’t you?”
She nodded, and as she sat, she wracked her brains trying to recall everyone’s name. A waitress came by with drinks and finger food and everyone chatted and dug in. Alexis resolutely avoided the delicious looking fried appetizers on the platter, sipped on a cocktail and talked to Costa, who she’d come to learn, was a travel guide and offered to show her around.
Relaxing in to conversation, and feeling like a part of this accepting group of people who didn’t seem to judge her based on her figure, she pushed back into her chair, prepared to enjoy the evening. But when a powerful hand came down on her shoulder, and the warm scent of beach washed over her, every nerve in her body came alive.
She didn’t need to turn to know it was Dimitri. As she sat there trying to catch her breath, everyone around the table greeted him, and after exchanging pleasantries, he put his mouth close to her ear and said, “Come with me.”
Working to tamp down the anxiety careening through her blood, Alexis pardoned herself from the table, noting that no one seemed surprised that Dimitri was taking her away. It was like they knew he was a man who got what he set his eyes on, and right now he had those eyes set on her! When she stood, he put his hand on the small of her back, and looked down at her with raw hunger.
Her entire body quaked. “Where are we going?” she questioned, hating how breathless she sounded.
“To finish what we started,” he said with certainty as they moved through the crowd.
“What do you mean?”
He stopped in the middle of the club, and turned to her. When partygoers breezed past them, he pulled her close, her body pressed against his. “You ran away so fast the other night I didn’t get to give you your first Greek, hands-on experience.”
She gulped. “I left because...but I haven’t seen you...I didn’t think you still...”
“I’ve been busy, Alexis.” His voice dropped, became deep, sensual, husky. “I’ve been swamped with meetings, but believe me, you’re all I’ve been able to think about.”
“Oh,” she said.
“But work time is over.” His eyes moved over her face, as his hands slid lower on her back, resting at the swell of her buttock. “And you know what that means?”
“No, what?”
His grin turned wicked, and there was a suggestive edge to his voice when he said, “It means it’s time to play.”
Her nipples tingled in anticipa
tion. Her mouth opened, but words escaped her. She wondered if she looked as eager as she felt.
He dipped his head, his mouth so damn close to hers. “Isn’t that what you want? Don’t you want to play with me, Alexis?”
Her heart raced, pounded against her ribcage. “Yes,” she answered, but then stole a nervous glance around, thinking about all the couples she’d seen having sex in public. Surely he didn’t...
“Then let’s play,” he said.
Hoping her legs didn’t fail her, she let him guide her through the throng of people, toward the end of the bar. As if understanding her worries, he pulled her into what looked like a private wine room, pressed her back to the wall, and braced his hands on either side of her head.
She looked out the archway and into the dark club. While she couldn’t see into the dimness, she knew if anyone sat at the stool near the end of the bar, they’d be able to see them, but when his lips came down on hers, and he pressed his solid body into her, she could no longer think with any clarity.
He kissed her hard, his tongue sliding into her mouth to tangle with hers. After a long moment he groaned then murmured, “You’re every bit as sweet as I knew you would be.”
A noise crawled out of her throat and she squirmed, hardly able to believe what was happening. One minute she was sitting with her new friends, the next Dimitri had her flat against the wall. He pillaged her mouth, ran his hands down her sides, shaping her contours and stroking the outer edges of her breasts. He pressed his hips against her and a whimper crawled out of her throat when she felt the impressive length of his cock against her stomach. Her body flushed, and when she became a little lightheaded, her hands gripped his shoulders to hang on.
God, she wanted this so badly, but when he slipped a hand between her legs, she froze, her heart pounding erratically as a tremble moved through her. Air hissed from her lungs as she tried to loosen up and let nature takes its course, but her body remained stiff, a telltale sign that she was an ingénue. She bit the inside of her mouth, not wanting to come off as young and inept, but with the way she’d stiffed when he delved beneath her skirt, she was beginning to show her true colors. She was also starting to believe that College Boy was right. Maybe she really was frigid.
Dimitri straightened and braced his hands on either side of her head again. Perceptive eyes full of heat locked on hers. “Alexis, are you okay with this?” he asked, his voice husky and raw.
“Yes.” she managed to get out after a long moment.
He cocked his head. “This is what you want, right?”
She blinked up at him, and when her glance met with tender concern she found herself hedging the truth. “It’s happening so fast.”
His hair spilled over his eyes making him look so damn sexy her sex clenched. “Do you want me to slow down?”
She shook her head, her body tightening as she glanced down. “No, it’s not really that.”
Dimitri put a finger under her chin and lifted it until their eyes locked. “What is it?”
She nibbled her lip, and blurted out, “I might not be very good at this.”
“I know,” he murmured.
Surprised, her back straightened. “You do? How?”
“Sweetheart,” he began, running the rough pad of his thumb over her cheek. “You have innocence written all over you.”
A fine tremor rippled through her at his touch. “Then why would you want to do this? Are you taking pity on me too?”
“Pity?” He groaned and raked a hand through his hair. “Have you not looked at yourself in a mirror lately?” He shook his head. “Alexis, you’re gorgeous. Do you have any idea how much I want you? Your body is so lush and inviting, all I want to do is touch you. You’re all I’ve thought about for days.”
“Really?” She sucked in a quick breath, and felt something warm and wicked blossom inside her.
“Yes, really. Why would you think otherwise?”
She shrugged, her throat tightening with emotions. “The guys back home—”
Her pressed a finger to her lip and finished her sentence. “—are assholes.”
She grinned. “Yeah, I know,” she agreed and took a quick moment to wonder why she even cared what they thought.
“They have no idea how to treat a beautiful, voluptuous woman like you.” His lips lightly brushed hers and in a voice full of promise, he murmured, “But I do. I can give you what you want, what you need, Alexis.” The roughness in his tone gave way to softness and pushed away the last of her reserve when he asked, “Isn’t that why you came to me?”
“Yes,” she admitted, understanding how good everyone here was at reading her needs, which had her wondering if her boss was privy to her deepest, darkest secrets too.
“Then don’t think, sweetheart. Just feel.”
He brushed his thumb over her mouth, and with impulse flooding her, she parted her lips and drew the rough tip into her mouth. He growled and pushed the hard ridge of his cock against her belly. Alexis sucked him in deeper, having no idea what possessed her to take his finger into her mouth in the first place. Perhaps sharing her fears with him filled her with bravado. Or perhaps it was the sexy way he looked at her that made her feel sexy, brazen.
Confident.
Either way, even though having sex at the club was risky and inappropriate, she wanted this. Here and Now. With him. And suddenly, being inappropriate felt like a good idea.
As if sensing the shift in her, he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, holding her captive against the wall. His burning mouth came down hard, claiming her and branding her with his heat. Delicious warmth spread over her skin as she undulated her hips against his, rubbing herself against him and giving herself over to the heat between them.
She savored the sweetness of his mouth, until he pulled away, to begin a slow path down her body. “Dimitri,” she whispered, when he reached her breasts and sucked her nipple through her silk tank top. The pleasure was most exquisite.
Raking her fingers through his hair, she held him to her, quivering in delight as he gave a lusty groan. She arched her back when she felt his mounting desire, thrilled to know she had this affect on him. Warm and wanting, her body buzzed to life and she ran her hands over his shoulders, loving the way his muscles clenched and bunched beneath her touch.
The scent of her arousal perfumed the room, and she listened to Dimitri suck in sharp breath, as he sank to his knees, his mouth going to her stomach. He held her tight, and with excruciating slowness, moved his lips over her midriff, nipping her sensitive flesh with his teeth. As her passion soared, she gave a low groan of need, his slow, tender seduction nearly killing her.
He trailed his hands over her inner thighs, a slow lazy caress that left goose bumps in its wake. He paused before reaching the damp triangular patch that needed his attention, his eyes gauging her reactions. When her gaze met his, and she saw raw lust in his eyes, her sex fluttered, her breath leaving her lungs in a whoosh. They exchanged a long, heated look, her eyes conveying without words how much her body beckoned his touch, his mouth, his cock.
Taking charge of her pleasure, one hand slid higher and higher, and he didn’t seem to be turned off by her chubby thighs. His hand stopped when he reached the lacey band of her panties. With one quick tug, he pulled them from her hips.
A strange, strangled noise came from the depths of her throat as he bared her pussy. Her entire body moistened, and when he growled in return, it made her feel so desirable, so sexy.
He fingered the soft material on her skirt, then bunched it into his hands. He leaned into her, his breath hot on her thighs as he parted her pink lips with his tongue. She gasped, a tremor wracking her body at that first sweet touch to her clit. Hot, and oh so wet, his swirled the soft blade of his tongue over her sensitive cleft, and she widened her legs, granting him deeper access as he took full possession of her pussy.
“So sweet,” he murmured, his rich decadent rumble of pleasure curling around her. “So damn sweet.”
Feeling wild, frantic and not wanting to hold anything back she let loose a breathy moan, her body craving so much more. “Please...” she begged.
“Is this want you want?” He pushed a finger inside her and fire whipped through her blood.
“Yes,” she cried out, moving against his finger as basic elemental need took over.
“You are so responsive,” he murmured as her body burned up with need. Another finger slid into her and he pushed deeper, slowly pumping into her as he raised her passion to never-before-known heights.
As his gifted her with long, luxurious strokes, her mind stopped working. No longer able to think, and only able to feel, she began to rock her hips, letting go of all inhibitions and moving against his mouth, her body shaking with an intensity that was both frightening and exciting.
Her pussy dripped with desire as he ravaged her, and their moans of pleasure blended. It shocked and thrilled her to watch Dimitri take joy in pleasuring her, and as she loosened, some working brain cell alerted her to the fact that she wasn’t frigid, she just wasn’t with the right guy—one who gave her confidence and encouraged her to embrace her body, just the way it is.
Sagging against the wall as he feathered heated kisses over her pussy, she succumbed to the pleasure. Her skin grew tight, and her insides quaked in a way that was unbelievably mind-blowing.
A barrage of sensations overcame her, and her body convulsed. God, she’d expected it to feel good, considering he was a guy who knew his way around a woman’s body, but never had she expected it to feel this good.
As if sensing what she needed to take her to the precipice, he changed tactics, and roughly brushed his thumb over her clit. Her entire body trembled and burned beneath his artful manipulations.
“Look at me, Alexis,” he commanded, and when she obeyed, the scalding heat in his eyes left her breathless. “Watch me taste you.”
Eyes hazed with desire, Alexis watched as he delicately slid his tongue along the seam of her sex. Desire twisted inside her, her breath came in heavy, panting gasps.
