but Delilah mentally shook herself, stopping them. No way would she allow herself to cry over him. They both had gotten exactly what they wanted, a night in the arms of someone willing. Once she walked out of this house, Roberto Sanchez would be in her past.
With more bravado than she felt, she stepped into the hall, closed the door behind her and padded to the next room. Opening her friend’s door, she ignored Pamela, who lay snuggled between two men, all naked with the covers rumpled around their feet. All still wearing masks. They had followed the rules.
She quickly used Pamela’s shower, dressed and then awakened her friend. It was time to go home. Back to the hopes of a contract and back to reality.
~YH~
Roberto inhaled deeply, enjoying the sweet and spicy scent of Delilah and sex. It was a hint to him that the prior night had not been a dream. Today they would be leaving the private island, but the last plane would pull out late this afternoon and he did not have plans to leave the room until the last moment. He had decided last minute to even attend the sinful night, but he was certainly glad he did.
Daniel Silverman had provided him the opportunity to make his fantasy a reality. Delilah Reynolds had fallen into his arms. When he’d entered the dining room, he believed he had been seeing things when he saw her among the wicked diners. However, there she was in the flesh.
Other men in attendance had circled around her, practically drooling, wanting to sample her charms and perhaps spend the night between her thighs. However, he ensured he would be the only one there. Pure jealousy he knew, but from the sidelines he’d watched and waited for his opportunity. Seizing his chance when she’d gravitated away from the throng of revelers as he assumed she eventually would do. Looking for a place of solace. As sensual and confident as she may come off, he could easily see in the shadows of her eyes that this event, though perfect for her companion, was out of her league. Hell, it was out of his league to a certain degree.
Even though she had been a part of his thoughts and life for the past four years, he knew he’d have to take things slow with her. His mind warned him that Delilah may have come to this party because she wasn’t ready to be involved in a serious relationship. Most of Silverman’s attendees hopped for one naughty adventure to the next. Delilah could be made of the same cloth even if she wasn’t into orgies and such. His heart countered the argument.
Opening his eyes, he turned over expecting to see her sprawled out beside him in all of her beautiful brown glory, auburn hair wild around her. But the other side of the bed was empty.
Stretching his hand out, he could feel the cool, smooth texture of the sheets. She’d been out of bed for awhile. Turning his head from left to right, he searched for her. The room was large, but not big enough that he could not see that the door to the bathroom was open and dark inside, she wasn’t in there.
Had she gone down for breakfast?
He sat up. Instantly he noticed the closet door was gaped wide and two drawers were open and empty. It didn’t take more than an ounce of his intelligence to realize she had left. Left him.
It had almost been dawn the last time they’d had sex, so she either left shortly after or barely allowed herself an hour of sleep. Seeing the clock on the wall, he noticed it was fifteen after eight. The first plane had already departed the Cat Island to Nassau to a connecting flight to the U.S. main land.
“¡ Mierda ,” he cursed, slamming his fist into the mattress. This was not how he wanted their night to end. He’d thought of setting up contact with Delilah, discussing a possible future relationship with her.
Shoving the sheets off his body, he sat on the edge of the bed. If she thought it would be that easy for her to walk out of his life, she had much to learn about Roberto Sanchez.
Rising and moving towards the
With more bravado than she felt, she stepped into the hall, closed the door behind her and padded to the next room. Opening her friend’s door, she ignored Pamela, who lay snuggled between two men, all naked with the covers rumpled around their feet. All still wearing masks. They had followed the rules.
She quickly used Pamela’s shower, dressed and then awakened her friend. It was time to go home. Back to the hopes of a contract and back to reality.
~YH~
Roberto inhaled deeply, enjoying the sweet and spicy scent of Delilah and sex. It was a hint to him that the prior night had not been a dream. Today they would be leaving the private island, but the last plane would pull out late this afternoon and he did not have plans to leave the room until the last moment. He had decided last minute to even attend the sinful night, but he was certainly glad he did.
Daniel Silverman had provided him the opportunity to make his fantasy a reality. Delilah Reynolds had fallen into his arms. When he’d entered the dining room, he believed he had been seeing things when he saw her among the wicked diners. However, there she was in the flesh.
Other men in attendance had circled around her, practically drooling, wanting to sample her charms and perhaps spend the night between her thighs. However, he ensured he would be the only one there. Pure jealousy he knew, but from the sidelines he’d watched and waited for his opportunity. Seizing his chance when she’d gravitated away from the throng of revelers as he assumed she eventually would do. Looking for a place of solace. As sensual and confident as she may come off, he could easily see in the shadows of her eyes that this event, though perfect for her companion, was out of her league. Hell, it was out of his league to a certain degree.
Even though she had been a part of his thoughts and life for the past four years, he knew he’d have to take things slow with her. His mind warned him that Delilah may have come to this party because she wasn’t ready to be involved in a serious relationship. Most of Silverman’s attendees hopped for one naughty adventure to the next. Delilah could be made of the same cloth even if she wasn’t into orgies and such. His heart countered the argument.
Opening his eyes, he turned over expecting to see her sprawled out beside him in all of her beautiful brown glory, auburn hair wild around her. But the other side of the bed was empty.
Stretching his hand out, he could feel the cool, smooth texture of the sheets. She’d been out of bed for awhile. Turning his head from left to right, he searched for her. The room was large, but not big enough that he could not see that the door to the bathroom was open and dark inside, she wasn’t in there.
Had she gone down for breakfast?
He sat up. Instantly he noticed the closet door was gaped wide and two drawers were open and empty. It didn’t take more than an ounce of his intelligence to realize she had left. Left him.
It had almost been dawn the last time they’d had sex, so she either left shortly after or barely allowed herself an hour of sleep. Seeing the clock on the wall, he noticed it was fifteen after eight. The first plane had already departed the Cat Island to Nassau to a connecting flight to the U.S. main land.
“¡ Mierda ,” he cursed, slamming his fist into the mattress. This was not how he wanted their night to end. He’d thought of setting up contact with Delilah, discussing a possible future relationship with her.
Shoving the sheets off his body, he sat on the edge of the bed. If she thought it would be that easy for her to walk out of his life, she had much to learn about Roberto Sanchez.
Rising and moving towards the
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