desserts. The waiter placed plates down on a small table at the side of the room. Turning away, Benedict fumbled in his pockets for a tip.
“Damn, I’ve left my change on the bathroom counter,” he said, annoyed. “Un momento, por favor,” he said, disappearing into the en-suite.
Siena noticed Benedict walk into the en-suite and saw her chance to slip past him. She put her fingers to her lips as she passed the surprised waiter and closed the door softly.
***
Benedict
When Benedict returned, he tipped the waiter, who thanked him before leaving the room. Talk about timing , he thought, walking out onto the balcony…which was now empty. Had he gone too far? No, he was certain she wanted him, so where the hell was she? Fury erupted in him as he realised she’d gone.
Benedict couldn’t believe she had disappeared again, and then his phone started to ring…“Where the hell are you?” he said angrily.
“I’m pulling up to the hotel,” said Matt, confused. “Did I just see Siena leaving?”
“Oh Matt, I thought…never mind, hang on to the taxi, I’ll be right down.”
Benedict grabbed the cream card with the scribbled address and sprinted down to the lobby, arriving breathless in front of Matt.
“Thanks, we’ll talk later,” said Benedict, opening the door and giving the driver the address. The driver turned the car, heading back from whence he came. Some fifteen minutes later he pulled up in front of a sleek, stylish villa and Benedict couldn’t help being impressed. He paid the driver and strode purposefully to the door, upon which he proceeded to hammer loudly. He was furious and decided to ring the bell too, just for good measure.
After some minutes, he heard heels clicking on the floor. The door swung open, and he was inside, pinning her to the wall, kissing her with such intensity he was almost out of control. Half carrying her, half dragging her, they stumbled down the hallway still locked together, their kisses savage with the need for each other. He stepped into a big white lounge, tugging her with him.
“Why did you leave?”
“I don’t know. You do things to me,” she whispered.
He pushed her against the door and pressed his body against her, pinning her arms with his.
“Do you want me to stop?” His gaze burned into hers.
Siena was terrified but shook her head, she could no longer resist him, or the feel of his hard body pressed against her. She couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to. He reclaimed her mouth as her body acquiesced.
He pulled away from her and rasped, “Where’s the bedroom?”
Unable to speak, she pointed at the door to his left. Swinging around, he lifted her, and she was like a rag doll in his arms. Kicking the bedroom door open, he moved across the room quickly, standing her abruptly beside the bed. Her eyes were ablaze as he unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor, revealing a black lace bustier and matching panties.
“I had to imagine you naked, so it’s only fair,” he says as he deftly unhooked her bustier. Her breasts sprung free, and he groaned when he saw them. He knelt before her and pulled her panties slowly down, his mouth hot on her skin as he removed them, before standing and drinking her in.
He was intoxicated with desire and longing as she stood for his approval, her nipples already hard, anticipating his touch; her lips slightly parted, ready for his kiss. But still he didn’t touch her, although he ached to do so. Instead he pushed her down onto the bed and pulled the hood and ribbon from his pocket.
“Should we continue where we left off?”
Before she could protest, he slipped the hood on. He lifted her hands and slipped on the loops before pushing them over her head. He pulled off his clothes as he spoke to her. “I want you to imagine me naked, my body close to yours,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed.
Siena gave a little moan as she felt the heat of his body. She jumped when his fingers traced the outline
“Damn, I’ve left my change on the bathroom counter,” he said, annoyed. “Un momento, por favor,” he said, disappearing into the en-suite.
Siena noticed Benedict walk into the en-suite and saw her chance to slip past him. She put her fingers to her lips as she passed the surprised waiter and closed the door softly.
***
Benedict
When Benedict returned, he tipped the waiter, who thanked him before leaving the room. Talk about timing , he thought, walking out onto the balcony…which was now empty. Had he gone too far? No, he was certain she wanted him, so where the hell was she? Fury erupted in him as he realised she’d gone.
Benedict couldn’t believe she had disappeared again, and then his phone started to ring…“Where the hell are you?” he said angrily.
“I’m pulling up to the hotel,” said Matt, confused. “Did I just see Siena leaving?”
“Oh Matt, I thought…never mind, hang on to the taxi, I’ll be right down.”
Benedict grabbed the cream card with the scribbled address and sprinted down to the lobby, arriving breathless in front of Matt.
“Thanks, we’ll talk later,” said Benedict, opening the door and giving the driver the address. The driver turned the car, heading back from whence he came. Some fifteen minutes later he pulled up in front of a sleek, stylish villa and Benedict couldn’t help being impressed. He paid the driver and strode purposefully to the door, upon which he proceeded to hammer loudly. He was furious and decided to ring the bell too, just for good measure.
After some minutes, he heard heels clicking on the floor. The door swung open, and he was inside, pinning her to the wall, kissing her with such intensity he was almost out of control. Half carrying her, half dragging her, they stumbled down the hallway still locked together, their kisses savage with the need for each other. He stepped into a big white lounge, tugging her with him.
“Why did you leave?”
“I don’t know. You do things to me,” she whispered.
He pushed her against the door and pressed his body against her, pinning her arms with his.
“Do you want me to stop?” His gaze burned into hers.
Siena was terrified but shook her head, she could no longer resist him, or the feel of his hard body pressed against her. She couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to. He reclaimed her mouth as her body acquiesced.
He pulled away from her and rasped, “Where’s the bedroom?”
Unable to speak, she pointed at the door to his left. Swinging around, he lifted her, and she was like a rag doll in his arms. Kicking the bedroom door open, he moved across the room quickly, standing her abruptly beside the bed. Her eyes were ablaze as he unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor, revealing a black lace bustier and matching panties.
“I had to imagine you naked, so it’s only fair,” he says as he deftly unhooked her bustier. Her breasts sprung free, and he groaned when he saw them. He knelt before her and pulled her panties slowly down, his mouth hot on her skin as he removed them, before standing and drinking her in.
He was intoxicated with desire and longing as she stood for his approval, her nipples already hard, anticipating his touch; her lips slightly parted, ready for his kiss. But still he didn’t touch her, although he ached to do so. Instead he pushed her down onto the bed and pulled the hood and ribbon from his pocket.
“Should we continue where we left off?”
Before she could protest, he slipped the hood on. He lifted her hands and slipped on the loops before pushing them over her head. He pulled off his clothes as he spoke to her. “I want you to imagine me naked, my body close to yours,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed.
Siena gave a little moan as she felt the heat of his body. She jumped when his fingers traced the outline
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