Fulfillment (Book 3 in The Temptation Series) (44 page)

I laughed.
“Funny, that. I think in a weird fucked up way he respects you
too.”

Rick shook his
head in amusement. “Okay,” he said as he put his glasses back on
and collected all the papers into a bunch, tapping them on the
table then lying them back down again. “Let’s get this shit
signed.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

The last time
I was in a private jet, I was flying back home from spending the
most amazing few days in Uluru with Bryce. The jet I was standing
in at this moment, however, was slightly bigger. In fact, it was
much bigger and much more private. When I stepped into this
aircraft I noticed it was not an open plan like the one we were in
last time, this one had walls and rooms.

As I made my
way inside, I was met with a sitting area containing chocolate
brown-coloured leather seats, a table in between them and a flat
screen TV. There was also a three-seater sofa against the plane’s
side that spanned the length of that particular room. I continued
my inspection, opening the door ahead of me and walking into a
spacious master bedroom with an inviting queen sized bed, a
wardrobe, drawers and a desk with another chocolate-coloured
leather seat. It was indulgently decadent, that decadence rolling
into the large bathroom.

“Wow! Just
wow!” I muttered, stunned. I had no idea an aircraft like this
existed, it was basically a luxury motel room with wings.

“Yeah, it’s
not bad,” Bryce replied with a deliciously handsome smile.

I turned to
him, my hand finding my hip. “You’re so fucking arrogant at
times.”

He smirked at
me then pulled me onto the bed, securing me on top of him. “Admit
it. You love it when I’m arrogant.”

I shook my
head and pursed my lips. “No, I don’t. It makes me mad.”
I lied.
He is hot—arrogantly hot.

He raised his
eyebrow in amusement. “I like it when you’re mad.”

“Do you
just?”

“I do.”

I dropped my
arms and fell to his chest, my lips landing against his. He ran his
hands up the sides of my face and into my hair then he swiftly
rolled me onto my back, pinning me to the bed.

“I’m going to
fuck you senseless on this bed when we are 30,000 feet in the
air.”

He pushed
against my mouth, dipping his tongue vehemently and taking my
breath away.

“I can’t
wait,” I said through husky breaths as he moved his mouth down my
neck.

“We have 21
hours till we land in Rome, and we are going to make the most of
every single one of them.”
Holy, fuck! Twenty-one hours with
Bryce in a private jet en-route to Rome...it doesn’t get any better
than this.

The Captain’s
voice sounded through the aircraft’s speaker. “Excuse me, Mr. Clark
and Ms. Summers, we will be taking off in less than five minutes
time. If you could make your way to your seats, Amy will secure the
cabin.”

“Is that
Captain Paul, from last time?”

“Yes, I
request him whenever I fly. I trust him completely. And Amy.”

“So they just
drop everything to be your flight crew?”

“Yeah, pretty
much.”

I shook my
head at him.

“Hunny, stop
shaking your head at me or I’ll rip this dress off you and spank
that perfect arse.”

“Is that a
threat?” I challenged him.

“No, it’s a
promise.”

I deliberately
shook my head again. “Oooo, so nasty.”

He pushed up
off me so quickly that I barely registered he’d done it, and before
I knew it, I had been turned onto my stomach, Bryce now straddling
me and facing my feet.

He wrenched up
my dress and exposed my G-string wearing arse, a cool breeze now
touching my tense cheeks. “Mmmm, so fucking tight,” he murmured as
he rubbed his hands across each buttock.

I clenched
automatically, but also in suspense as to when he would spank me
like he said he would. I felt his weight shift, then the drag of
his warm wet tongue along the bridge of my arse.
Oh,
fuck!

I arched my
back, rising to meet his tongue.

“You want me
to spank you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I
whimpered.

Not a second
later, I felt the sting of his hand against my soft flesh, the
sound of his slap sharp in the air. It hurt, but with pleasure,
making me gasp and clench my core.

His hand found
the tender spot and he rubbed it slowly, affectionately. Then I
felt his finger trail down between my cheeks, pausing momentarily
at my puckered opening, only to continue to my wet pussy.

He teased my
entry then plunged his finger hard and deep. “Fuck, you did like
that, didn’t you?”

Slowly, he
began to move his finger in and out when there was a knock at the
door.

“I’m sorry to
interrupt, Mr. Clark, but we have clearance to leave now,” Amy said
through the solid mahogany door.

I lifted my
head and turned to face Bryce, only to see the back of his
head.

“Thank you,
Amy. We will be right out,” he answered with frustrated yet
friendly authority.

He climbed off
of me, so I rolled onto my back, catching sight of him putting his
finger in his mouth to suck off my arousal. I drew in a deep
frustrated breath, got up and walked toward the door.

I felt his
hands grip my hips, halting me. “We will finish this later, my
love,” he whispered huskily, his hot breath caressing my ear.

I shivered at
his promise. “Yes, please.”

He gently
placed his hand over the spot he spanked and gave it a light tap,
then he walked me out of the room.

***

He fucked me
senseless like he promised, shortly after reaching our cruising
altitude. I kind of felt different now—a member of the Mile High
Club—superior in some way.

“I love seeing
that look on your face, that look of satisfaction.”

“You love the
fact that you put it there.”

“Of course I
do.”

“So, when we
land in Rome, what’s the plan?” I asked, curious as to our
itinerary for the next couple of days.

“Well, we’ll
fuck in my hotel room first, then we’ll sleep to catch up on the
hours we have already lost. I then have a meeting with my hotel
managers, and after that we’ll order in and fuck again. Tomorrow,
we can go sightseeing, then I’ll take you out for dinner later that
night and we’ll fuck like crazy after that. The following day we
can sleep in and eat breakfast off each other’s naked bodies. I
will then need to oversee some of the construction of the new
complex, and after that, I’ll take you shopping, we’ll fuck again,
and then we’ll fly home. Sound good?”

My mouth had
dropped open, astounded by his organisation, not to mention the
amount of times he’d said he planned on fucking me. Oh, and that we
were going sightseeing and shopping.

“Alexis, do
you want to add anything to that?” he asked, with a sexy
confidence, knowing I’d be more than happy with his suggestion.

“No, sounds
perfect.”

I picked up my
gin and swallowed, giving him an appraising wink over the rim.

***

When we landed
in Rome, the Eternal City, we were met on the tarmac by a limousine
and driver. The transfer to Opulenza Della città took less than
half an hour. It was cold and raining, being winter in this part of
the world, but when looking out the window at the enchanting
ancient city, I felt the rain added to its character.

When we pulled
up to the Opulenza Della città, we were greeted by the valet who
stood outside a cream-coloured, historically beautiful looking
building, no taller than ten stories high. It was so different from
City Towers.

As we stepped
into the lobby, it felt like I was walking into a grand ballroom
from a fairy tale. The chequered marble flooring caught my eye
first, but it was the curtains hanging exquisitely from the
floor-to-ceiling windows together with the large crystal
chandeliers that had me speechless.
Oh my God! This place is
truly breathtaking.
I’d stopped in my tracks, with my mouth
open, taking in my surroundings, when I felt the gentle grip and
pull of Bryce’s hand in mine.

“Do you like
it?” he asked, clearly boasting.

“Like it? I’m
awed, it’s simply stunning,” I answered, wide eyed.

“You’re simply
stunning, my love. This is just a building.”

I removed my
gaze from the large Renaissance painting hanging on the wall to
meet his stare. “Just a building? If you weren’t being so terribly
sexy and romantic right now, I’d try and slap you. This is not
‘just a building’. Give yourself more credit.”

A tall
dark-haired, exotically beautiful man interrupted us. “Excuse me,
Signor Clark. Benvenuto, it is so nice to see you again,” he said
with a thick accent and a charming smile.

“Buon Giorno,
Antonio. Yes, it has been a while. I’d like you to meet
Alexis.”

Being
innocently uncultured, I stuck out my hand to shake his in
greeting.

He chuckled
and pulled me closer, kissing both sides of my cheeks. “Bella,
Alexis. It is my pleasure.”

Bryce raised
his eyebrows then hugged me to him.

Noticing
Bryce’s statement of claim, Antonio politely took a step back.
“Signor Clark. Your suite is ready for you.”

“Grazie,
Antonio.”

Bryce placed
his hand at the small of my back and led me toward the
elevator.

“He was very
friendly,” I said teasingly.

“He’s supposed
to be. Just not with you, and not in front of me.”

Bryce swiped
his card through the security pad at the entrance to the suite
door, which was situated on the top floor.

He pushed the
door open after the click sounded. “After you, my love.”

I beamed and
stepped through the door, being hit straight away with mustard and
terracotta hues, gold fixtures and fittings, big ornate mirrors and
replica stone columns. It was very...well...Roman.

The suite had
a lounge with a stone textured fire place which was lit and already
cozy and inviting. On the floor in front of the fireplace was a
beautifully patterned rug, and atop it was a Victorian-styled deep
buttoned chaise lounge. As I continued to walk through the suite, I
took in its opulence, the master bedroom being no exception. It was
huge and followed the hues throughout the rest of the suite, except
the palette in the master bedroom had a subtle mustard shade which
complimented an elegant king sized bed backed with glorious thick
golden drapes that hung from a pelmet and fanned out like a
triangle, framing the bed.

A knock at the
door pulled me out of my mesmerised state. I walked back into the
lounge area of the suite to see Bryce greet a bellhop delivering
our luggage and an attendant pushing a trolley containing a bottle
of wine and a cloche. He politely thanked them both and closed the
door behind them.

“Don’t you tip
your staff here?” I asked, as he set the cloche and bottle of wine
on the table next to the chaise lounge.

“No, not in
Italy, but I do take note of all my staff and their demeanour, and
I make sure they are commended appropriately before I leave.”

I stepped up
to him, placing my hands on his shoulders. “You are a very generous
employer. I can vouch for that.”

“Mmmm,” he
groaned, running his hands underneath my heavy coat and pushing it
off my shoulders. I did the same for him and removed his suit
jacket, both of us tossing them onto the chair not too far from
where we were standing. I reached up, grabbed the nape of his neck
and pulled his lips to mine, lips that I could never get enough of,
plump, warm and sensationally talented at pleasing whatever they
touched.

His hands
found the zip at the top of my black Burberry shift dress, it
falling to the floor once the zip met its end. I stepped out of it,
now standing in my black underwear, garter, stockings, and my
Louboutin heeled boots.

“You’re a
fucking goddess, Alexis; a vision only worthy of the highest
order.”

I dropped to
my knees and unfastened his trousers while eye-fucking him
wickedly. He cracked his neck from side to side, causing a rippling
sexy sensation to surge right through me. I dug my hands deep into
his pants releasing his thick hard cock from its now snug confines.
It sprung free, positioned with authority and deliciously resting
at the tip of my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his base,
gripping tightly and dragging them up, pumping a glistening drop
over his smooth crown. I licked its saltiness then ran my tongue
over my teeth, allowing Bryce to see how much I enjoyed tasting
him.

He caressed my
face lovingly, pure adoration pouring from his eyes and radiating
through his touch. “You are everything to me,” he said as he gently
pulled the clip out of my hair, releasing my blonde waves to
cascade and frame my face.

I smiled at
his ownership, gently teething his shaft.

His fingers
flexed into my scalp, urging me to clamp my mouth down and suck him
vigorously. “Fuck!” he growled as he hips bucked into me. “Alexis,
stop. I need to be inside of you. Now!”

He pulled out
and lifted me to my feet, scooping me into his arms and placing me
onto the chaise lounge. The fire cracked and reached into the air
above it, giving the room not only warmth from the outside chill,
but a romantic ambience to complement our first sexual union in
Italy.

Bryce walked
around to the foot of the chaise and ran his hands through his
hair. “You have no idea how irresistible you look in that lingerie
and reclined on that chair.”

Leaning
forward, I snagged him by his tie. “Pants. Lose them. Now!”

He smirked at
my dominance then pushed his trousers to the ground and stepped out
of them.

Yanking
fiercely on his tie, I gave him no option but to crawl on top of
the chaise and on top of me. I opened my legs, allowing him to
settle between them, and wasting no time, I aggressively tore open
his shirt, dislodging a couple of buttons.