"Maybe you should stay here, then..."

He tried to draw a breath, and not show how excited he was growing. "Sure, the couch is plenty comfortable."

"Yeah, the couch," she said. There was a pause, and then she bit her lip and added "or, maybe just... the bed...."

That was all Harrison needed. Every inch of his c.o.c.k became rock hard the second he scooped Clarice's delicate body up into his strong arms and pressed his lips to hers. Clarice whimpered hungrily against his mouth as she kissed him back, throwing her arms around his neck and even hiking one of her gorgeous bare legs up against his hip.

"Clarice," he said breathlessly against her mouth. "I have to have you."

"Take me," she replied before she took his lower lip between hers and sucked hard. "I want you to f.u.c.k me, please."

His l.u.s.t was inflamed by her words and hunger for him. Desperately he made out with her as he s.n.a.t.c.hed her from her feet entirely and carried her into the penthouse, her hips grinding into his. He kicked the door closed behind him with a sloppy twisted foot.

Clarice clawed at his suit coat, trying unsuccessfully to throw it off his shoulders as he continued to walk, carrying her into the bedroom and tossing her playfully down on the mattress. She laughed as her legs went bouncing up in the air.

He couldn't help but stare down at her as he peeled off his jacket and tie. The look on her face was one of pure l.u.s.t and seduction, and he found it difficult to believe she had ever had a hard time finding a man to f.u.c.k her. Clarice ran her hands up her own legs, teasing him, pulling the skirt up to give him hints of the lacy underwear she was wearing underneath.

"Don't you touch that," said Harrison suddenly, firmly. "That's all my present, and I want to unwrap it myself."

Clarice's hands stopped moving, and her face flushed with new arousal. The corner of her lip turned up in a smile and she obeyed him, removing her hands from her own body. "Yes, sir," she said.

He grinned back and continued undressing, taking his time with each b.u.t.ton on his dress shirt as she lay there, becoming more and more aroused with every second he stalled. Clarice was breathing heavily, shifting on the mattress, staring at him l.u.s.tfully as he revealed his cut chest to her.

"d.a.m.n, you're so hot," she said to him.

"You're so s.e.xy I can barely stand it," he returned as he reached for his belt buckle and began to remove his slacks. He relished the look on Clarice's face when he pulled down his boxer briefs and let his nine-inch c.o.c.k spring free, so hard it ached.

"Now, get your body over here," he said.

Clarice didn't hesitate. She crawled across the mattress towards him and kneeled, her body hovering mere inches away from his. Her hands were behind her back to show she wasn't going to disobey his touching order. "Good girl," he said, and watched her shiver.

Harrison wrapped his arms around her back and hovered with his lips over hers without kissing, making her breathing come even faster than before. His big hands found the zipper on her beautiful dress and slowly, painfully, he started to pull it down as his hot breath ran over the sensitive skin of Clarice's neck.

"Harrison," she whispered. She was aching so badly for him that he almost couldn't keep his own composure.

Once it was completely off her shoulders, it fell to pool around her knees on the bed, leaving her in only her gorgeous bra and panties set that matched the nude color of the heels still on her feet. Harrison nearly lost his composure right then and there at the sight of her perfectly decorated body.

"f.u.c.k," he said to himself as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, licking along her skin as he unfastened her bra. "You are so incredibly s.e.xy."

Clarice moaned under his touch and brought her hands up, unable to take it anymore. She ran her palms across his skin eagerly, hungrily, and pulled his face to meet hers in a sensual kiss. Harrison's deft hands removed her bra next, exposing her sweet b.r.e.a.s.t.s and their perfect pink nipples, before he bent to take each one in his mouth. Clarice sighed in pleasure as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

His hands continued down her now bare back, over her pert a.s.s and tight thighs, until in one swift motion he pulled her legs up so that she fell flat on her back against the mattress. Clarice squealed in delighted surprise, and it quickly turned l.u.s.tful when Harrison yanked her panties off, tossing them aside without a glance. Only her heels remained as he bent down over her body and licked a wet trail to her p.u.s.s.y.

He tried to start slowly, but once he got the first taste of Clarice's dripping wetness, Harrison couldn't take it. She tasted like heaven. He buried his face between her legs and lapped at her c.l.i.t, swirling his face around to stimulate every part of her sensitive mound, and finally pushing two fingers gently inside her tight, warm core. Clarice writhed underneath him, crying out loudly, her body pulsating for more.

"I want you to come on my tongue," he told her when she wrapped her hands in his hair. "No c.o.c.k for you until you do."

She whimpered at his words, but she was too far gone in the pleasure to think of a witty comeback. Between the pressure of his fingers and the soft rhythm of his lapping tongue, Harrison could feel her o.r.g.a.s.m building quickly. He kept his pressure up until she shuddered underneath him, calling out his name so loud he was sure anyone on the beach outside would have heard it. Her p.u.s.s.y gushed its sweet, delicious juices out over his tongue and hands, and he drank them up gratefully, his c.o.c.k aching to feel what his fingers felt.

He couldn't wait anymore. After digging through his suit to find a condom he typically carried, he crawled on top of Clarice's body and stared down into her gorgeous blue eyes.

"I want you so f.u.c.king badly," he whispered against her mouth.

"Take me, Harrison, please," she begged, pushing her hips up to grind against his hardness. "I need you inside me."

"Beg me again."

"I need your c.o.c.k inside me," she said, pulling at his lips with hers. "f.u.c.k me Harrison, please!"

That was all he could take. His hardness already waiting at her entrance, Harrison thrust his hips and sank all nine inches of his thick shaft into her steaming p.u.s.s.y at once. Clarice screamed with pleasure and bent her back so that her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were offered up like a perfect tribute. He took them in his mouth one at a time as he began to thrust in a regular rhythm, pushing every inch of his hardness into her.

Clarice wrapped her thin legs around his waist and guided him harder, faster, deeper inside of her. He felt her nails drag down his back each time he leaned down to hold her close against him, but he was happy to have her leave those painful reminders of this encounter. He wanted to remember it for as long as he could, not that there was much chance of forgetting this. She suckled and bit his neck, sending new waves of extreme pleasure through his nerves that made him groan her name out loud.

His hands ran down her arms until their palms met, and at the same time they intertwined their fingers together. He lifted her arms above her head and drove harder into her, watching her face twist into expressions of pleasure and delight.

"Harrison, oh my G.o.d," she moaned. "You're going to make me come so hard."

"Come for me," he whispered against her ear. "Come all over my c.o.c.k, Clarice. I want to feel it."

She was near the edge, and he wasn't far behind. He f.u.c.ked her even harder until he felt her p.u.s.s.y muscles contract around him. Clarice cried out as she came, squeezing his hands hard, her body wracked with o.r.g.a.s.mic waves.

The feeling was so intense he couldn't hold out any longer, the pressure of her climax on his c.o.c.k drove him to his own shuddering conclusion as she sucked his o.r.g.a.s.m right out of him with her own. He buried himself as deep as he could inside of her as he came.

Spent, Harrison collapsed on top of her sweaty body as they both panted like wild dogs, trying to get their heart rates to slow down. His face nuzzled next to hers as a great big smile crept across her face. Her eyes were still closed in exhaustion.

They didn't say anything else to each other. Harrison shifted to lay beside her, kissing her cheek once, softly, before he turned her so he could spoon her beautiful body against his back. Hands still tangled together, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close until they both drifted off to sleep.

13.

Clarice

The sun wasn't yet up, but its first rays were peeking across the horizon, bold streaks of red and yellow that glinted off the water and the heavy clouds of moisture that appeared every morning here. The faraway song of the sea birds lifted Clarice out of sleep like gentle, loving hands. She thought it was a dream for the longest while, a dream so real she could feel the softness of the sheets and the caress of warm wind on her skin, coming off the sea and through her penthouse windows. Her left hand was heavy where it lay on Harrison's warm, bare chest.

Harrison.

What has happening? Last night had been incredible, and more than just the s.e.x. Every second she spent with Harrison made her feel more alive and like herself than she had felt in months... maybe even years. Something about him plugged into her spirit.

Where were her finely tuned warning bells, the ones that were supposed to keep her away from his bed and out of trouble? Off duty, apparently. She had not felt a single one the entire evening. As soon as she walked out of that bedroom and saw him standing there in his dashing suit, waiting, his face completely lit up at the sight of her, nothing felt the same as it had before.

But adventures were supposed to be quick, and that's what this was, just a fling. A fling in paradise that would give her fond memories and some lasting financial perks when she returned to New York. She could go home with her head held high, now, because she had done her younger self proud by stretching out and taking a risk again. Even the girls couldn't be upset anymore - she had gotten laid, after all.

Yet as she turned and watched Harrison's sleeping face on the pillow next to hers, the thought of leaving on that little plane back across the Pacific filled her with sadness and dread.

She took a deep breath. That day wasn't today. She was still in the fantasy, deep in the adventure, and she should enjoy every second of it that she got.

Clarice ran a soft hand through Harrison's black locks, and smiled when he mumbled happily in his sleep, turning slightly towards her touch. He still didn't seem to be awake as she traced lightly down the side of his face, and began rubbing his gorgeous, muscled back with her palm. His surfer's body was lean and tight, and she loved the feel of it against her skin. Especially when it was on top of her own body.

Immediately, the thought of last night's escapades started to make her wet again. Even though he was peacefully sleeping and his alarm hadn't yet gone off to start the day and meet his father, she couldn't help herself from wanting him awake that instant.

To that end, she bent to plant little kisses all over his warm back, her dark hair draping across his skin like a silk curtain. It wasn't long before she could feel him stirring beneath her, slowly emerging from unconsciousness. She delighted in the sounds of his m.u.f.fled grunts as they turned from sleepy objections to l.u.s.tful surprise when her lips continued along his skin.

Finally, Harrison moved to roll over and look at her, his eyes shining with desire even as they were still fighting their way out of sleep. "You're playing with fire there, love."

"Didn't I tell you? I'm an arsonist," said Clarice with a wicked grin as she bent and bit softly at his muscled chest.

The smile that spread across his face made her weak. Suddenly, Harrison was wrapping himself around her like he wanted to absorb her entire body, his mouth smashing against hers with desperate, pa.s.sionate kisses. She gasped and moaned beneath him as soon as she felt his raging erection pressing into her legs and tummy, grinding against her with urgent need.

Harrison held her head in his hands and yanked away from kissing her only long enough to say, "I can't believe what you do to me."

"Ditto," she replied, and pulled his face back down to hers.

With his body still tightly pressed against hers, her British lover kicked away the sheets still wrapped around him as he reached along the bedside table for a condom to roll on. Once he did, he bent down and suckled Clarice's b.r.e.a.s.t.s into his mouth, one at a time, licking and pulling with gentle pressure on her nipples until she was writhing and begging for his c.o.c.k.

He tried to keep teasing, but she reached down and took hold of his rock-hard d.i.c.k and guided it deeply between her legs, sinking onto it as soon as it had gone far enough to do so. Harrison could only groan and follow her lead. Suddenly he was sliding slowly inside of her, her tunnel soaked with hot yearning for this connection.

Clarice wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down close to her as he drove into her, softly and with slow intent at first, and then with sudden, aching need. His thrusts became harder, and she could feel the length of his thickness filling her up completely, hitting her g-spot, making her entire world one of pure pleasure and sensation. She cried out his name and clawed at his shoulders as he pounded into her relentlessly.

"Make me come, please baby," she begged him.

"I love watching you come," he nodded, staring into her eyes. His face was steely intent with sweat dripping from his brow. He bent his lips down to kiss her wildly, and that was all it took for the pressure to become too much. She came hard around his c.o.c.k with her mouth pressed against his, moaning his name against his lips. He didn't last long after her, stiffening as he emptied himself inside her.

As their breathing slowed, a smile spread over Harrison's face, and he moved her mussed-up hair away from her eyes. "Good morning, darling."

She giggled. "Why, good morning."

"I could get used to this."

"Like you're not already used to it," she said.

"Not as good as that," he said, his gaze running all over her lips and b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "And never with someone so beautiful."

She wanted to make a joke, but the look on his face stopped her, and Clarice instead flushed with heat and smiled instead.

The sudden blaring of a very irritating alarm interrupted the moment. Harrison made an obnoxious groaning noise and gave her a few heated kisses before he finally dragged himself off her body and moved to reach his booming smart phone.

"I have to meet my father in about an hour," he said in a low, tired voice as he swung his feet down off of the bed. "Ugh, why must every old rich white man love golf?"

"Because they can't let the commoners see them having too much fun, it would spoil their brand," said Clarice as she twisted to lay on her side and grin at him.

"You might actually be onto something with that."

She scooted forward and kissed the skin on his back. "It probably won't be half as bad as you think."

"You're supposed to be on my side, remember, pretend fiancee? What is with all this defending of the parental units?" he twisted to tickle her playfully and she squealed and rolled away from him, tangling herself in the sheets.

"Get in the shower, you!" she said once she was safely out of his grasp. "You don't want to keep your father waiting."

"He's probably already been there since 9pm last night," he replied sarcastically as he got up. "Are you spending any time with the girls, then?"

"Maybe a little, why? Do we have plans?"

"After golf, yes, they'll be expecting us to spend the afternoon with them. I was thinking of taking them into town for a show."

"Sounds great," said Clarice. "Now get your naked a.s.s dressed before I make you f.u.c.k me again."

"Oh, is that a threat, is it?" said Harrison as his face lit up in a wicked smile.

"Back, you," laughed Clarice. "Your father's waiting!"

"You know how to destroy erections as well as you can create them," he laughed, and tromped his way to the bathroom.

Once she was alone in the room, Clarice giggled and threw herself onto the bed. She felt like a teenager, and even though part of her brain was trying to warn her to keep her feet on the ground, all she really wanted was to go fully diving off the cliff. Or, at least if her legs were off the ground, she would prefer if they were at least rested around Harrison's shoulders.

She wasn't going home, not yet. Today, she was just a lucky princess in paradise, and she intended to enjoy it.

14.

Harrison

"Cheers," said George as he tapped his scotch gla.s.s against Harrison's. They nodded at each other and had a hearty drink. George handed his gla.s.s back to the caddy at his side, who traded him for a driver.

"Cheers," repeated Harrison, as he took another swig. Scotch was not his favorite poison, but it was George's and so of course that's what was brought out onto the course with them. As long as it would get him buzzed enough to keep him calm, Harrison couldn't really complain.

All of the Moore resorts included world-cla.s.s golf facilities, and if they didn't when he bought them, George Moore had them built. Golf was his only hobby, and even then, calling it a hobby was a misnomer when so much business, networking, and general hob-k.n.o.bbing was done on the green. It was basically a second board room, only one much more attractive and tantalizing than the traditional kind.