Page 161 of Charming Deception

Now, as I look at her, on the flight over the water from Vancouver to Vancouver Island on the helicopter I promised I’d take her on, her face lighting up in awe at the view below, I can’t imagine sex, or anything else I do with Megan, being separated out. It’s all blending into one pulsing mass of feelings. Spending time with her, getting to know her, and soon, touching her freely… it’s all about feelings.

It’s actually occurred to me what a fucking shame it would’ve been if I’d met her outside of this challenge, very possibly screwed her early on, and then did the usual: moved on. If I didn’t even take the time to get to know her, but had sex with her soon after meeting her, like so many other women… “we” would already be a thing of the past, and I’d probably never even know what I’d missed out on.

Worse, knowing she was Cole’s sister, I might’ve even gone out of my way to avoid her after we had our little fling, so as not to complicate things. Again, never knowing that I was missing out on the loveliest woman I’d ever meet.

But that’s not to say that this entire “fake” relationship has been a smooth ride.

It’s been over a week since we arrived home from our Europe trip, and ever since that night in Paris, things between us have been strained as I continue to struggle with maintaining my distance, while still keeping up with work, and trying to make sure Megan’s happy, even with this careful boundary between us.

I can’t wait to tear it right down. Obliterate it. The distance, the boundary, the line I had to draw between us. I want to unleash everything I’ve ever had to hold back, to keep myself from losing control with her.

I want to sweep her away and make it up to her for days on end.

Naked.

So, I’ve decided to bring her to the island, to a resort my family owns here. It’s got a fantastic restaurant, a world-class spa, and it’s surrounded by lush rain forest.

But most importantly, the VIP suite is ultra-private. It’s the perfect place to hole away with a lover.

As soon as we arrive and get settled into the suite, I show her the pool on the huge private patio, and the incredible, peaceful view into the mossy green trees of the forest that border it.

Then a romantic dinner for two is served for us on the patio.

We take our time eating, then take a dip in the pool, enjoying the fresh air off the forest and the view of the stars as the night grows dark around us.

At eleven o’clock, we’re lingering in the hot tub when I lean in and kiss her, obviously taking her by surprise. I’ve managed to avoid kissing her, or being kissed by her again, since Paris, which has been one of the most ridiculous and difficult things I’ve ever had to do.

She hesitates when my lips touch hers, but then she kisses me back. I indulge in the luscious heat of her mouth, kissing her soft and slow for long minutes in the steaming water, before I break away, suggesting we shower off and have some wine by the fire.

She seems delighted by this.

The energy between us, as usual, is heated and electric, and clearly neither of us has sleep in mind anytime soon.

At eleven fifty, I pour us a glass of wine and we sit down to drink in front of the fireplace in the suite, in our bathrobes, with the fire burning low. It’s cooler here than it is in the city, wrapped inside the shelter of the forest.

I can tell Megan loves it here.

Or maybe she especially loves being here alone with me.

She’s happy tonight, and it makes my chest burn.

At midnight, I set my wineglass down and get to my feet. I take off my watch and set it aside. I’ve been checking it all night, and she’s probably wondering if I’m distracted about some business thing.

I plan to give her all my attention, for the next seven days.

As much of it as she can handle.

I’ve booked us here for a whole week, but if she wonders why, she hasn’t outright asked. Maybe she assumes I brought her here so she could write in peace. And that’s part of it. A very small part.

I lock eyes with her and tell her, “Come here, Megan.” My voice is low and demanding, and it sends a shiver up my back when her eyes go wide in response.

They go soft and glassy, too.

Maybe she can sense the lust pouring off me.

She sets her wine aside. Then she gets to her feet and hesitantly comes over to me.

I reach for her, slipping my hand around the small of her back, and draw her to me. My hard cock, trapped between us, flexes hungrily.

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