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CHAPTER 27

Jaime

Back in my hotel suite, I poured myself a scotch and replayed the events of the day. My mind bounced from Gloria’s exquisite tortured expression when she played with her vibrator to her wild savage one as she fucked me senseless on my beachfront property. I was still bathed in the intoxicating scent of the sea, cypress, and sex and didn’t want to wash it off. We’d officially started a relationship and as the sky darkened outside, I wished she were still with me. My cock throbbed with lust and desire. I desperately wanted to submerge myself in her essence. Taste. Lick. Inhale. And feel every ounce of her flesh. Fingers crossed I’d have that opportunity later tonight.

Right now, I had to focus on my meeting. The task at hand. A sealed packaged had been brought to my room while I was with Gloria in the afternoon. Setting my drink down next to it on the coffee table, I tore open the yellow bubble envelope. Inside was one object and a note. Instructions: Click and point. Despite the complications in my life, it was as simple as that. Click and point. If Gloria was here, that’s exactly what I do. With my dick.

I glanced down at the object. It was almost five thirty. As much as I longed to stretch out in a hot bubbly bath and fantasize about Gloria, I had little time. We were meeting at six. I couldn’t be late. And blow this.

Heading into the luxurious bathroom, I stripped off my clothes and turned on the faucet of the deluxe shower. It was one of those state-of-the art showers with multiple showerheads that sprayed like a waterfall from the ceiling. The room was already steaming up as I stepped inside it. I squirted some soap on my hand and lathered up. The hot pellets of water pounded on my back and felt fucking good.

If only she was here with me. I’d have her on my knees sucking my cock, just like she did at The Walden. That was less than a week ago, but it felt now like I knew her forever. Stroking my soaped-up cock, I imagined her with me. Knowing what she could do with her luscious mouth and body, my cock swelled in my hand. I stroked faster and harder. But this time in my fantasy, I didn’t want to come in her hand or her mouth. On the brink of a major orgasm, I imagined lifting her up and facing her against the wall, plastering her hands against the surface. Layering my body against hers, whispering dirty thoughts into her ear, biting down on her shoulder, and then plunging my cock inside her without mercy. Hard, deep, and ruthless as the water pounded us like a spray of bullets. I could virtually hear her cry out and feel my fullness inside her as my hand brought my cock to climax. With my other hand against the wall to steady myself, my cock combusted and hot semen spread on my fingers before it washed off.

Tonight, if things went well, I’d live out this fantasy.

I quickly washed my hair, blew it dry, and then got dressed.

Jeans, a T-shirt, and my leather jacket.

The last thing I put on was my new device.

As I adjusted it, three words stabbed at my mind.

Click. And. Point.

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