Page 11 of Something Blue

“Someone doesn’t just disappear.” He says to me, his eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, it’s crazy.” I say, not thinking about the day or what happened because I’m thinking about Neve, lying upstairs asleep on that bed. Not married. Single.Waiting for me.

I’m thinking about the look she gave me tonight, and how she would have been putty in my hands if we had been alone.

“Yeah. Crazy.” Mas mutters, tired and agitated. I can tell he wants to get into this conversation more - but he’s not in the mood after such a long day. I’ll hear about his concerns in the morning again. But he can talk till he’s blue in the face. I’ve covered my tracks.

“Night.” I wave at him as he climbs into his car. “Night.” He sighs, closing the door and starting the engine.

I walk over to where I’m parked and climb into my car. Except I don’t drive off. And once he’s out of sight, his engine growling off into the distance, I climb out of my car and walk back into the hotel.

I can’t get Neve out of my head and tonight is too good an opportunity to miss.

I have no idea how tomorrow is going to pan out, so I want to make the most of the current situation.

Dipping my hand into my pocket I find the penthouse keycard I stole off the entrance table of their room. My lips curve into a menacing grin as I stare at my reflection in the perfectly polished steel walls of the elevator. Straightening the black collar of my crisp shirt I dust my hands over mychest and roll the sleeves up over my forearms. By the time I’m done the elevator has stopped on the top floor.

It wouldn’t even be odd for me to be coming back up here. I can say I forgot to take my phone, or I accidentally took the room key and wanted to return it.

I swipe the card and the door clicks, a little green light shows it is no longer locked.

Pushing it open I quietly pull it closed behind myself.

The room isn’t pitch dark. Lights from the chandelier in the living room are still on, turned really low and giving the place a warm yellow glow.

I set my phone down on the coffee table, next to the keycard and my car keys.

Quietly I make my way to the bedroom.

Dalila has rolled almost off the bed on her side. She is fast asleep with her face practically hanging off the edge, still snoring softly.

Neve has kicked her blankets half off and her wedding dress has shifted up, showing off her longshapely legs. She’s lying on her back with one leg bent upward as though she was dancing in her sleep.

I reach out and run my hand from her ankle, slowly, over her smooth skin, perfectly silky, warm and inviting, up over her thigh. I pause with my fingers resting on her inner thigh.

My cock is throbbing so hard it hurts, pressed against the seams of pants.

I glance across the bed and pull my lips tight.

Fuck.

“If only we were alone, I’d finally show you how special you are to me.” I whisper, letting my fingers drift higher, beneath the wedding dress.

Neve stirs and I freeze for a moment, my heart beating fast, adrenalin pumping wildly inside me. I love it. The thrill of it.

The challenge.

There is no fear, only excitement.

She mumbles something and rolls onto her side with her legs curled up towards her chest.

Her long blonde hair is spilled across the pillow in a mess of half braided curls and twists.

I gently brush my fingers through it, untangling one of the braids.

“If you were mine, I would have taken proper care of you before you fell asleep.” I whisper. “I would have helped you into something more comfortable. Brushed your hair and given you something to eat.”

I sit on the edge of the bed in the curve of her petite body.

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