Page 40 of Ruthless Rival

Iso stared at me. “Are you sure?”

“That’s an order,” Alberto smirked before nodding his head toward the yacht.

“Thank you, sir,” Iso said before heading off with a hint of a grin on his face.

“That was nice of you,” I told Alberto.

Alberto shrugged. “He’s a good man. He needs to learn how to have some fun.”

“Like we’re about to have?” I asked with a flirty smile.

Alberto chuckled and motioned for me to follow him. “I’ve been looking for a good reason to come out here,” he answered as he led me up the stairs and opened the door, guiding me inside of a modest, modern-themed space.

A small kitchenette bordered a living room with a polyester couch, wooden coffee table, and flatscreen TV. I noted a sliding glass door that faced the water. I could see a hallway leading away from the living room that I guessed went to the bedroom and bathroom.

“I love it,” I told him as I looked around, admiring how calm and casual it looked.

Alberto took my hand and spun me around and cupped my face as he came close, making my breath hitch. “It’s ours for the weekend,” he said. “It’s nice to get away for a little while.”

“You certainly are a busy man. How many businesses do you run?” I smirked.

Alberto slid a hand around to rest on the back of my neck under my hair. “More than I can count,” he whispered against my lips. “Keeps me busy.”

I brushed my nose against his teasingly. “You know, I used to paint. It was my favorite pastime,” I told him. After so many years, it was hard to imagine a paintbrush in my hand again, but I longed to be lost in art again, to escape from the world and focus on a canvas instead.

“Really? I haven’t seen any of your work.” Alberto looked curious.

“I don’t really have much to show right now. I sketch in my journal sometimes, but I haven’t painted in a while. Life got in the way.” I sighed softly.

“I want to see some of your work. You should get back into it, use it as an outlet,” Alberto suggested.

No one ever asked to see my work. The thought of his eyes on my artwork, seeing my soul in a way no one had seen it before, made my heart race. I hadn’t felt much thrill for my art in a while. “Maybe I will,” I said with a smile.

“Good. I have to say you’re a lovely piece of art yourself.” Alberto chuckled.

My teeth pressed into my bottom lip in a subtle bite. “I can be your canvas. Feel free to mark me up,” I purred before crashing my lips against his, feeding off my jolt of inspiration and adrenaline.

I wouldn’t mind staying here for quite a while.

Alberto and I shared a weekend full of passion and fun together. With a beautiful view of the ocean on all sides of us, we walked around the island, drank wine, ate delicious, fresh seafood prepared by a private chef, and made great use of the canopy bed in the bedroom.

I couldn’t remember having so much fun and feeling so free.

“You’ve been torturing me for weeks,” Alberto breathed out against my shoulder as he gripped my bare thighs, dragging me back and forth on his lap.

I rested my hands on his firm shoulders, enjoying the friction as our bare bodies moved together. This had to be the third round today, but I didn’t complain. Tomorrow, we would have to head back to New Orleans, so I wanted to make the last bit of our trip count. “Did you really think you were the only one going crazy?” I asked him. “I craved you Alberto, but my partner has to crave me too.”

“Every second,” Alberto said before lifting me up so he could lay me down on the bed in front of him. He kissed his way down along my body, taking each nipple into his mouth to lavish them with his tongue.

I let my eyes flutter shut as I let him explore my body like it was the first time. Honestly, every moment we spent in bed together felt new and exciting, sending shivers through my body. I pressed my teeth into my bottom lip as he nestled his face between my thighs, his tongue brushing through my folds.

“Oh…” I breathed out as I threaded my fingers through his soft hair. He never held back. He licked every inch of me, enjoying my body and how I reacted to him.

Alberto groaned lightly, the sound slightly muffled between my thighs. He dragged his tongue over my entrance to my clit, losing himself like I was a drug.

I arched my back and lifted my hips, feeling his hands grasp my thighs in an iron grip to keep me steady. A faint whimper left me as I let go, allowing myself to writhe and moan. With him, I was free.

“You taste so good,” he told me before flicking his tongue against me.

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