Page 10 of Tryst

Lifting myself a little from his chest, I stroke at the hair by his temples, “This tells me you’re older, but you also look better without a shirt on than any guy I’ve ever met in person.”

“I think I’m going to take that as a compliment,” he smirks up at me, “I’m forty-two.”

Thank God!

Not older than my dad!

“Where do you live?”

“New York City,” I try to hide my girlish smile as he replies.

“So, I know you’re down here for a business trip,” I continue my questioning, “What is it that you do?”

“Quite a few things,” he responds, “but I primarily facilitate the travel of goods between countries.”

“And that pays this well?”

Shit! I did it again?

“I own the company,” he pushes my hair behind my ear, “Marcano Enterprises.”

“You’rethatAlejandro Marcano?”

No big deal…

I just fucked a billionaire, who also happens to be New York City’s most eligible bachelor.

While I’d never seen a picture of him, he is the talk of single women throughout the city. A hot as hell, rich as fuck, eligible bachelor. The things women would do just for a chance to meet this man.

The things they would do if they knew he also fucked like a porn star…

“Is that a problem?” His tone has a tinge of concern to it.

“I mean…no…,” I stammer, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It was refreshing to meet an amazing woman that had absolutely no idea who I was for a change,” his fingers trail along my back, “What else do you want to know about me?”

Laying with him, we continue to talk for hours. The conversation is as comfortable and easy as it was when tequila was free-flowing at the bar.

Lifting my head, my eyes catch a glimpse of the alarm clock. It’s four in the morning. Climbing off Alex, I slide from the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is gravelly, and he is noticeably miffed.

“I need to go,” I try to remember where my clothes are, “My flight leaves in a few hours and I still need to pack up my room. I can’t afford to miss my flight.”

“Stay,” he wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me against his body. I immediately feel his hard cock pressed against my lower back and his lips on my neck. “I’ll make sure you get home, eventually.”

seven

ISABELLA

Excluding the brief period of time that we both fell asleep, out of sheer exhaustion, Alex hasn’t kept his hands off me since I tried to leave early this morning.

At this point, I’m pretty sure he’s trying to help me make up for all the orgasmless sex I’ve been having until now.

It’s nearly noon when I finally leave Alex’s villa to pack up my things, doing the ultimate walk of shame. Yet I don’t feel embarrassed as I walk the hotel in a pair of his boxer briefs and a button-down shirt that fits me like a dress, while carrying my still sopping wet bathing suit in my hand.

Swiping my keycard, I head into my room and grab my phone from the nightstand. Fifteen text messages.

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