Chapter 64
JOSIE
I don’t need to be told twice by Victor to go back to the hotel. Yeah, it takes time to get back all the way from Rome, but it’s so damn worth it, especially when I do finally walk into his hotel suite.
The entire time traveling back to the man’s hotel I am wet. I can’t help myself. I’m thinking of Victor... thinking of how much he wants me, and how he is prepared to move the Earth to have me. The lengths he will go to...
I like that. I very much like that.
He wanted me so much that he told me to turn around and come back to him. He made me obey his command. He made me his little brat.
On the trip back, he makes me message him constantly with updates on where I currently am. It’s endless. His thirst for me is endless.
He really wants me so damn much.
I’m practically overcome with excitement when I’m finally in the hotel elevator riding up to the suite. The man is not far now. I can practically smell him and his expensive aftershave as I rise up the building.
The doors ding open, and there he is.
Waiting for me. Of course.
He’s wearing a suit. The collar is undone, and I notice there is no tie. He looks disheveled. He looks like he’s been pacing. It looks like he’s been impatiently craving me and has been a mess until I’ve finally arrived.
“Josie.”
It’s a low growl from him when he sees the elevator doors open - it’s more of a guttural noise that’s stuck in his throat than an articulated name. His desire for me is palpable and obvious.
“Victor.”
My voice, on the other hand, is wavering. Uncertain. Even nervous.
And unmistakably very, very eager.
I’ve been thinking about this moment the entire train journey back...
The man practically launches himself across the room at me like a wild beast without a moment’s thought. He storms, uncivilized, across the fancy hotel suite straight for me. He can’t resist when I am literally standing in front of him. All his billionaire status and rockstar actor image fade away the instant he sees me, and he’s left being just a hot-blooded man with desire on his mind.
When he reaches me, he scoops me in his burly arms and kisses me hard.
And, God, I fall into those kisses.
I kiss him back.
And he holds me.
Our tongues meet.
“This has been needed,” he snarls between breaths. He is hot to the touch. His heart must be pounding hard.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Josie.”
And he’s lifting me up. He’s taking me away - pulling me across the room to the hotel suite balcony. I let him do whatever he likes.
Where is he taking me?
He moves me around effortlessly. His strength is more than enough for my body. I love the feeling of it – the overwhelming feeling of his strength.
The balcony doors swing open at his touch. The view over the old city greets me. I kiss his beautiful lips as we dangle above the skyline.
And he spins us onto one of the balcony lounges.
I fall on top of him. Victor lies back and takes my weight with not even a flicker of effort.
I claw away at his suit’s buttons, undoing him to see that glorious muscular chest of his. And it doesn’t disappoint. Oh, I’ve been dreaming of this. I can’t get enough of him. I keenly take off his belt and pull down his pants. His engorged member springs out.
And I am so ready for him.
“I’ve missed you, Josie,” the man snarls.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“Don’t you ever dare disappear on me like that again and leave me hanging. I couldn’t bear it.”
“What would you do?” I ask in an expecting whisper. “What would you do if I suddenly disappeared on you?”
“I would find you, Josie. No matter where you are in the world. I want you. I need you.”
And, with that, I lower myself on him. Victor’s hands wrap around my waist, and he pulls me in even closer.
He wants me...
With the view of the entire city beside us, I ride Victor Penmayne. In our own private little world.
I tilt my head back and allow myself to feel everything.
The man underneath me groans and moans as I fuck him. His big hands grip my hips and my waist. I rock and I rock and I rock until we’re both sweaty and making grunting sounds in unison.
I think about his lust. How much he couldn’t hold back for me. How he summoned me back from Rome just because he needed me.
He couldn’t cope without me. He was a shambles until I stumbled back into his suite - a billionaire actor brought to heel by me.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Josie,” he snarls. “So irresistible.”
“And you’re gorgeous, Victor.”
“Tell me what you think of me,” he says.
“I think about your perfect body,” I reply. “I think about your cock and how much I want it. I think about your lips. I think about the way you look at me with your impossible blue eyes. I think about your jaw.”
“You are so fucking beautiful...”
“You really think that, Victor?”
“Yes, Josie. Yes.”
And then we’re finishing together.
And it is beautiful.
A connection.
This is a hell of a lot better than being a tourist in Rome.