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yeah!” I hiss through gritted teeth.
She’s busy kissing Troy and it’s a mystery why this works, but it does.
My long shaft strokes inside her pussy, and I can’t be any harder. She breaks free from Troy’s lips to moan, “Jack, yes! Don’t stop fucking me.”
I wasn’t planning on it.
Troy locks eyes with me and gives me a nod, like I need his permission. But I get it. It’s his way of thanking me for paying for this vacation.
What he can’t yet understand because he’s not to my level of success yet, is that money is never an issue. I don’t need to be thanked for buying this break.
It was carving out time that made this a bitch to pull off.
Speaking of bitches.
“You wanna scream, baby?”
She cries out, “Of course I do!”
I slow my strokes, diving into the hilt each time I fill her cunt. “Mine,” I grunt, pulling pleasure from her core with every slippery inch I offer. “Mine!”
Her walls quiver, breath hitching as she cusses a few times under her breath and grabs Troy’s face to kiss him hard. He’s got a hold of her breasts, too. Our woman is covered.
“Lucky, greedy woman,” I smirk before my cock wipes it from my face, throwing my head back from the heat of ecstasy. Marion cums on my cock, tensing and clenching me to oblivion. I groan and move as fast and slow as I want now, extending the pleasure for both of us, leaning in finally to kiss her shoulder and close my eyes.
I hope the sharks look up wondering who just came to Mykonos.
Chapter Twenty-Five
TROY
When the bill arrives at Kiku after dinner a few nights into our trip, I glance to it, fingers itching. Jack is calmly telling Marion that it’s not that scary to deep-sea dive as she nibbles on baklava, and she insists there’s no fucking way she’s doing that — snorkeling in a safe reef will be enough for her.
It doesn’t matter to me that Jack’s empire dwarfs my income; I’ve still got this urge to provide. Every meal paid for feels wrong.
I’m a man, dammit.
Chewing my lip, I consider what to do, and finally snatch up the tab with zero style, and almost drop the elegant plastic pouch onto tile so white it’s like no one’s ever walked on it. Fumbling, I catch the pouch, but the paper sneaks out and flies toward the good-looking couple at a table next to ours.
My gaze darts to Jack who’s watching me with curiosity. “You having fun, Troy?”
I chuckle, “Shut up,” even though I’m not amused.
Marion is frowning like I’m a lab experiment she never believed in. “What are you doing?”
Hoisting my body up, I toss behind me, “Paying for dinner.”
She gives a confused, “What?”
Walking to retrieve the slip, I smile to the couple. She has to be a model with those legs and that face. The guy looks like he’s in finance and plays golf every Thursday in order to get ahead.
“Excuse me. I dropped that.”
She asks, “Are you all together? Like…a throuple?”
My eyebrow lifts at her frankness, gaze drifting toward her date. Neither wears a ring. Marion noticed that earlier.
“We are.”
Like she wants in comes a very slow, “Interesting...”
Her date’s sneer tells another story: go away.
I get the feeling this excursion was designed to show that he’s at her magazine-worthy level.
Oh dude.
Can’t you see it?
Pretty obvious that she’d prefer a rockstar-lifestyle over your calls-and-puts, and nothing you do will change that.
“Here,” he says with finality, arm sweeping down to grab the paper from under his chair.
I thank him, turning on my heel and locking eyes with Marion who’s got her beautiful eyes narrowed at the model.
Dropping into my seat, I go for my wallet and come up empty. Shit. It’s back in the room, isn’t it? I changed after we jumped in the pool and then showered together. Fuck. How am going to…
Tossing the tab to Jack I smirk, “You dropped this.”
He outright laughs, a rare reaction.
Leaning over crumpled cloth napkins and remnants of baklava, Marion smiles, “She looked at you like you were dinner.”
I lean in, kiss Mar like we’re in private, our tongues lazily enjoying the reminder of honey, ground nuts, cognac. Leaning back with a satisfied smile I ask, “You think they mind skinny dipping? Could be fun after our dinner settles.”
“We’ve got our own pool for that,” Jack reminds me. “The place would be overrun by nudity.”
“That a bad thing?”
“From the looks of your friends over there, someone’s interested in sharing.”
Marion grumbles,