True Love (Love Series #7) - Fiona Davenport Page 0,3

and Charlotte Gleason—thankfully, there had been no male names on the manifest. The names didn’t ring a bell, and unfortunately, I had no way to access K-Corp’s employee database. Like my company, they were clients of Jonah Carrington, who owned the best cybersecurity firm in the world.

Frustrated at the lack of information, I had almost closed out the program and left, but at the last minute, an idea had popped into my head. I pulled up the account for the room and navigated to their activity registration. With a click, I’d printed their schedule and tucked the paper into my pocket. Then I shut down the computer and gave Mario a nod of thanks as I left the offices and headed back to my bungalow.

As I had passed the girls’ hut, my feet steered their way over rather than going straight to mine. I had been pleased when I found their front door and the sliding door on the patio locked. However, the windows were open, and while it was the norm around here, it still bothered me that she was vulnerable.

The sheer curtains fluttered in the soft breeze from the ocean, and at six and a half feet, the window sill was only waist-high. The billowing fabric parted again, and I slipped my hand between and pulled one half of it to the side.

It was dark and quiet, but the moon provided enough light that I had been able see I’d approached the right room. My goddess had been sprawled out on top of the bed, lying on her stomach with the covers flung off her, her beautiful face turned in my direction. A tidal wave of feelings had bombarded me when I’d gotten a good look at mi belleza.

Lust had filled every fiber of my being as I stared at her. The only clothing she had been wearing was a scrap of lace that barely covered her delectable ass. My hands had itched to touch all of her smooth, pale skin. She had one leg raised and bent at the knee with the same arm raised and folded under her pillow. Her position had given me a preview of her round, generous tits, and my mouth had watered.

Her back was lean, and I had wanted to kiss each of the delicate bumps of her spine as I traveled down to the divets just above her sweet ass. I imagined those long, toned legs wrapped around my waist, and I had gripped the window sill to keep myself from doing anything stupid. I had silently begged her to turn over so I could see if there was a shadow at the apex of her thighs or if I’d have nothing between my lips and her pussy when I finally had her on her back before me.

Mixed with my desire was a strong dose of possession, and it had roared through me, urging me to storm into her room and cover what was for my eyes only. The thought of another man—or woman—seeing Allison as she was right then had rage coloring my vision with red. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the wood of the sill had cracked under my steel grip. Then Allison had shifted, and my breath caught in my lungs. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment, and she had pursed her lips, causing her dimples to dig into her cheeks.

Those fucking dimples were going to be the death of me. Would they disappear when she sucked me hard and deep? Or would they become even more prominent? I was betting they’d be on full display while her head was thrown back, and she was screaming in ecstasy as she bounced on my cock.

Manda mierda. I needed to get the fuck away from her.

I had argued with myself for nearly twenty minutes before I finally unclenched my hands from the window and backed up several steps. After taking a deep breath, I had made my way to my bungalow, but I’d spent the night on the terrace watching her window.

They had been scheduled for yoga class and a spa treatment the next morning, so I’d waited until they left, followed her to make sure they arrived safely, then hoofed it to my hut to get some sleep before returning to make sure they got back to their room without incident.

This had been my routine for the past few days as I watched her, learning everything I could, and putting a plan in place. I’d been tempted to