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  She’s fucking perfect.

  I break out into a sweat as I repeat the mantra in my head, Don’t come, don’t come. Don’t fucking come.

  She tips her head back as she rides out her own pleasure, and something inside of me snaps.

  Control.

  I grab the base of my cock and hold it up. “Fucking get on it.”

  She smiles darkly, and in one quick movement, she’s on her knees. My cock is in her mouth and she sucks hard.

  I convulse as I come in a rush into her mouth. She smiles around me as she drinks it down, her hand still stroking my shaft to empty me out.

  Oh. Dear. Fucking God.

  I tip her off me and flip her onto her back. I place her feet onto my shoulders and open her up with my tongue. My eyes close as something dark takes me over—something primal that wants to claim her as mine. The feeling of her open thighs in my hands, her feet on my shoulders, and the taste of her arousal on my tongue is pure pleasure that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

  I bite her clitoris, and she jumps with a yell and then shudders as she comes in a rush. Her hands tenderly come to my hair, and she pushes it back from my eyes.

  I lap her up in a half-dazed state. I’m overwhelmed with emotions; filled with awe.

  Eliza, my Eliza, is hot as fuck.

  We finally come back to Earth, and she drags me up to kiss me. We lie in each other’s arms.

  I adore this woman. I just want to blurt out how I feel about her…but I can’t.

  I have to hold myself back for a while until I know for certain that she feels the same.

  She tenderly kisses my chest, and I smile as I hold her tightly.

  Please feel the same.

  Eliza

  The alarm rings out, and I stretch with a smile.

  Did I dream last night? Because, holy shit, it was one hell of a dream.

  I feel fingers swipe through my sex, and I look up to see Nathan lying on his side, facing me. He leans down and kisses me with a prolonged suck on my mouth.

  “Good morning,” he says with a lazy smile.

  “Morning.” My legs instinctually part for him. “What are you doing?” I smile.

  “Playing with my favorite new toy.” His tongue runs over his bottom lip as he slides two fingers deep inside me. I moan softly as my back arches from the bed.

  He seems different today—more like the Nathan I know. “So, I’m your toy now?” I ask.

  He nods slowly, his eyes alight with mischief. “Fuck toy.”

  I giggle, shocked. “Fuck toy?”

  He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth. “Uh-huh.”

  “But you didn’t fuck me.”

  He bites my nipple hard, and I wince as I buck him off. “Ouch.”

  He rolls on top of me and holds my hands above my head. “Rest assured, my Eliza, when I do fuck you—and I will—it will be an all-day affair.” He grinds his hips against mine.

  Arousal heats my blood as we stare at each other …all day. Jeez.

  Can he really fuck all day? Wouldn’t surprise me. If dicks did sport, I’m positive his would be an elite athlete.

  He puts his mouth to my ear and whispers. “So, here’s what we’re going to do today, my beautiful girl. We’re going to get up and we’re going to go catch our flight, and while you sleep on the plane…”

  I smile. “Yes?”

  “I’m going to pretend to read my book while I think of all the ways I’m going to fuck you in Majorca.”

  My eyes widen as I listen. “I thought you wanted to wait.”

  His cock slides through the open lips of my sex, and I shiver. “I just didn’t want to break you before we got there.” His tongue slowly slides over his big lips. “You won’t be able to walk for a week when I’m done with you, Eliza.”

  We stare at each other. His eyes are dark, and nerves sweep through me. The thing is, he’s serious. He says it casually, as if it was a joke, but I know that it’s a warning to prepare myself for him.

  Nathan Mercer is as intense in the bedroom as he is in life.

  And that’s hardcore.

  I only hope I can handle him. I know I desperately want to.

  I feel his hard length up against my stomach and butterflies dance in my stomach.

  Not walking may be in my very near future.

  I smile to myself, lucky I’m not getting off a deckchair on the beach for the entire trip then, isn’t it?

  Oh God, I’m so excited…..bring it on.

  An hour later, we’re wheeling our suitcases across the parking lot at the airport when Nathan takes my hand to cross the road. He watches the oncoming traffic and pulls me along when the time is right.

  I frown as we walk along, this is so familiar and nothing new, Nathan has grabbed my hand crossing every street for ten years and yet, today, it feels substantial—so much more than the simple gesture it is.

  Our car trip was made in relative silence, and I know it’s just because the goalposts between us have been moved. He’s normally lecturing me on something or I am rambling on about a random subject. Everything seems so different now.

  But maybe I’m imagining the differences because I feel so different inside.

  It’s like he’s woken someone up inside of me that I didn’t know existed, and I’m dying to let her out.

  We arrive at the check-in counter. “Hello,” Nathan says to the ticket lady.

  She’s blonde and beautiful, and her eyes drink him in as she looks him up and down. “Hi.” She smiles. “How can I help you?”

  “I would like to check us in, please.” He says in his deep velvety voice.

  “Sure.” She tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear as her eyes linger on his face. It’s obvious she’s quite taken with him. I stare at her, deadpan. I’m used to women flirting with Nathan. I make fun of him for it. But now it’s different.

  This time, it’s pissing me off.

  “You’re going to Majorca.” She smiles as she types our details into the computer. “It’s beautiful there, have you been before?”

  “No.” He puts his arm around me and pulls me close, as if sensing my annoyance, “We haven’t.”

  Her eyes flicker to me as if only now remembering I’m here.

  I force a smile.

  “I’ve been a few times,” she says as she types. “It really is something special. The beaches are to die for.”

  “I’m excited to get there.” Nathan’s eyes glance over to me, and I force another smile. Towering over everyone, he’s wearing a white linen shirt that hangs over his broad shoulders, along with fitted blue denim jeans that are tight in all the right places. His sandy hair is messed up to perfection. He casually puts down his Louis Vuitton suitcase on the conveyor belt. Everything Nathan owns is top of the line; he doesn’t do cheap.

  The machine flashes up the weight. “It’s light,” she purrs.

  “I won’t be needing many clothes.”

  Her eyes rise to meet his and she smiles sexily.

  “It’s hot there,” he reminds her.

  She remembers I’m here again and turns back to her computer. “Of course.”

  Damn it, why does he have to be so charismatic? Nathan Mercer has two modes: bossy and cranky mode, which is super-hot, or swoony and smooth, which is double fucking hot.

  No wonder she’s perving at him. He’s damn delicious.

  This is just great. I’m starting a relationship with the world’s most gorgeous man. I mean, I already knew women flocked over him, but this is just another reminder, I guess.

  I’m going to have to get used to it. I know it shouldn’t bother me but it kind of does. A little annoying voice whispers a warning in the back of my mind. He’s never been with another woman. When he gets so much attention from them, will he ever get curious?

  Stop it.

  She hands over our tickets. “Here you are, two business class tickets to Majorca. Your flight boards twenty-five minutes before departing at 11.00am.” Her eyes hold his. �
��Have a great time.”

  “Thank you.” He smiles.

  “Bye,” I say.

  “Goodbye,” she replies as she looks down at her computer.

  I stare at her, deadpan. Where’s my eye contact, witch?

  Nathan takes my hand and leads me toward the door. “You won’t be wearing many clothes?” I scoff. “Are you serious?”

  “What?” He frowns.

  “Could you be any flirtier?”

  He stares at me as if shocked and then breaks into a swoony smile. “Eliza Bennet, are you jealous?”

  “No,” I snap.

  He chuckles as we walk through the door into the check-in area.

  “I don’t get jealous,” I snap.

  He turns to me and picks up my hand to kiss it. “Okay.” His eyes hold mine as a trace of a smile crosses his face.

  “Don’t tell any anyone that you won’t be needing clothes again.” I smirk, amused that my annoyance has been exposed.

  He chuckles, leans in, and kisses my cheek. “Yes, dear.”

  “And don’t patronize me.”

  “Yes, sweetheart.” He turns and pulls me along.

  “You’re doing it now. Saying yes, dear, and yes, sweetheart, is patronizing, Nathan.”

  “Eliza, shut up,” he says, putting me firmly back in my place. “Is that better?”

  I giggle, there he is, the cranky man who doesn’t listen to me ramble. “Yes, it is, actually.”

  “Okay, noted.”

  “What’s noted?”

  “Eliza, shut up is now code for yes, dear.”

  I giggle as we walk along. This is kind of fun, getting to know each other in a new light. We have so much to learn.

  We walk down through security, and then out into the airport lounge. We stand and look around, a little at a loss on what to do. We’ve got three hours to kill.

  “We should celebrate,” he offers.

  “The bar?” I ask, surprised. It’s 8:00 a.m.

  He takes my hand and pulls me toward our favorite bar. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

  I stare out of the window of the plane with a goofy smile on my face. Nathan is reading his book with his hand on my thigh. Everything just seems so natural between us.

  This is happening. This is really happening. Nathan and I are actually doing this.

  He looks over and notices my stupid face. “What?”

  I lean in and whisper, “Can you believe this?”

  “What?”

  “This.” I gesture to his hand on my thigh. “You know, you and me… naked and shit.”

  Surprised, he tips back his head and laughs out loud. “You have such a way with words.”

  “Well, what would you call it?”

  He narrows his eyes, and his teeth catch his bottom lip. “I would like to think that this is the beginning of something wonderful.”

  I smile up at him. “But we are going to be naked.”

  He smiles and pulls my face to his so he can kiss me tenderly. “That we are.”

  13

  Eliza

  The car crawls to a stop, and I stare out the window. My eyes flicker to Nathan. “This is where we’re staying?”

  He kisses me quickly as he opens the car door. “Only the best for my girl.”

  Holy crap. This isn’t just the best; it’s incredible.

  It’s an old traditional mansion, built with huge sandstone brickwork. It looks like it may have been a castle at one point back in time. It’s on a huge patch of land, with beautiful, manicured gardens at street level. There’s a grand, circular driveway, as well as a large, black and white striped awning hanging over the entry. The back of the building looks like it’s a few stories high, hanging on the top of the cliff, overlooking the ocean. Nathan takes my hand to help me out of the car. I’m hit with the heat of the air and the smell of the ocean. I smile broadly as the breeze whips over my face.

  “Nathe.” I sigh.

  He gives me a playful wink, clearly happy with his choice.

  “Good morning, sir.” The bellman smiles and nods. “Checking in today?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  “Are you Mr. and Mrs. Mercer?”

  “We are.”

  “I am Pablo,” he introduces himself with a nod. “Welcome to Refugio.” He gestures to the grand front doors. “Please, come this way.”

  Nathan takes my hand, and when Pablo turns his back, I do a little happy dance jig on the spot. “I’m so excited,” I whisper.

  “Really?” Nathan smirks, delighted in my reaction. “Couldn’t tell.”

  We walk in through the foyer, and my mouth falls open, “Oh, Nathe.” I gasp as I look at the detailed ornate ceilings. My eyes float around the luxurious space. This is next level beautiful. Everything is over the top luxury.

  Nathan’s eyes drift to the magic above us. “Wow.”

  I giggle and just want to jump around. I’m so excited. I kiss his shoulder. “Thank you, I love this place.”

  “Hello,” Nathan says to the receptionist. “We are checking in today for fourteen nights, booking in the name of Mercer.”

  Fourteen nights.

  God, this is the world’s best birthday present.

  “Yes, sir.” She smiles as she types our details in the computer. “Ah, yes, you are in the penthouse.”

  My eyes widen.

  “That’s right,” Nathan replies calmly.

  The penthouse.

  She smiles, and Nathan hands over his credit card. She processes our details in the computer.

  How much did this place cost?

  She walks out from behind her desk. “This way,” she says.

  I hunch my shoulders in excitement, you can always tell which hotels are top notch because they take you to your room and show you how everything works. Attention to detail is everything, and there are so many beautiful details here.

  Nathan takes my hand, and we follow the nice receptionist into the elevator.

  I just want to be over the top excited, I hate having to be cool as a cucumber while people are around. She puts our key into the slot inside the elevator and a picture comes up on the little screen.

  Penthouse

  I bite my lip to hide my smile, and Nathan squeezes my hand. I squeeze it back.

  Moments later, the doors open into a private foyer, and the receptionist takes our key and opens the large double doors, holding them open for us.

  Holy crap.

  The place is huge, with white décor and light timber furnishings. The furnishings are in aqua. The entire back wall is glass, overlooking a huge deck with a private pool and deckchairs. There’s a big outdoor day bed that has a white net hanging off a four-poster frame, as well as a bar and two hammocks. The timber woodwork is pale and weathered, as if it’s been washed up onto the beach.

  “Oh, wow,” I whisper.

  She opens the sliding door. “You have a private pool, and a server who is on call twenty-four hours a day. He will make your drinks. Whatever you want is at your fingertips.”

  Unable to help it, I walk out onto the deck. The one hundred and eighty degree view over the Mediterranean Sea is breathtaking. I smile goofily as I stare out at the ocean.

  I’ve died and gone to Heaven… with a god. How ironic.

  The receptionist goes through the details of the Penthouse with Nathan, but I can’t make myself leave the deck. I already know that this is my happy place. I’m in love.

  Nathan eventually walks out and smiles as he takes me in his arms.

  “This is beautiful. You spoil me too much.”

  His lips take mine. “No such thing.”

  I feel so warm and relaxed after finally arriving. I put my head onto his chest, and he holds me. Now that we’re here, I’m suddenly dead tired.

  “Come on, we need to sleep,” Nathan says. “It’s four in the morning at home.”

  “No wonder I’m tired.” I smile sleepily. “What time is it here?”

  “9:00 a.m.”


  “We’ll have a few hours’ sleep and then get up and have a swim. Tonight, we’ll go out for dinner.”

  “Okay.” I kiss his big, perfect lips. “I’m going to take a shower.” I look around. “Oh, our bags aren’t here yet.”

  “That’s okay, I’ll get them.” He pulls me in for another kiss, and his lips linger over mine with a promise of what’s to come.

  I squeeze him tightly, and he grabs my behind playfully, “Go.”

  I make my way inside and find our bedroom.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper to myself.

  The room is navy blue with white linen furnishings. It’s the most beautiful room I have ever been in. The headboard is high-backed and velvet—the same beautiful color as the walls. I open the double doors and gasp.

  The bathroom is decorated in navy with the suite made from white marble. It looks like something out of a magazine. There is even a bench seat in the double-headed shower. The circular bath is sunk into the floor, and the entire upper walls are mirrored. A huge chandelier hangs over the center over the bath. I smile as I look down into the bathtub. I’m going to have sex in there. I look at the shower…and in there, too.

  In fact, I’m going to have sex on every damn surface in this place.

  I turn the shower on and smile to myself. “Can things get any better?”

  * * *

  I wake to the soft sound of Nathan breathing, and I frown in confusion.

  What happened?

  I remember showering and sitting on the bed, and then I must have fallen asleep. I glance at the clock and see that it’s 7:00 p.m. local time.

  I’m going to get up and get ready for our date, I quietly slide out of bed and tip toe out of the room. My suitcase is still out here from when the porters dropped it off. I’ll shower in the other bathroom and get ready out here so Nathe can sleep a little more. He must be exhausted. He didn’t sleep on the plane at all.

  I glance out to the balcony, and my breath catches. The sun is just going down and a beautiful red glow hangs over the water. White candles are lit and scattered everywhere, and they flicker with the breeze. The staff must do this in their turn down service. I smile with a shake of my head. This place is next level.