The Carrero Contract - Finding Freedom (Book 3 of Contract Trilogy)

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Alexi pulls out my chair as we seat ourselves at the dinner table at eight, standing beside it so as not to cage me from behind. Always aware of that little fact. Always making me love him all the more.

We are in the grand burgundy and gold dining room of the classy hotel, alone so far as we are first here, and he slides his hand down the open back of my silver sequin gown as he moves beside me to sit down. Trailing fingertips down to where the dress closes over my bum and runs gentle featherlight touches across the naked skin before pulling away. Igniting every nerve ending I possess.

Tingles erupt across my skin and I blush at the memories of rolling about upstairs with him. Body still warm and glowing from the recent climax he gave me; I lean into him to deliver a kiss on that delicious mouth. Alexi cups my jaw lightly and kisses me properly, making me forget where we are, as he teases my lips apart seductively and gently caresses my mouth with his. Just a few moments of oblivion to our surroundings.

Yes, I was pissed for a while, but after I enjoyed my soak in the tub for half an hour, I came out to find him wearing nothing but a smile and holding a bottle of champagne as a peace offering. I soon forgot what I was mad about and he had me giggling childishly. He is too irresistible to stay mad at for long and I know what those hands and that body are capable of. He still finds my weaknesses and utilises them to his full advantage and had me on the bed and moaning in under three minutes.

Alexi ordered some light snacks to tide us over till tonight and we ate most of the food off each other's body as we got inventive. It quickly got very messy and sticky and then he moved me to the floor to remind me why I let him get away with being an unromantic shithead. The bed was disgusting by the time we finished and the champagne he poured over me to lick off stained everything. It required showering after, which of course was just an addition to our session and despite his 'water makes sex dry' he managed just fine to pin me against the wall and screw my brains out.

I think I have a serious addiction to the wild unleashed side of him. Even though he tends to prop my knees by my ears and show me who's boss. Forgets the human body has limits to flexibility and he is lucky I'm pretty bendy.

I treated him to one of my very finest blowjobs; finally got to show that man where my biggest talent lies. Pleased to say that he is a mere mortal and when sucked well, he can't hold off cumming for long at all, and now I know how to end a long sex session if my body decides enough is enough. He returned the favour and we never made it outside for any sort of sightseeing. Not that I'm complaining.

I'm now so laid back, relaxed and satisfied it's like being tipsy on fine wine. It may be the copious amounts of champagne adding to my surreal dream-like state, but I feel good. Merry, chilled, nothing bothering me, and all my focus is on his little discreet touches on my leg under the table.

It was to my great delight to inform tits on the main desk that our bed needed some clean bedding as we sexed it up, and now it was too filthy to sleep in. She almost choked when I told her, quite bluntly, what I meant by that.

Alexi just gave me that sideways, amused look of seriousness and made no remark. I could tell, despite his silent, deadpan face, he was a little smug that I was broadcasting to little miss boobs that he was, in fact, a sex beast in the sack. He's a man after all. They do like to have their egos stroked and have girls profess all about their masterly skills to one another.

Gino and Alessandra appear with smiles and air kisses as they pass and proceed to sit further around the huge table. It's barely seconds before I have time to drop my napkin on my lap when Alexi stands up to greet our four other guests.

Prompt, on time as he likes it and I turn myself to see the approaching Carrero cousins. Lexi pulls the first into a handshake and a manly half pat hug type manoeuvre.