“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
His behavior is confusing me. one minute, He’s being cruel like the devil and the next he’s acting like a dutiful husband. He’s giving me whiplash. No matter how sweet Devious is to me, I can’t let my guard down.
Devious
I keep people at arm’s length, especially women, because I feel too much. People think I’m heartless but it’s far from the truth, I feel too much. I glance over at Roselyn sleeping in the chair next to me. Sometimes, when I look at her, she calms the chaos that brews inside of me. And I hate it too. She wants to be a bird and fly away from me and I want to rip out her wings and keep her close to me. I want more from Roselyn than a business transaction, and it’s dangerous because if I fall in love with her, she would be able to break me.
The flight is long, and I watch Roselyn sleep. I don’t know how she got a hold on me, but I have to keep my distance and watch my back because I still don’t trust her. Even though, she’s been on her best behavior, something in my gut tells me she’s up to something. The flight lands and the sun sets over the clear ocean. One of the many reasons why I love Santorini is the water.
I tap her on the shoulder, and she wakes up, stretching her arms and legs. Her tits are on display in her white sundress and I want to smear my cum on her and make her lick it up.
We will be doing a lot of fucking on this trip, but for now, I want to show her around. She mentioned to me he hasn’t been anywhere besides Atlanta and Sicily.
The door opens as she unbuckles her seat belt and I do the same thing. Her ass sways back and forth as we exit the building. A black car is already waiting to take us to the small town. Max stands by the passenger side. He gives me a hug, patting me on the back.
“Where is your boyfriend?” I ask.
“He’s already at the hotel, getting ready for our date. He can’t thank you enough for the paid trip.”
We get into the SUV, strapping our seat belt. Max goes to grab our luggage and place it in the trunk.
“I had no idea he was gay.” Nymph says, her tone is lace with surprise.
“You think I was going to allow a straight man to guard you all day? That’s exactly why I hired him.”
“You’re so possessive and jealous,” she tells me, shaking her head. She clicks the button on the door, rolling down the window. Closing her eyes, she inhales the sea air and exhales. A few of her fine silk strands stick to her face and her cheeks are flush from the wind. “The air smells sweet,” she says, smiling. Her eyes widen at the white buildings. People ride their bikes and others chat on the streets. We pull up to the hotel and then go to our room. She stares at the spacious living room and kitchen in awe.
“You know how to ride a bike?” I ask.
“Of course,” she answers.
“I rented bikes to ride through the city.”
“Let’s go old man,” she jokes, grabbing my hand, leading me outside.
We ride through the city, passing people and café shops. I buy her souvenirs and a few paintings and tell the driver to pick up the stuff from the shop. I tell her about Greek mythology, her little ears perk up for more knowledge of the country. We park our bikes in front the cafe and we sit outside, drinking our coffee.
“You always loved books?” she asks, adjusting the flimsy hat I bought her from the gift shop.
“It was my only escape from life. Books are precious treasures on this earth, we need to discover.”
I love the smell of books, especially worn pages.
“What did you read?”
“Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, anything fantasy.” I sip my coffee, life as a kid was so unkind, I used to wish I was Harry Potter.
“You were lonely like me,” she states.
I don’t respond. Indeed, I was alone, very alone. I was always in survival mode as a child. Even though I had Aiden, I was also busy protecting him and myself. Sometimes, I was glad Draco was gone so I could sit and read in peace.
Roselyn sips her coffee, getting whip cream on her top lip.
“Come here,” I pat my pants leg and she hurries on to my lap.
I cup her cheek, licking the whip cream from her lip.
“Devious, we’re in public.” Her cheeks turn beet red.
“So? You don’t like public affection?”
She taps her finger on her chin. “I don’t know. Kiss me and I’ll tell you if I like it.”
Before she can blink, I press my lips against hers and she places her hand in my hair. I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into her tongue and she sucks on it. I nip her lip as she moans.
“I like it. Have you ever had sex in public?”
I nod. “Get up and follow me.”
Her smile is as wide as the ocean. I walk in front of the men’s restroom and say, “Wait here.”
I rush into the restroom and check each stall, making sure no one is in there, then I head out of the bathroom. I grab Roselyn’s hand, yanking her inside, locking the door. She jumps into my arm, wrapping her legs around my waist, kissing me all over my face.
“I want you,” she whispers. “Does it make me dumb?”
I read between the lines of what she’s saying. Is it wrong for her to want someone as bad as me? “No. You are a lot of things, but dumb isn’t one of them.”
“You’re
