Fugitive Millionaire Revenge (Fabian Cooper Book Two) (3 page)

Waves of erotic pleasure are bringing Fabian to the point of no return, which would cause him to finish too early. He needs to last much longer in order for them to get the most enjoyment out of this sensual experience. Using all the willpower he can muster, he pulls himself away from Claire’s puckered mouth.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

Claire simply looks at him with curious anticipation.

Fabian deftly removes Claire’s bikini bottom. He spreads her legs wide and scoots down to where he can easily work his magic.

Claire lays all the way back on the towel and prepares for whatever he’s about to do to her.

Fabian gives her a sly smile before easing his commanding middle finger into her honey box. His finger softly thrusts in and out of the one place she craves his touch the most, just enough to get her going. Fabian grows excited feeling her getting hotter and hornier as he continues to slowly move his finger a little ways inside, and back to the outer edge again.

It’s time for his index finger to get in on the action. He plows it into her warm hole and observes her welcoming this new visitor with a sigh of pleasure. He now has two lively fingers wiggling around, as she grows more restless for his fingers to ravish her honey box, getting it increasingly hotter and wetter.

Fabian enjoys feeling her inner walls contract each time he moves his fingers around this tight little space.

“Mmmm…that’s good, baby. More.”

Fabian uses his two fingers to push upwards, making room for his other index finger to shove itself deep inside of her with great force.

“Uh, ah…uh, yes, baby. Mmmm.”

Fabian works his fingers harder now. The two at the top wiggle and hold her open as the one on the bottom does the hard thrusting. His three fingers work her steaming hot honey box with lustful authority, arousing guttural noises from the now panting Claire.

“Ungaw. Umm…ooaaa…”

Fabian’s magic fingers are thrusting feverishly into her throbbing wetness, bringing Claire to new heights of pulsating arousal.

“Give it to me deep and hard, baby. Uh, that’s it, baby. Go at me…force them in deeper. Yes!”

Claire’s body is thrashing around like a mad woman. Fabian knows that it’s time to pull back some and let her cool off a touch. He pulls his fingers out completely, allowing her to ache for him to insert his fingers inside of her yearning valley of hidden delights once again.

“Please, Fabian. Give me more. I need more of your hot fingers.”

“Um, I don’t know, baby. I’m getting kind of tired,” he teases.

Claire tries grabbing his hands, but he keeps them away from her hungry grasp. “Come on, stop teasing me like this. You’re driving me nuts.”

“I know,” he says mischievously.

Fabian teasingly brushes his fingertips against the swollen outer lips of her thirsty honey box, which sends her into shivers of agonizing desire. “Should I do some more deep exploration with my fingers, darling?”

“Yes, oh please yes. Do it.”

 
Fabian pokes two fingers back inside of her and drives them deep like a gyrating rocket. Claire’s jerky tremors signal to him that she’s highly aroused to the point of delirium. This is exactly where he wants her to be.

Fabian pulls his fingers out and quickly inserts his rock hard pleasure seeker into her steaming hot box. Claire lurches up to greet his heat-seeking missile with extreme excitement. “Oh…ah…that’s it, baby. Pump me good. I need you in me so bad.”

Fabian’s strong, masculine physique pushes down on Claire with commanding force as he thrusts deeper, sending her into spasms of swooning electric heat. Their bodies are passionately linked together in sweaty pursuit of the highest reaches of their erogenous zones.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Let’s rock it!” Fabian shouts with unfettered elation.

Fabian rams his thickened hot rod deeper, holding it inside of her smoldering erogenous zone until they both reach the absolute peak of their erotically charged fireworks. Fabian feels Claire’s vibrating muscles suddenly clamping hard around his sensitive nerves, causing them both to explode in noisy gyrations that seem to last forever. Fabian has an orgasmic out of body experience as Claire explodes underneath him in her own heated frenzy of erotic release.

They happily collapse, lying on their backs, catching their second wind as they stare up at the glittering stars.

Fabian is sure they will fondly remember their first night in Cabo together for the rest of their lives.

*****

Claire is in a fantastic mood as she leaves their cabana on this late sunny morning. She’s still on Cloud 9 after her amazingly awesome date on the beach with Fabian last night. Everything was perfect—the sandy beach, the ocean, the multi-hued sunset, and of course, the lovemaking. She’s already replayed their night of kissing, fondling and explosive sex over again in her mind. But, what really has her giddy is Fabian admitting to her that he wants them to live together.

Wow.

She wasn’t expecting that. But, she’s glad he thinks that way about her. Whether or not it really happens remains to be seen. Fabian could have gotten caught up in the moment. Cabo has a way of making you feel like you’re living in a perfect paradise. She certainly has allowed herself to be swept away by wonderful daydreams. They’ve already run away together. Why not just stay here in Cabo and live their dream life together too?

Claire knows that this fantasy life she’s conjured up in her head is probably going to burst soon. Reality will creep in and they will eventually head back to New York. But, just for this little bit, she’s enjoying the idea of Cabo being their home.

Claire walks past the other cabanas on her way to the pool area. She admires how the exterior of each cabana mimics the whitewashed architectural design of early Spanish homes. She’s quickly discovered that she loves South American décor. If she can’t live in Mexico, maybe she can borrow some of the area’s decorative touches when she returns to the States. If she and Fabian do end up living together, she’ll be sure to add a little Mexican flavor to their digs.

Claire sees the sign that points her in the direction of the pool. She’s decided that her first spy mission will be at this popular hang out spot. She figures this is as good a place as any to keep an eye out for the illusive Sloane Cooper. Pretty much everyone staying at the resort is going to relax by the pool at some point. Of course, Claire is making an assumption, because she doesn’t really know if Sloane is still staying here. Sloane could have left the area by now. Still, it’s the best lead they have, thanks to the snooping skills of Fabian’s private investigator.

The pool area opens up in front of her and Claire is incredibly impressed by its design. Immediately to her left is a large hut that houses a tiki bar. A good-looking male bartender casually chats with two patrons sitting on stools. She sees that they serve a variety of tropical drink specials. Claire is not ready for a drink, she just had breakfast, but she is ready to relax and enjoy the warmth of the sun in one of those cozy poolside lounge chairs.

The pool is designed to resemble a blue lagoon on some faraway island. She can tell that the resort went through a lot of effort to make it look natural. The surrounding landscape is filled with greenery and assorted rocks. Part of the lagoon is split into two sections—one end is shallow and the other deep.

Claire finds a spot she likes right next to a couple of middle-aged ladies and sprawls out on the chair. “You ladies don’t mind if I sit here do you?”

The lady in the orange floppy hat turns away from her book to answer. “We don’t mind a little company, do we Sandra?”

“Not at all,” says the lady in the straw hat.

Claire, who is wearing a halter top and shorts, notices both ladies are wearing elegant bathing suit cover ups over their one-piece swimsuits. They’re older and a little heavier than she is, but she thinks they look fabulous.

“Are you ladies on vacation together?”

“Yes, we’re from Wisconsin,” says orange hat lady. “We thought Cabo would be a nice change of pace from our boring, middle-class lives back home.”

“It’s incredibly beautiful here. Good choice,” says Claire.

“Oh, we didn’t just come here for the scenery, although, it’s quite striking,” chimes in straw hat lady. “We came here hoping to meet some hunky single guys.”

Claire is a little surprise to here her say this. Singles coming to Cabo are usually half their age.

“We’re both single with professional careers and are doing very well, except in the man department,” says orange hat lady. “Did you come here alone?”

“Um, I’m here on business. But there’s so many people around I don’t ever really feel alone,” Claire says. She has to keep her cover and that means hiding the fact that she’s with Fabian.

“Well, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t have any trouble meeting a guy,” says orange hat lady. “It’s much harder for us older girls to attract male attention among so many attractive younger women.”

“I don’t know why that should be the case. You two ladies look great,” Claire says, being perfectly honest.

“Thank you. We both needed that this morning,” says orange hat lady.

“I have a suggestion,” Claire offers. “You should get real friendly with the cute bartenders that work here at the resort. Those guys know the local scene and can probably hook you up with dates, or show you where to find guys that enjoy the company of older women.”

“That’s a great idea,” straw hat lady says enthusiastically. “We should do that, Julia.”

Orange hat lady gives her friend a thumbs up. “Yeah, let’s do it.” She turns to Claire. “Thanks for the idea. We’ll get on that right away.”

“Cool.” Claire’s attention is distracted by the sudden appearance of a slender, bleached blonde woman sporting a perfect copper tan. The woman in the two-piece flowered string bikini has the same facial features as…

That’s her!

Claire cannot believe her dumb luck. Sloane Cooper has just come into the pool area and is headed her way.

Oh my god. I hope she doesn’t recognize me.

Claire is panicking because she’s supposed to be keeping a low profile so she can get the drop on Sloane’s whereabouts. Well, it looks like that plan is being shot to pieces. As Sloane saunters past she looks directly at Claire and smiles. After taking several more steps, she stops in her tracks and does an about face.

Uh oh. This can’t be good.

Sloane walks directly up to Claire, lifts up her sunglasses and peers down at her intensely.

“Hey, aren’t you Claire? Nathan’s assistant?”

Two thoughts flash through Claire’s mind. The first thought is that Sloane has an awesome tan. Her second thought is maybe she can try lying about who she is. Claire turns red with embarrassment. Lying is something she’s not good at. She’s about to be a complete failure as a clandestine spy.

“Uh, yeah. It’s me,” she says sheepishly.

Maybe she shouldn’t be giving up so easily. Everyone has a double somewhere. Why couldn’t Jean Miller be Claire Decker’s mirror image? Mistaken identity happens all the time. She could kick herself for not thinking faster on her feet.

“I thought I recognized you,” Sloane says while shoving her sunglasses back over her eyes. “What’re you doing here? Is Nathan with you?”

“No. I’m uh…by myself. I decided I needed a break from the city and came here to get some R and R.”

Sloane settles into the empty lounger next to Claire. “Really? You can afford a swanky retreat like this on your salary?” Sloane’s words drip with skepticism.

Claire is a terrible liar and knows Sloane isn’t buying her reason for being here. But, she’s gotta stick with this story because she can’t think of anything else. “Well, I ah…saved up a lot of money. I have a habit of squirreling away money for a rainy day. And, things are pretty rainy right now.”

Sloane slathers sunscreen all over her shapely legs. “Uh huh. Okay.” Sloane sticks earbuds into her ears, turns on a mini mp3 player and leans back in the lounger. She doesn’t speak another word to Claire.

Sloane’s behavior is making Claire feel unsure about how to play her cards. Should she try to relax and act nonchalant to see what Sloane does next? Or, should she hurry back to the cabana and tell Fabian that Sloane is here?

Before Claire can make a definitive decision the two ladies on the other side of her gather their things to leave.

“Thanks again, honey,” says orange hat lady. “We’re going to take your advice and hit up the bartenders for some juicy info. Have a great day.”

Claire watches as the ladies walk over to the poolside tiki bar and seat themselves close to the bartender. Claire is now alone with Sloane.

Sloane pulls her earbuds out. “Okay, Claire. Tell me the truth. Why the hell are you really here?”

Claire wishes Fabian were with her right now. He’d know exactly how to handle this situation. She’s afraid she’s going to blow it for them by saying something that will make Sloane suspicious. But, it’s not like she can clam up and ignore this cunning woman sitting next to her. Silence would make her even more suspicious.

“Okay, Sloane. I’ll fess up,” Claire is thinking fast. “The real reason I’m here is because…Nathan wanted me to check out this resort. I’m kind of like a mystery customer. I’m doing a report on how well the resort runs.”

Sloane laughs. “You’re a terrible liar, Claire. That’s okay, because it means you’re a good person.”

“I am?”

“Yeah. Cooper Enterprises always sends management on those kinds of undercover evaluation trips. Office staff is never sent on those assignments. I do know a little something about how my husband’s business operates. Just admit that Nathan sent you here to check up on me. He’s worried, right?”

Claire plays along with Sloane’s assumption. “Uh, yeah. You figured it out. Nathan is worried about you.”

“What a guy. That man truly loves me,” Sloane says contentedly.

“He does?”

“Yeah. Why do you think you’re here? When you caught us making out you didn’t think that was the first time, did you?”

“I didn’t know what to think.”