The Temp (28 page)

69

Roman rolled onto his side.

“I was not expecting that,” he panted.

“Liar,” Eve touched her core, sweat trickled from the arch of her back.

Roman leaned on his side, one elbow against the side of his head. He was glistening in sweat and naked. She took him in. Her blouse was undone, her panties somewhere discarded or ripped, she couldn’t remember. She couldn’t bring herself to care.

His hand went down to his penis and he took off the condom-
oh my god,
she hadn’t even considered protection! Stupid, stupid. 

Her breathing came hard and fast, her body sizzling like it had been on the spit.

“I didn’t expect you to come so fast, nor me. Next time, I’ll make it last longer. I swear.” He got up and walked to the bathroom. He came back with a tissue box. His erection was on its way down, oh boy was it bouncing!

“What?” he smiled.

“You’re naked.”

“So are you.” Eve rolled over to her front revealing her bum and protecting her Sex.

“You’re tempting me again.” She still had after tingles as he handed her the box of tissues. “There should be blood.”

Eve stared down at a stain on the white sheet. There was. That was the pinching pain she’d felt somewhere along the line of him entering her and yet it had been so natural.

“I’m so sorry,” she grabbed the box and began wiping, her cheeks burning with the colour.

“No, they’re for you,” he said. “I’ll have the sheets washed. It’s fine.”

It was not fine, her face said as much. She was mortified.

“I forgot there would be blood,” she whispered.

“I got carried away. I should have put a towel down. It’s my fault.”

Eve gaped. Did he say it was his fault? Was she hearing him right? That wasn’t the Roman Pierce she knew.

He lay down on the bed, it was a large king size. He moved her hips to the other side, free of the stain and lay next to her.

Eve couldn’t help but smile. “Is this the part where we have pillow talk?”

“Tell me what you fantasize about,” he said. Eve buried her head in the crook of his arm. “After what we just did, you’re actually blushing?”

“I don’t have any fantasies,” she rolled into him until his body pressed against her back, his erection at her buttocks. It was no longer on its way down.

“You have fantasized, haven’t you?”

“I don’t know,” she shied away; he tugged her back against him.

“Tell me,” his finger caressed along the curve of her body, coaxing her on.

“I guess I always saw myself on a beach, or in the ocean. I know it’s not much of a fantasy. I’m new to this.”

His voice came close to her ear. “It will be done.” 

*

Eve checked her phone and found three missed calls from Trigger. She should call back. Three was a number of calls that bordered onto emergency or frantic at the very least. She should call back. She’d meant to-

Then Roman came up behind her. “We agreed no phones for the next hour,” he kissed the nape of her neck.

“Well, it was mostly towards you. I was only”-Eve didn’t know how to finish that sentence, she could no longer think as his kisses trailed down to the hollow of her throat extending her neck back. His fingers caressed down the front of her top prickling in its wake as he scooped her breast up in one hand.

“You’re a perfect fit for me Eve,” he said as his hand held fast over her breast.

“Good thing you don’t have tiny hands.”

Later that day Eve checked her phone again and found another missed call from Trigger. She didn’t want to call him. Not today. Not for a while. It was probably only a routine check in to see how things were going.

She didn’t need him interfering for once, she knew what she was doing, knew the consequences and yet she let herself fall for them all the same.

“Eve,” Roman called her from the lounge.

“Coming.”

70

The footage was clear as day.

The man smiled as he watched the two embrace on the lounge and go up to the target’s room. It didn’t take a genius to know what it meant, what had transpired the night before. Oh, how she’d come crawling to him in a state. Finally, after so long of planning and waiting he had a pawn who’d become a queen in a matter of weeks.

She was perfect. She was almost a pro, he could mould her.

He rewound the footage and watched it again, the angle showing an almost complete layout of the living room with the front door. He’d placed the camera well, imbedded in a corner of the high ceiling. Thank god for high ceilings, it made the view so much more panoramic like in a cinema, he should be eating popcorn.

The moment had finally come, he was nearing the end.

Oh,
Eve Allure, what a silly little girl with such an exploitable past and so many secrets.

Soon enough he would use her to make his final move, soon enough he would destroy them both.
…Eve…Oh, sweet innocent Eve.

In time he would corrupt her and make her his.

He dialled the only number programmed into the burn phone. She picked up on the first ring,
whipped.

“Carra, darling, she’s asking for you.”

71

“Where are we going?”

She swallowed back her fear. Her sight was gone hidden behind a silk tie secured over her face, tied behind her ears. Her fingers touched the fabric.

Roman swatted her hand away.

The rest of her senses came alive at his touch, her sharp intake of breath.

His hand was the only bare part of his skin, soft warmth caressing her cheek, drawing her breath. His musk overcame her like a drug making her dizzy.

Oh, please,
she needed him to fuck her again. His chest was pressed to her back, his shirt against her dress. There were too many layers of clothing between them.

“Eve, if you look it’s not a surprise,” his voice was hoarse, coaxing, teasing her.

“News flash, nobody likes surprises.” She let her fingers trail behind her going all the way up to his hair like fluffy down.

“You don’t mean it.”

“What do you know?”

“I don’t care, you will love them.” His hand trailed under her silk dress sending shivers coursing over her skin, travelling down to the nape to her belly, down below the button. She stilled and heated beneath his touch.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“I like that affect on you.” He swatted her hand away, “you will behave or I’ll never take you anywhere.”

“What makes you think I want to leave the hotel?”

He chuckled in her ear sending ripples of his hot air on her neck. “You’re incorrigible.” Her hands travelled again. “Eve, I did not get dressed to have you undress me so quickly again.”

“Practise. I thought that was exactly why you got dressed and in this?”

The dress had arrived at lunchtime from the hotel service. It was a cream silk number which instantly made her feel more sensual and naked in daylight than if she’d been at the beach. “I shouldn’t have accepted it.”

“I like to win.”

“Are you going to win today?”

“Certainly,” he took her hand, “you’re making us late.”

*

“Now take a high step,” Roman stood before her both of her hands in his.

She lifted her leg and put it down tentatively. She was instantly unbalanced as her first leg bobbed up and down. It took a moment.

“And the other,” she held onto him tight as she lifted her other leg. It came down and the unbalance had her shifting her body into his. They were obviously on water, in a boat, that much was clear. She’d heard the water lap nearby as she got out of the car with his help. Her eyes were still covered with the silk tie.

“Can I take it off now?”

“No, I like you this dependant on me,” he spoke in her ear. Her heart bounced with the buoyancy of her state. They were bobbing up and down, her Sex bobbing up and down.

He exhaled. “You can take it off.” 

Eve pushed up the tie and her mouth fell. 

She’d guessed right.

They’d left the comfort of firm land behind.

The yacht glistened in the sunlight, a thousand mirrors sparkling all around, from the black glitter bug ocean to the sails.

“Roman,” she breathed, Eve sat back on one of the decks as she watched him go to work. “It’s, there are no words.”

“It’s only you and me, so I’ll need you to act as first mate.”

Eve turned bright red, “Roman, I can’t. I don’t know how to”-

“It’s alright,” he slung back a rope and tied one into a knot. She watched him work away until he stood before her. “I’ll show you.” He handed her a pair of sunglasses.

“I’m not much for water sports.”

“This is different.”

“I get seasick.”

“Eve,” the way he said her name. “Indulge me.”

“I thought I was,” she leaned back on the deck, her heart buoying up and down with the gentle waves beneath them. They weren’t strong, only she’d grown sensitive to any gentle rocking beneath her. It felt so precarious floating without control.

“What’s it called?”

“She,” he corrected. “Is called Cleopatra. My father named her.”

“And is his name Julius?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes, now help me with those ropes.”

*

Eve settled back on the deck in the basking sun as Rome took the reins. He stood strong against the wind in white trousers and a blue open shirt, his chest muscles flicking into view. He was so strong, so powerful at the helm.

The yacht was a huge wooden thing, stained mahogany dark with brass inlaid and blue and white sails, with Cleopatra in gold and black scrawled on the side.

“Eve, come here,” he called to her. Eve clutched the side of the deck as the yacht took another wave. She shook her head. “Eve.”

“I’m not dressed right.” She hobbled over to him anyway.

“Take the helm,” he said.

“No.” she stood inches apart from him, he took her in one arm and planted her firmly between him and the wheel.

“I said, take the helm,” he breathed in her ear, his tone resolute. Her hands pressed to the helm. “Do you feel it? Hold tight.” His fingers held her taut on the helm and slowly he released them. Until it was only her. “See, that’s all you. Now hold it firm.” He stepped off and adjusted one of the ropes attached to a white sail.

Her heart dropped out of her stomach and was probably somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.
Oh jeez.
The current was strong, challenging her grip. She held fast hoping Roman would return and dismiss her again.

He came back around her holding her at the waist. “It’s just you and me in the middle of the ocean.”

“Should I be worried?”

“You should,” he looked back, the wicked gleam in his eyes.

72

“Are you ready?”

Roman Pierce took off his shirt.

“For what?” Eve stopped breathing, the sunlight radiated off him as if he were a sun god. It tore off him in sparks of white mixed in with glittering waves dancing back and forth blinding her.

The yacht was in the shallow waters off a desolate beach surrounded by greenery on either side hugging them into a miniature bay. The water was pristine blue and green and the sand on the beach winked at them a sunshine yellow hinting white. White sand. Aqua blue. It was a dream come true.

And Roman Pierce began taking off his trousers!

“Are you coming or what?” he left his trousers dangling on with his zipper undone and stepped to where Eve was, in her observation space.

He took her hand lifting her into the sunshine. The yacht rocked sending her clutching to him for dear life. She was pressed firmly against his chest; he was warm as sunshine and hard and rippled like waves. She didn’t want to let go. Her mouth was to his nipple. A moan escaped her. She swallowed it down.

He lifted her chin to him. “It’s your turn, don’t be shy. I want to see all of you.”

Before she could process or even protest his fingers found the waist of her dress and lifted the material up, she raised her arms until the material left her in only her bra and panties matching in soft white lace.

Eve clutched her hands to her chest. “Someone might see.”

“We’re miles away from any other boats and this is a private beach. It’s only you and me. This is what you wanted isn’t it?” he pushed her chin up again.

Her breath caught.

“You mean”-

Without losing eye contact his hands gently went to her hands pulling away at them until they were at her sides.

“Let me look at you,” he breathed.

Her cheeks turned crimson as he pulled back and surveyed her flesh. She was bare alabaster, hardly ever having time for sunlight. Her lips were pinked and swollen from his kisses, her eyes downward as she gazed up at him through her lashes.

There was deathly quiet, as Eve bit into the rejection.

“You’re perfect.” His voice was hoarse almost lost in the breeze, her heart fluttered nonetheless. Slowly she looked up. “Don’t be ashamed Eve Allure.” Roman leaned in pressing his lips to hers in a delicate and tender touch. “In order to fulfil your fantasy I will be asking you to relinquish your bra and panties,” he held out his hand expectantly.

“No.”

“Eve, where is your sense of adventure?”

“It jumped over board.”

He let out a laugh sending shivers all across her skin.

“Well I guess we’d better go after it,” his hands braced down his trousers until he was just in his boxers. He took her hand and steered her to the edge of the yacht. “I’ll see you on the other side.” He braced one leg over the side and then the other.

Eve was drawn to follow,
oh little lamb
. The current blew up her legs as she went over the side, her grip on him and her other hand clutching to the wire railing. She had a moment to awe at his toned darkened rippled body in white hip hugging boxers.

              “We match,” she couldn’t help say it, her pulse skipping a beat. Why did it affect her so?

“On three,” he said. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

Eve screamed on their way down and the water hit them in a torrent of warmth and sunshine saltiness. They were underwater in seconds, splashing out breaking to the surface. She found herself straddling him and soon they were kissing in the rays in salty lips and wet touches.

Eve swam towards the beach and basked out onto the sand. It was incredibly. She’d never been so daring in all her life, so absolutely carefree. She was a mermaid washed up on the shore legs dipped in golden waves and the glorious rays on her skin-

Rome rose up like Titan from the waters his hair whipping across his face, the rays glinting off his body and his white wet transparent boxers.
Oh boy,
was he excited. Eve rose up on her elbows, her nipples hardening beneath the lace, the warmth of the light tickling her Sex as if it knew exactly what she wanted.

And she wanted.

He lay down on top of her stealing her light encasing her in his warmth. Their lips pressed, urged and opened. Her legs opened letting him in and she wanted the lace gone from her skin replaced with him. She tugged back his boxers, sliding her fingers down his middle, springing free his erection as it pounced onto her stomach.

She gasped.

His fingers deftly worked at her bra, unclipping and releasing her breasts for him. His hand slipped between the margin in her lace down to her Sex. She moaned and tilted her head back. His hand went down to his leg and for the first time she saw a strap around his ankle. He flicked open a knife startling her.

“Trust,” he whispered.

She nodded and the knife slid down one leg of her panties and the other. She yelped as the material let free and she was naked beneath him on a beach with wet warm sand beneath her body. He took a condom from the strap in his leg and opened the casing and put it on himself. Then his erection slipped into her widening her berth. She moaned and gasped. Her fingers pressed to him.

“Relax, no one will see.” He slipped in further and the motions began rubbing in and out of her.

“I want you on top.” With one swift movement he’d levelled her by rolling back and she was on top of him, his hands guiding her up and down. Eve was scared. Exposed. Naked. The rays bouncing on her back, shadow dancing on her front. “I want to see you,” he pressed between her breasts thrusting her up and into the light. The sensation went straight to her Sex. “Do you feel that?”

She clutched her stomach. “You’re deeper.”

Her blood was hot in her veins and her thighs stretched her up and down until his hands no longer guided her.

The movements became swift and slow, hard and soft, sensations building in the pit of her stomach getting deeper and deeper like a hunger.

“Let it happen.”

Eve didn’t know what was happening, except that as her hips pulsed and wanted more, something built within her. His hands pushed against her stomach, teasing the ache inside, then grabbing her breast hard and fast, she cried out feeling herself soon release.

Oh               my              god. 

Her neck flung back, her hair splashing in the wind and she lifted up and up until she was on the tip and came sailing down with a rush of pure ecstasy, panting, vibrating.

“My turn,” he flipped her over and he was on top of her gyrating against her hips, pulsing harder with every movement. He groaned finally as she moaned one last time feeling another wave hit her. They fell there into submission, his elbows resting on either side of her, encasing her still inside her.

His fingers brushed her lips. “Was that what you were after?”

*

The call changed everything. It came as the sun set.

Eve had been wrapped in a blanket as Roman worked at the ropes. They were in the harbour once more. She’d been exhausted into a relaxed state, hypnotised as Roman did most of the work with ropes and sails and steering. She’d closed her eyes for a moment, drifting off her head lulling against the soft waves.

The ring of his phone woke her up. She watched him answer. His face went from soft and young to hard and unrelenting in seconds.

He said nothing as he placed the phone back in his pocket.

He looked at her. Really looked at her, as if he could see right through her with those big brown mournful eyes and she knew it was all over.