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“You are a devil woman
,” he said shaking his head in amusement.  “And that was quite a creative tale you’ve just wove together on the fly.  I am impressed again, Miss Hargreave.”

“
Thank you, Mr. Everley.  And you totally deserved it for leering at me while I was sleeping and naked.” 

“Now, I cannot help that.  Come on, you’re naked in my bed and I’m supposed to avert my eyes or something?”
he complained.

“That would be the gentlemanly thing to do, yes.”

“Well good then, because we’ve already established I am no gentleman.”  His eyes darkened.  “So I’ll continue my leering whenever you are naked in my bed, thank you very much.”  He took my face and pulled me up to his, eyes dead serious.  “I won’t look away from you, Gabrielle, unless I’m dead.”

In a matter of seconds we went from horsing around and giggling
, to passionate kissing as a prelude to more sex, when he dropped his lips to mine and covered my whole mouth forcefully with his.  He kissed me harshly, demandingly erotic as he pressed down into me with an erection that hit me right where it felt so good.  Ivan made everything he did feel so good.

The sheets were rippe
d aside and he made his way to my breasts.  He sucked on one and held the other, pinching and twisting the nipple over and over until I was gasping from the sweet pleasure-pain it produced and shaking underneath him.

He pulled up to his knees
abruptly, and reached for the other packet on the bedside table.  This time he sheathed himself while I watched the show.  And the show was quite impressive because Ivan had a huge cock.  Biggest one I’d ever met.  I’d noticed the size of him last night when he’d stripped down for me.  No micro-penis for this British bloke. He could rate with the record holders. But despite his size, he was well proportioned, long and thick with a slight curve to the left, and trimmed up neatly.  For a penis it was quite beautiful, and lord knows he could do amazing things with it.  I’d learned this lesson last night.

I waited as he stared darkly into my eyes.  When it came down to the ac
tual sex, Ivan became serious, almost menacing in his demeanor.  It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced with a man. The anticipation of waiting for him to start in on me made me ache, wondering what he would do, or demand from me.

Wit
hout warning he flipped me over.  On my knees, he pushed down on my shoulders so my ass was up in the air.  I knew he was staring again, seeing the unique parts of a woman’s body that make a man want to fuck her like the caveman he is at heart.

I felt fingers stroking an
d penetrating, making me ready for him.  He found my clit and rubbed the tip of his cock over it back and forth until I was on the edge of desperation and literally shaking under him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this
.” He spoke reverently but harshly, his words piercing into my consciousness right along with his huge, beautiful cock.

He filled me up so
completely, I couldn’t help crying out loudly.  He held himself in me and slid his hands to the sides of my hips, his fingers biting into my flesh, owning my body, sending the message I was at his mercy until he deemed it at an end.  Until he’d forced another climax or two out of me and was ready to give into his own.

I could only hold on as he pumped his cock in and out of me, so deep and so hard from this angle
, it felt like I would break apart at any second.  Only his firm grip on my hips held me down.  I flew so high from the pleasure of him in me I think I would have floated away if he wasn’t holding onto me so tightly.

The sounds of ou
r bodies hitting together, his tortured groans, my heavy gasps, notched up the heat of the sex even more.  Just seconds after he’d made me come, and he was on the verge of his own orgasm, Ivan said something that cut right to the heart of the matter with us.  He pulled on my hair and drew my neck back, speaking the words into my ear as he continued on with the fierce fucking.  He said, “I own this body of yours when I have my cock in you.”  And he was right.

He did
own my body in that moment, even if I would have given it to him freely.

He absolutely did.

His cock swelled impossibly harder as he thrust into me with an almost agonized sounding groan, holding me impaled as he finally came.  His teeth bit into my shoulder just enough to bring a sharp sting of delicious pain before he soothed over the spot with his tongue.

Wh
en he released me, the ominous Ivan disappeared and the gentle Ivan reemerged.  He held me the same way he had last night, caressing and combing fingers through my hair.  Being in his arms afterward was again, something I’d not really experienced before.  It was new to me, but I loved it.  He made me feel so precious, like I was important to him—special.  It scared me only because I responded so powerfully to his attentions.  Almost like an instant addiction for people who sample a drug for the first time.  It was like that for me with Ivan.

This was only supposed to be one night of letting my inhibitions fly and not have the guilt to contend with
by being done in private.  But fate had played a dirty trick on me I now realized.  And too much alcohol had helped me to make stupid decisions that I couldn’t take back now, or ever.

I had been with Ivan.
  I now knew what that felt like.

L
ike something very wonderful.

And
I knew I’d wish for more time with him once he took me back to Hallborough later today and said goodbye.

Even so,
I stayed exactly where I was, cuddled up against his muscled chest with his arm around me.  I breathed in the scent of him so I could hold onto the good feelings for just a little longer.  Maybe I deserved more than just one night with him…

What are you doing
, Gabrielle?

AFTER
the good-morning-fuck, we dozed a bit.  We needed it.  The sex was intense with her, and a little rest helped us both come down to earth afterward.

It was already beginning.

The change in me I was worried about.

But I
knew I couldn’t do a thing about it anymore than I could get enough of Gabrielle Hargreave.  I wished I could make time slow because the sands in the hourglass were pouring out far too quickly for me.  I dreaded the moment when she would say I had to take her back to London where she lived and worked.

I didn’t want to take her back.

I
didn’t even want to go back to London because I knew everything would be different there.  It wouldn’t be like this was here with her right now.  Easy.  So good.  Fun.

I wanted her to stay
at Donadea with me so I could hear her tell more outrageously mocking fairy tales.  To hear the sound of her teasing in that California-girl American accent she spoke in.  To laugh together in bed over funny, stupid, nothingness.  To watch her sleeping, or see the happiness she felt when she did something for the first time, like the night flight in my plane.  Just simple things.

She opened her eyes
a few moments later to find me watching her again, but this time she just smiled and looked happy.

“Let’s go swimming,” I blurted.

“What?”

“A body of water—
you and me moving around in it.”

“
You have a pool?  Here?”

“
Yeah, I like to swim.  I’ve been having the place renovated slowly and the indoor pool house was done up last year.  From the outside it looks like it belongs with the rest of the place, but inside it’s very modern.  Sort of like this room.”

“I wondered about that.  I like your bedroom, but I also loved the
traditional décor in the room where I stayed last time.”

“So, do you think I should preserve everything
at Donadea in its original form and design, then?”

She seemed to really think about it for a minute before answering.  “Well, I’m all for preserving history, of course, but this is also your home
—your sanctuary—and you love being here, so I think you need to make it fit so it’s comfortable for you to enjoy when you visit the place.”

I kissed her softly.  “You just scored some points, Miss Hargreave.  I like your answer.”

She did a fist pump and mouthed the words, “I scored points.”

“You so did.  Now, do you want
to have a swim with me?”

“
I don’t have a suit to wear.”

“
Wear your knickers if you like.”

“Will anybody see
?”

“
Just you and me.”  I gave her arse a playful smack before hopping out of bed to find some shorts to throw on.

When I came out of my closet
her knickers were back on and she was coming out of the bathroom putting her arms through the straps of her bra, trying to do it up.

“Absolutely not.”
  I snatched that thing out of her hands and tossed it over my shoulder.

She
squinted her pretty eyes, sending me what I was sure had to be something along the lines of
What is your problem, you fucking arsehole! 
The feisty kitten was ready to hiss at me, and I absolutely loved it.

I palmed both of her breasts, one in each hand
, and held them reverently.  “Don’t ever cover these when we are alone.”

Her frown turned soft in an instant
, her mouth sliding into a grin.  “Why, Mr. Everley, I do believe you are enamored with my breasts.”

I gave her
a look.  “Not even close, my lovely Miss Hargreave.”

“No?”
She frowned.

“You have the most spectacular set of tits I’ve ever had the pl
easure of viewing in my life.  And
enamored
is a ridiculous word to describe my feelings for your tits.”

Her
mouth went wide in surprise as she laughed at me.

I
buried my face in the decadent cleavage I held in my hands.  “Enslaved is a much more appropriate word.”

She
scoffed and pushed my head away.  “You’re insane.”

“Insane over your tits
.”

“Well, that’s really good to know, Mr. Everley.”  She put her hands on her hips.  “I assume the pool house is a distance from this bedroom,
and I need to wear something to cover me.  I’m basically naked.”

M
y turn to pout.

“
They are too perfect to be covered up and I want to look at them.”

“You’ve made that point abundantly clear and I get it.  You like breasts—”

“—very partial to yours in particular.”

She stonefaced me again.  “
Are you deaf?”  She pointed to her chest.  “If you want me to step out of this room with you, then you’d better find me a robe, or a shirt of yours, or a sheet, or
something
to cover up these
spectacular tits
until we arrive at the pool.”

“Fine.” 
Well, she did have a point there.  Finnegan was around, and Marjorie could show up anywhere at any time.  Better not shock the help with my debauchery on a Sunday morning.  I went back into my closet and dug around until I found something that looked promising.  It was blue, made of silk and had a belt.  It also looked like something Finnegan might wear to bed, but it was indeed a robe.  I really had no idea where half of the shit in my house came from, which was why I wanted to go through decade’s worth of the accumulated crap systematically.

Hopefully get rid
of most of it.

“
Will this do?”  I showed her.

Her eyes widened.  She fingered the fa
bric and checked the label.  “What is with the smoking jackets and this place?”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Smoking jackets.  Fancy robes rich men used to wear for lounging and—”

“—smoking I gather?”

She rolled her eyes at my joke and took the thing off its hangar, holding it out to look more closely.  “This is definitely vintage, Ivan, and it has to be at least sixty years old.  Sharkskin silk out of the fifties if I had to guess.  I buy vintage dresses sometimes so I know a little about heirloom clothing, and they don’t come with cheap price tags.  This looks expensive to me, and probably valuable.  I’d hate to damage it.  Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.  You said you had to have a robe to cover up your spectacular tits from view
, and so you shall.”  I took it from her and held it open for her to slip on.  “You may keep it if you like it.  I don’t even know why it was in my closet.  I never wore it.”

She slid one arm through and then the other, easing into it carefully as if she wasn’t worthy of the
damn thing.  That really irritated me.  I was jealous of a goddamn fucking robe—and she didn’t know it yet, but as soon as we got into the pool house, I’d be tearing it off her.

“It
really is beautiful,” she said as she ran her hands down the front and reached for the belt.  “It fits me pretty well, although I don’t think it was ever meant to be this long.  Definitely sized for a man.”  She looked down at her toes peeping out from the hem at the floor.  The sleeves were a little long too, but overall the whole effect was really fucking sexy.  Her nipples had hardened and I could see the perfect outline of her breasts under the thin silk.  Knowing she was basically naked underneath that robe, and also what we’d been doing together for the last hours, was a pretty powerful force to fight off.

But
I didn’t want to fight anything off with her.

I wanted to keep her—something I’d not wanted
to do with anybody for a very long time.  I understood I needed to be careful with how to proceed with Gabrielle.  She was different.  Not typical in how she viewed the world, or even in how she behaved within it.  Somehow, I knew the things I’d done before to charm women, were not going to work with her.  She was also a runner, I’d learned.  She ran away when she was scared.

But
this was the heart of my problem, and I needed to figure her out.

“
Beautiful.  I agree, Miss Hargreave.”  Again, she had no idea I was referring to her and not the pretentious robe, which was now preventing me from enjoying the view of her spectacular tits.

Gabrielle was
that perfectly unspoiled.

I kept my promise and ditched her robe as soon as we got into the pool house.
  We held hands and jumped in together.  She dared me to do it.  Competitive Gabrielle was as incredibly sexy as the submissive Gabrielle I’d just had underneath me taking my cock to perfection.

She looked like a water goddess in my pool.  Wet hair
plastered over her skin and breasts.  Hard nipples peeking through enough to tease me.  Absolutely no hesitation when I challenged her to a race of four laps.  She even gave me some opposition because she was a strong swimmer, but I didn’t let her win.  I guessed right.  She would’ve been greatly displeased if I had.

She
got back at me for the win by mocking me with a glimpse of her arse in those thong knickers, and then topped that off with a huge kick of water to the head.

“That’s it,
you’re done,” I said, going down and tugging her underwater with me.  She surprised me again by grabbing my face and kissing me before I could even do much more than grab her.  I reluctantly brought us up to the surface still kissing, and wondering how she’d turned everything around on me.

I got my hands under her bum and lifted her up.  She wrapped her legs around my hips and released my lips, still holding my face in her two hands.

Her green eyes looked very mischievous.  “You were saying something about me being
done
, Mr. Everley?  Are you sure, because it doesn’t feel like it to me.”  She ground her hips forward and right down on my awakening cock.