Abby Wood's Blog
Melina Cruisse walked off the airplane with one goal. To have hot, wild sex whenever she wanted it. What she didn’t plan on was getting kidnapped by the King of Sanovi who had a goal of his own.
The vacationing enchantress wove a spell around him. How else would he explain why he brought the beauty home with him and bargained to keep her in his bed for three months? What he discovered is a dirty talking, free spirit who brought out the man in the King of Sanovi.
He smiled. “I have a proposition for you.”
She waited to hear what this included, but he sat there with that damn dimple showing. Fine! She nodded and let him know she listened.
“I’d like you to live here for three months. At the end of the three months, if you are not one hundred percent happy, I will deliver you to the airport myself and wish you well.” He didn’t move from his relaxed position on the chair.
The two attractive serving women returned at an awkward moment in the conversation, placed a dish of custard in front of both of them, and cleared their plates. Melina’s gaze swung to Devon’s face. How did he know custard was her favorite dessert?
The women took their exit, and she scooped right into the soft creamy delight. She lingered over the spoon and sighed. Holding the rich custard in her mouth to savor every tantalizing drop, she ignored the pressing matters that she and Devon discussed.
The treat ended too soon. She set her spoon in the bowl with a clatter and turned to the master of the house. “What’s in it for you?”
“I get you in my bed for at least three months, maybe longer.” He set his own spoon down.
“Your bed! That’s rich, if I remember correctly I practically came at the sight of you last night, but I woke up alone this morning. Nuh-uh, no thank you. You’d be boring in bed.” She stood up and he clamped his hand around her wrist.
In one swift move, he stood beside her. She didn’t even see him get up off the chair.
“Let me prove it.” He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Give me tonight, if you are not completely satisfied and screaming my name, you can walk out the door tomorrow.”
She didn’t move a muscle. His lips wandered around the lobe of her ear, and the warmth from his breath sent shivers down her spine.
She cleared her throat to hide the affect of his caress. “Can we try out the circle bed in my room?”
His mouth moved down the side of her neck. Her nipples hardened beneath the silk sundress. He nodded his head and without another word from him, she already knew her answer.
“How about that weird bench?” She whispered, her head falling back under his manipulations.
“Anything for you.”
She inhaled through her nose, and puckered her lips to exhale. Her heart pounded and she tried to calm herself down.
One more thing she needed to do before she gave him her final decision.
She dropped her hand down, cupped his crotch, and found a fully aroused cock. Oh thank God! “Okay, you’ve got one night to prove you are man enough for Melina Cruisse.”
She stood on tiptoe, raised her mouth, and moved in for a celebration kiss. He laid his finger over her lips, and she pouted. Didn’t they just agree to have wild monkey sex all night long?
“Go with Manuel. I have everything planned and will be down in a few minutes.” He swatted her ass in a childish way to hurry her out of the room. Manuel appeared out of the blue to escort her back to her room.
She rode the elevator back in silence. That silly Chinese fortune cookie that she’d opened before planning her vacation taunted her, and she chewed on the inside of her cheek. Live the moment, the tiny slip of paper read. It appeared that she indeed would live the moment, with the king of Sanovi.
Manuel led her back into her area. This is what she wanted all along. An experience to last a lifetime. Away from home, where she dared to come out of the modest shell she found herself wearing, and able to play out her wildest erotic fantasies.
“Let’s get you undressed, Miss Cruisse. Mr. Guy will be down here promptly, so you must be ready.” Manuel undid the buttons on the back of her dress.
“Can I ask you something before you go?” She raised her arms, and he slipped the dress over her head.
He sighed. “If you must.”
“He…he won’t hurt me, will he?” She turned to study Manuel for any sign that he lied for his employer.
He shook his head and smiled. “No, he is the gentlest of lovers.”
“You’ve had him?” Her hands came up to cover her bare boobs.
He chuckled. “Of course not! He is only interested in the females.”
“Whew…scared me for a moment. I thought that explained why he hasn’t jumped my body when it seems I’m throwing myself at him. He’s awful standoffish, even if he does have a special way of making a woman cream her jeans just by being in the same room with him.” She lowered her hands.
“Get up in the bed now and look…provocative. I believe you Americans call it playing the bunny?” He held her hand.
She managed to climb atop the bed without sliding off and stretched out. With the silks cool and seductive against her skin, she squirmed around to find a comfortable position.
“Can I ask you another question?” she asked.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, but then I need to leave.”
“Is he as controlling in bed as he is the rest of the time?” She flipped her hair over one shoulder. The idea that he might be sent a quick little jolt throughout her lower torso.
“That you will have to find out for yourself.” He bowed and walked out of the room. At the door he turned. “Relax, you will enjoy yourself.”