Spanish Escape. Maisey Yates

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СКАЧАТЬ he massaged her deep, hitting her somewhere she hadn’t even known existed. ‘There…’

      She was starting to cry, but with intense pleasure, and then she could no longer hold it. There was no point even trying.

      There was a flood of release as she pulsed around him, and Raúl moaned as she tightened over and over around his thick length. He felt the rush of her orgasm flowing into him and he shot back in instant response, spilling deep into her, loving her abandon, loving the Estelle his body revealed.

      Loving too the tinge of embarrassment that crept in as she struggled to get her breath back.

      ‘What was that?’

      ‘Us,’ he said, still inside her. And it was not the cliffs he feared now, but the perfume of the ocean in her hair as he inhaled it—a fear that was almost overwhelming as he realised how much he had enjoyed this night.

      Not just the sex, not just the talking, not just dinner.

      But now.

      * * *

      ‘We should head back.’

      They had been snorkelling. It had all started off innocently, but had turned into a slightly more grown-up activity. Raúl did not know if it was her laughter, or the feel of her legs wrapped around him, or just that he was simply enjoying her too much, but he kissed her cheek and unwrapped her legs from his waist.

      ‘Is it dinner-time?’

      ‘I meant we should head back for Marbella…’

      It had been two nights and two amazing days, and more of a honeymoon than Raúl had ever intended for it to be.

      They were dressing for dinner tonight, because they wouldn’t be dawdling on their return. Which meant this would be their last night on the yacht.

      She missed it already.

      Even as Rita did her hair and make-up she missed the yacht, because it had been the most magical time. As if they had suspended the rules of the contract, their time had been spent talking, laughing, eating, making love—but Raúl had made it clear that things would be different when they returned to Marbella.

      She felt as if they were approaching that already as Rita pushed the last pin into Estelle’s hair. Raúl’s expression was tense as he picked up his ringing phone.

      ‘I will tell the chef you will be up soon,’ Rita said, and Estelle thanked her and started to put on her dress.

      She didn’t understand what was being said on the phone, but given the terse words, she guessed it wasn’t pleasant.

      ‘They are getting married.’ Raúl hung up and was silent.

      By the time he told her what the call had been about he was doing up his tie, but kept getting the knot wrong.

      ‘Oh.’ She didn’t know what else to say, just went on struggling with her zip.

      ‘Come here.’ He found the side zipper. ‘It’s stuck.’

      She stood still as he tried to undo it.

      ‘My father says he wants to do the right thing by Angela—wants to give her the dignity of being his wife and his widow. He wants her to have a say in decisions by the medical staff.’

      ‘What did you say?’

      ‘That it was the first decent thing I had heard on the subject.’

      ‘Are you going to attend?’

      He didn’t answer her question; instead he hurried her along. ‘Come on. They will be serving up soon. It is not fair to keep the chef waiting.’

      Since when was Raúl thoughtful about his staff? Estelle thought, but said nothing.

      It was an amazing dinner. The chef had made his own paella, and even Raúl agreed, it was the best he had tasted.

      Yet he barely touched it.

      He looked at Estelle; she looked exquisite. Her hair was up, as it had been on their wedding day, her black dress looked stunning, and he told himself he could do it—that it wasn’t a problem after all.

      ‘What would you think if we did not turn around for Marbella?’

      Estelle swallowed the food she was relishing and took a drink of water, nervous for the same reasons as Raúl.

      ‘We could head to the islands, extend our trip…’

      ‘So that you miss your father’s wedding?’

      ‘He has chosen to marry when I am on my honeymoon. He doesn’t know we were to be on our way back.’

      ‘You’ll have to face him at some point.’

      ‘You don’t tell me what I have to do!’ he snapped, and then righted himself, trying to explain things a little better. ‘He wants a wedding—one happy memory with his wife. I doubt that will be manageable with me there. Especially if Luka attends.’ He took a breath. ‘So how about a few more days?’ He made it sound so simple. ‘I have not had a proper holiday in years…’

      ‘I thought your life was one big holiday?’

      ‘No,’ Raúl said. ‘My life is one big party. We will return to that in a few days.’ He issued it as a warning, telling her without saying as much that what happened at sea stayed at sea.

      He was waiting for her decision. But then Raúl remembered the decision was entirely his. He was paying for her company—not her say in their location.

      ‘I will let the staff know.’

      ‘Now?’

      ‘They have to plot the route, inform…’

      He didn’t finish, just headed off to let the crew know, and Estelle sat there, suddenly nervous.

      She wanted to be back on safe water—because living with Raúl like this, seeing this side of him, she was struggling to remember the rules.

      * * *

      Their ‘couple of days’ turned into two weeks.

      They sailed around Menorca and took their time exploring its many bays. Estelle’s skin turned from pale to pink, from freckles to brown. He watched her get bolder, loved seeing her stretch out on a lounger wearing only bikini bottoms, not even a little embarrassed now. Her sexuality was blossoming to his touch, before his eyes.

      Finally they sailed back into Marbella. Normally the sight of it was the one he loved best in the world, yet there was a moment when he wanted to tell the skipper to keep sailing, to bypass Marbella and head to Gibraltar, take the yacht to Morocco, just to prolong their time. Except he was growing far too fond of her.

      She put a hand on his shoulder, joined him to watch the splendid sight, but she felt his shoulder tense beneath her touch.

      Raúl СКАЧАТЬ