and crushed her with his weight and the angle had him stroke her to the edge of bliss but he refused to push her over.
‘What if I’d been asleep?’ he asked.
‘I’d have woken you with my mouth,’ Freya said because, though she loathed the thought of it, she wanted to be the woman who could do that. ‘More...’ she now begged. It was like he had unbuttoned her.
‘More?’ Zack checked, and pulled out of her. She let out a sob of frustration.
He knelt up, pulled up her hips and Freya told him exactly where her thoughts last night had been.
‘I’d have got you hard with my mouth and climbed on.’
‘Dirty girl.’
‘Yes,’ Freya said. ‘I am.’
She could hear his ragged breathing and his hand hovering over her bare cheek before he gave her a light spank.
‘Yes...’ Freya whimpered, and she did not recognise her own voice, or her own requests. He spanked her harder and she just about came and as her hand shot between her legs to ensure she did just that, Zack spanked her again.
‘More,’ Freya said.
Oh, he would have loved to carry on with the spanking, but the sound of her moans and the sight of her meant he had to be inside her.
She asked for more but he told her to be quiet, disobeying her plea to spank her again as he took her.
He seared inside her and not gently.
God, she always held back now but she was asking for more, for rougher...
He just took over and she pressed her face into the mattress.
Freya came, choking out her sobs as she pulsed around him, but he did not relent and he did not come.
There was a slight curse from him and the condom was gone, she knew, it had to be. She had never had sex without one and this was amazing.
For Zack too.
The feel of her hot and swollen was more acute and the sound of her moaning. Her hand came back and she dug her nails into his thighs. He scooped an arm under her stomach and drove in harder.
She felt like a rag doll, limp everywhere except on the inside, where she was pulled taut by him.
Freya had never completely let go in sex, she had tried to and had thought she had in those little slivers of orgasm in days gone by, but she knew now she hadn’t.
Rude words were uttered and her head felt as if it had turned red as he swelled and shot into her.
Her orgasm was so sexy, a clutch of muscle that drew him in, and his warm come felt like ice seeping over her hot, swollen tightness.
And he pushed and groaned and let go deep into her until they were spent.
She listened to his long, pleasured sigh as he pulled out and then another sigh as he slipped back in to where it was warm and then out he went.
He joined her and they lay on their stomachs, facing each other, sleepy, satisfied smiles on their faces.
Freya had never had this moment where nothing else mattered than this bliss.
Soon other things would but for now nothing did.
God, she had spent most of her life trying to stay in control, only to find in some things she didn’t want to.
And for Zack, who, as fleeting as his relationships were, did his best to be considerate and hold back, now looked into the eyes of someone who didn’t need him to.
‘Sore?’ he asked, running a hand over where he had spanked her.
‘I’m still high.’
They lay there and Zack said something that he usually wouldn’t. ‘I wish I could be your alternate day...’ But that sounded way too much like making plans for Zack so he made light of what he’d just said. ‘Nope, you’d be hanging up your running shoes for good.’
And Freya too kept it light. ‘I don’t think I could deal with you even on alternate days.’ She smiled.
Freya actually meant it.
He had changed everything in her very ordered world and had awoken a side to her that she hadn’t been aware existed.
They were touching down on their real worlds, and, on a very clear day, flight-wise, it was a surprisingly bumpy landing that was to come.
Maybe paradise was hard to leave because, as it turned out, they did it terribly.
The buzz of her phone as a seven a.m. alarm went off was equalled by the chime of his and they both groaned.
‘I have to go...’ Freya said.
‘We need to talk.’
They really did, Zack had realised.
No names definitely didn’t mean no condoms.
‘Look, you don’t have anything to worry about from my end.’ Zack had his doctor’s voice on, not that she knew it. ‘I’m always careful and I’ve just had some health checks.’ He dealt with all this in a very practical, forthright way. He was completely in work mode now, and what Freya couldn’t know was that at work Zack was a very different man.
‘You don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant.’ Freya wasn’t going to go into detail about her fertility issues so she let him assume she was on the Pill, but his expression remained serious, even as they lay on their stomachs facing each other. ‘I had some blood work done this week,’ Freya said. ‘It was all fine.’ His expression was still grim and she was starting to get annoyed. ‘I can go and get my computer if you don’t believe me.’ Her voice was rising. ‘It was a torn condom, for God’s sake.’
Accidents happened!
Just never to her.
Freya made sure of it.
She sat up, not liking all she had told him.
This man knew more about her than she’d told anyone and it was getting harder and harder to look him in the eye.
Zack sat up, knowing he hadn’t handled that well. He tried to improve the sudden drop in atmosphere. ‘Let’s get some breakfast...’ He’d made her feel bad and that hadn’t been his intention, but in his line of work Zack had to be sure.
The snooze alarm went off and he swiped it and then picked up the hotel phone and ordered breakfast for two.
‘Coffee?’ he checked.
Freya shook her head. ‘I’ll have a green tea.’
He ordered and then climbed from the bed. ‘I’ll just have a shower...’ Zack said, and threw her one of the robes. ‘In case breakfast arrives while
