I had mentioned wanting a second just to walk around outside the resort last night, so despite Turner apparently waiting on me in the salon, I snuck out of the back of the hotel to check out Biarritz in the daytime.

Greeting me at the door was the green 1958 Cadillac Eldorado Julian had called to take me on a fifteen-minute drive. With the top down, it particularly matched the glamorous vibe of the town. I had to giggle to myself, thanking the driver who held the door for me before whipping out my phone to text Julian.

I couldn’t stop grinning as the driver whisked me down the street, providing his charmingly accented tour of Biarritz, the “gem of the Basque Coast” that once served as the exclusive holiday spot for European nobility.

I was so very in awe.

Every street felt like a mix of styles I never knew coexisted. There were bright colors and pastels, as well as stone castles and cliffs. It was trendy surf town meets fairytale kingdom, and I could hardly believe it was real.

Though we had stopped a few times for me to wander and snap pictures, I didn’t at all feel like I’d had enough time. Of course, my consolation in going back to the resort was seeing Julian. A part of me already missed him. He’d snuck out early this morning while I was sleeping, and somehow, having only woken up next to him the past three mornings, I was already spoiled. I needed more.

My cheeks were still flushed pink with excitement when I returned to the hotel, and by the time I got to the ritzy checker floored salon, I spotted Julian at a table with Colin, Turner, and four other men. Turner, despite looking deathly hung over with his sandy blonde hair in his eyes, spotted me first and rose quickly to throw his heavy arms around me in a bear hug.

“This one!” he boomed. “The party doesn’t start till this one arrives. Gentlemen, meet the star of the show, Miss Sara Hanna.”

I smiled graciously as I went around the table shaking hands and making introductions. All of the advisors were at least ten years older than Turner, but at least a few of them had the same wandering eye that he did.

My outfit this morning was a striped top with flowy, high-waisted pants and espadrilles. Topknot. Headband scarf. Simple, sexy and not too showy. I was going to be in a swimsuit around these guys later, so I figured I’d pace myself.

Of course, this outfit alone was causing Turner’s hand to linger for longer than necessary on my lower back. I could tell Julian noticed because his eyes were glued to Turner’s arm, and his posture was noticeably rigid under his white shirt.

“Man, I can’t wait to take you surfing later,” Turner grinned as his advisors engaged Julian in some talk about inspections.

“Turner, I think we made it clear that I’m actually not very good at that,” I said, giving him a laugh. He grinned and lowered his voice.

“Well, I thought it was clear that my enjoyment came less from watching you succeed, and more from watching you splash around in a bikini.”

Oh.

What was left of my smile was stiff as Turner and I simply stood there for a moment, wearing amiable expressions for each other to maintain the guise of a seamless meeting.

But I had expected this at some point. I had prepared myself for Turner to get handsy and inappropriate, and I wasn’t afraid. We were baiting him, after all, and this was expected. All I had to do was maintain pleasant enough to keep his ego stroked and his attention still piqued. Once the paperwork was in progress, my job as a professional seductress would require much less tolerance for Turner. Once the paperwork was finalized, I could very well tell him to fuck off if I wanted to.

We were close. And I was confident.

That said, I was still somewhat relieved that the weather took a turn when it came time for our surf and boating trip. We’d waited it out for a half hour, but with the rain still going, we canceled our beach outing and opted for what was originally scheduled for tomorrow – a tour of the spa.

It was an oasis hidden in the very center of the resort with brilliant white pillars, sparkling pools and Turkish baths, as well as views of the sweeping coast. I had barely finished talking about what had been added during the renovations when Turner decided he needed a massage.

“My back is stiff from the flight,” he said, wincing as he reached over his shoulders and rubbed himself.

He locked his eyes on me as he did so. I cocked an eyebrow, and he grinned in response. I didn’t know exactly what he was saying, but I had a feeling it was lewd, and that feeling was confirmed shortly after.

“Sara looks like she needs a massage,” Turner announced, his eyes still on me as he interrupted his advisors. “Maybe we should get a couple’s massage. You look like you’re probably very tight,” he said with a smirk.

“Jesus, Turner,” one of his advisors laughed nervously as Julian offered an easy smile despite the fire I caught in his eyes.

“Turner. Let’s get you an hour-long Swedish massage. Shall we?”

“Trying to get me out of your hair, Hoult?”

“Absolutely,” Julian said to the raucous laughter of the advisors. “Come on. Let me introduce you to our spa manager.”

* * *

I was initially hesitant about staying at the spa while Julian went on to talk with the advisors, but he said he preferred some time alone with them, and I’d have Colin with me as well.

“Sara, he’s paying us to get massages right now. Come on,” Colin laughed under his breath as Julian waited for me to relent.

“I just want you to have some time to enjoy yourself while you’re here,” he murmured, ushering me aside. “And I do like keeping elements of my business to myself. I hope you understand.”

I nodded though I didn’t quite.

But then I remembered how Julian had associated Liz with the success of his first billion-dollar business, and how that had too positively skewed his perception of her. I chewed my lip as I considered that by excluding me from this meeting, Julian was trying to put a barrier between his career and me. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I felt like it was possibly the latter, but I told myself not to think about it too hard.

So I distracted myself with the tranquil music playing as I got undressed in the women’s locker room, eventually emerging in a robe to find a girl named Anaïs waiting for me.

For someone so small and petite, the woman was strong. Incredibly so. I had still been vaguely bothered by Julian’s request before entering the dim massage room, but barely a minute later, I was mentally thanking him for the treatment. It struck me only then that, save for the complimentary shoulder rubs at the manicure place, I’d never had a massage before in my life.

And it felt amazing.

My skin was slathered in natural coconut oil, and slippery enough to make it easy for Anaïs to rub the heel of her palms against as she massaged my back then my legs. Even the pads of her fingers were strong.

God, this chick is good. I honestly wished I could afford her on a daily basis, just to help massage away all the stupid, overanalyzed thoughts in my head. Forty minutes into the massage, and she had yet to get tired or lose an ounce of strength.

I was practically asleep from the deep relaxation when a knock sounded at the door.

“Oh.” I could actually hear Anaïs frowning. She sounded as surprised as I was by the sudden interruption, quickly apologizing to me before slipping out of the room.

Soon enough, I could hear a low, male voice joining hers just outside the door.

It was a mutter I couldn’t quite make out, but it sounded too low to be Colin. Lying naked on that table, I stiffened at the thought of who it might be. My stomach tightened with a dark suspicion, but before I could analyze further, the door slid slowly back open.

Eyes on the floor, I froze.

I was staring at men’s shoes walking in. My heart slammed like a rock against the table, and before I knew it, a hand was lifting the towel off my naked ass.

From the mere graze of the fingers, I knew it wasn’t Turner.

“Oh my God – asshole!” I hissed, lifting my head to find Julian standing over my body, a crooked smile on his lips.

“Lay down.”

His command was a low murmur, but it still packed more authority than I could deny. Lying back down on the table, I peeked up to watch Julian gaze down at the coconut oil.

“Are you going to finish my massage?” I smirked. “I did have twenty minutes left.”

“You’ll get your twenty minutes,” Julian said as his dexterous fingers flicked down the front of his shirt to unbutton. When it fell open, I got a delicious, two-second view of his six-pack before he said, “Head down.”

Biting my lip, I put my head down, watching his feet round the table to stand at the very front, just above me. I was still giggling as I heard him oil up his palms.

But I closed my eyes and moaned when I felt his strong hands press down on my shoulder blades. My mouth parted as he began rubbing down to my back, then the small of it before he leaned over enough to grab handfuls of my ass. Though he squeezed a bit for his own pleasure, he still massaged me, pressing the heel of his palm against all the right places.

His touch was distinctly different than the masseuse’s. It was firm, relaxing yet undeniable sexual. The pads of his fingers stroked me in slow, almost circular movements – like he was savoring my skin.

Oh God, this is too good.

Lifting my head, I could see Julian getting hard through his slacks as he hovered over me. I parted my lips. I was only inches from being able to cup his package with my mouth, and the thought alone made me so incredibly wet.

It also made it particularly torturous when Julian started massaging my thighs.

Sliding his hand between them, he gave long downward strokes, scooping my pussy on the way up every time.

“You’re so ready for me,” Julian murmured, gathering more and more of my wetness on his palm with every stroke of my thigh. I bit the edge of my fist as I tried to muffle myself, but the anticipation was killing me.

“Put your fingers inside me,” I whispered pleadingly.

“I thought you wanted a massage,” he teased as he spread my legs, propping one knee slightly up to expose my pussy. Then with just his index and middle fingers, he rubbed between my thighs, teasing my slick folds and getting them impossibly hot with every stroke. “Your ass looks so fucking good like this,” he murmured. I gasped when he spanked it, his other hand still massaging my pussy. “Look at how hard you have me.”

I tilted my head up again, gasping at the steel rod straining against Julian’s slacks.

“Take them off,” I begged softly.

“Lie on your back,” Julian countered as he rounded to the side of the table, presenting me the delectable view of his shirtless body.

I felt another surge of wetness in my pussy as he gave those three swift jerks to undo his belt. I’d become addicted to that sight.

“Massage the oil onto your tits,” Julian said as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

I reached over to dip my fingers in the oil, holding my hand above my chest to watch the liquid drip onto my hard nipples then slide down my naked curve. The sight was tantalizing even for me. I had to gaze down and watch as I rubbed my own breasts, letting out a giggle for the fact that I was practically shining them for Julian.

But he didn’t share in my amusement. In fact, as he watched me, his jaw tightened. He actually looked turned on to the point of being pissed off when he approached me, running his hand over the length of his clothed erection.

“I don’t think you realize, Sara,” he pulled my hands away from my body, “just how much of a fucking animal you turn me into,” he finished in a murmur, pushing my tits up and together. They were so round and reflective they looked almost fake, and I never in a million years thought I’d find that arousing, but right now, I was so wet I was pooling onto the table. “Do you have any idea how difficult it is to carry on with a meeting when all I can think about is you? When all I can see is your perfect fucking body getting rubbed down by hands that aren’t mine?”

“I’m sorry I ruined your meeting,” I smirked.

“You’ll make it up to me,” Julian said, sending a chill over my skin. With gravel in his voice, he murmured, “Spread your legs for me.”

As soon as I did, he cupped under my left thigh, pulling me to the edge of the table and lifting my leg. Resting it on his naked chest, he pulled out his cock, stroking it twice in his hand before sliding it into my pussy.

“Oh my God.”

I clawed the silky sheet on the table as Julian leaned forward, penetrating me fully. His eyes were like steel as they took me in. He looked so unbelievably gorgeous in the warm lighting, yet so dauntingly serious. His lips were pressed into a line even as he wet them. But he allowed himself a low growl when he leaned forward to play with my breasts again, squeezing and pinching as he pushed in deep.

I could barely make a sound. I was filled to the hilt, my pleasure tinged with just the right amount of pain as Julian furiously pumped his hips. His every muscle flexed, and his every tendon twitched as his tempo steadily increased inside me.

“Tell me how that feels, baby,” he whispered, his electric stare shining bright in the dark room. I struggled to speak. “Does that feel good?”

“Too good,” I breathed in awe, my eyes following his every move.

I felt more exposed than ever as he lowered my leg from his chest, gripping under both my thighs and holding them apart to give himself an unobstructed view of his cock driving into my pussy. His bottom lip tucked just under his teeth as he watched himself fuck me. Holy shit. There was something so carnal and erotic about his rapt focus on the image. It felt as if he were claiming me – showing himself that when he had me like this, I belonged to no one but him.

He looked absolutely entranced by his view.

But when I came, his mouth was promptly on mine – like he wouldn’t miss my orgasm for the world. His kiss was deep, fast and lush, and with his cock still buried inside me, it felt like he was devouring me. Owning every inch of me.

And I wanted him to.

I watched with wild-eyed fascination when Julian gnashed his teeth and finished inside me, his fingers digging into my body, his hard muscles slowly relaxing as he groaned my name. As we caught our breaths, it felt as if I breathed in what he exhaled.

It was a miraculous feeling.

I didn’t ever want to let it go.