Chapter 5
“I have to go,” she whispered.
It was early morning on Sunday and they’d spent the whole weekend in bed. They’d only left the bed to shower and eat before heading back into bed again.
“Where are you off to?” he asked, his arms tightening around her.
Mila’s cheek rested against his chest, her legs tangled with his. And she didn’t want to move.
“I have to fly to Paris. I have meetings tomorrow.”
He sighed, rolling over so that they were face to face. “I have to be in Tokyo on Tuesday.”
She lifted her arms, her fingers tangling in his soft hair. “Does that mean that this is over?”
“Hell no!” he growled, pressing himself between her legs. “No way!”
She blinked, feeling his erection. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. By the time he pressed a finger into her, she was already wet and ready for him. He pressed his forehead to hers. “Tell me your real name,” he murmured softly as he pressed into her body.
Mila gasped, arching to take all of him as her fingers curled around his shoulders. “Mila,” she admitted.
“Nice to meet you, Mila. I’m Tavon,” and he thrust, a slow, rhythmic thrusting that had her gasping with every movement.
“The pleasure is mine,” she teased right back, lifting her body up to meet his next thrust.
“Will you have any time off in Paris?” he asked.
She wouldn’t. But she’d figure out something. “I can take next weekend off,” she told him. “But I have something after that and I can’t miss it.”
“Fine. Where are we meeting?” he demanded, rolling over so that she was on top. He placed her hands on his chest, and lifted his hands to cup her breasts.
Mila took over, slowing down the pace as she rested her hands on his chest, rolling her hips to get the maximum pleasure from this position. He’d showed her so many ways to make love this week, each one better than the last. She thought that this might be her favorite.
“Meet me in Berlin next Friday. Will that work?”
She gasped when he took her hips and pressed her down harder. “Yes!” she sighed, throwing her head back. But she wasn’t sure if she was agreeing to meet him in Berlin or for what he was doing. Either way, she loved it.
She loved him! As the thought hit her, she felt his thumb against that nubbin, pressing her right over the edge. He knew her body so well now. He knew when to touch her and when to just let her get there on her own. Right now, he helped her to her climax, and toppled her over so that he was back on top and he thrust again and again until he found his own release.
When it was all over, she melted into his arms, painfully aware that she’d have to get out of bed and head to the airport. A tear escaped as she thought about not being with him tonight. She didn’t want to leave, but she didn’t want to be a sobbing, pathetic woman either.
So for the next three hours, she kept it together. When he kissed her goodbye, she blinked rapidly, hiding her face against the warmth of his neck until she closed the door on his departure.
That’s when she fell apart, sobbing as she packed up her clothes. She called the bellhop and had her suitcases delivered to the car that was waiting downstairs, forced a smile to her lips when her body guards showed up to escort her to the car.
And the whole time, she fought the tears that were threatening. It wasn’t until she got on the plane that she allowed the tears to fall. And only then because she could turn to the wall and pretend to be sleeping.
Five days later, Mila could barely sit still while the plane taxied to the gate. She wanted out of this plane but, at the same time, she was frightened that Tavon…she really liked that name…wouldn’t be here. They’d been texting all week and he’d confirmed last night that he was still on schedule to meet at a house in Berlin – a house, not a hotel, which she thought was both interesting and frightening – but what if something had come up? What if he’d changed his mind?
Finally, the pilot pulled to a stop and the stairs were pushed up to the plane, the door opened. She almost tripped down the stairs in her haste to get off the plane. But she still had to get through customs and immigration. Because of her title and position, not to mention her diplomatic status, the process was easier, but she still had to go through the questions.
Twenty minutes after stepping off of the plane, she slipped into the waiting town car. Her guards had gotten her bags through inspection and everyone was in the vehicle. “Go!” she called to her lead guard who was driving this time around. “I don’t think I’ll be going out much this time around,” she told both of her guards. “And I’m staying in a house instead of a hotel, but my assistant booked you a hotel right down the street.”
The guards looked at each other, then the one in the passenger seat turned to look at her. She smiled at the concern on his rough features, understanding his concerns. “I promise to call you if I leave the house Tavon has rented, okay?”
The guards obviously didn’t like her answer, but they knew that they didn’t have much of a say in it. Mila suspected that they’d probably report back to the palace in Sidoon, but all of the guards in her father’s employ understood what was going on and they worked around her quirks without informing her father.
As soon as Mila’s car pulled up at the address he’d texted her, she stepped out of the town car. Her guards tried to slow her down, but Tavon opened the door and stepped out onto the front porch. Mila rushed up the stone sidewalk, completely ignoring the lush landscaping as she threw herself into his arms.
“I missed you!” she breathed in as his arms closed around her. She lifted her face up to kiss him as he tangled his hands in her hair, tilting her head back for his kiss. And that was all she remembered other than the intense sensation of being back in his arms, feeling the incredible pleasure of making love with him.
When they finally surfaced for air later that night, she smiled contentedly as he pulled her into his arms while they curled up on the sofa and ate pizza but this time, with red wine.
“How was your week?” he asked, kissing her head.
She smiled and took a bite of pizza. “It was good. Very productive. How about your days?” she asked, looking up at him.
He shrugged and took a sip of wine. “I was more productive last week, knowing that you would be there at the end of the day with me.”
The comment warmed her heart, she thought it was very romantic. They talked about the various issues they’d dealt with over the past several days but, in the end, they stopped talking and made love. Late that night, he carried her up the stairs to bed and made love to her again until they fell asleep, tangled in each other’s arms.
When Sunday rolled around, Mila felt as if she might burst into tears at any moment. But she kept herself under control as they both sat out on the comfortable chairs set up on the elaborate stone patio while the very efficient household staff packed both of their bags.
“Where are you off to this week?” he asked, weaving his fingers through hers.
“I have to head home. My father wants to see me. He’s implied some sort of surprise, which is never good.”
Tavon nodded, wanting to ask more, but her situation sounded similar to his own and he didn’t want to break the peace of this moment with questions.
“When is your next break?”
She shifted closer and he loved the view. Her breasts were plastered against his chest and she looked…soft. Feminine. The pink suit she wore today made her skin look soft and touchable.
“Next weekend? Is that too soon?”
“Hell no!” he growled and pulled her onto his lap so that he could kiss her. “I want to see you no matter where we have to be,” he promised.