This woman.

I can’t get her out of my head. She owns me. My thoughts. My body. My cock. Everything. It’s hers.

I’ve only known her a week, but in that week, I’ve fucked her in almost every way my dirty brain can come up with. I’ve tied her up in ways I thought no woman could actually bend. I’ve pushed her limits, fucking her in public places, over balconies, in restaurants. I’ve made her bleed, caused bruises, and heard her cry out from the pain of my hand or a whip on her ass or thigh. None of it was enough.

It wasn’t enough for me.

And it sure wasn’t enough for her.

I know everything there is to know about her body. I know the whimpers she makes when she is begging me for more. I know just how far her body can last before she’s lost to her orgasm. I know exactly what buttons to push on her body to make her come seconds after our first kiss. I know how hard to hit her ass to make her cheeks just the right shade of pink.

I know all of that, yet the only personal thing I know about her is that she’s a veterinarian who has a rich friend, who’s a princess, and that she came here to forget something. I know that I’m the first man she’s been with who she’s had dark, dangerous sex with and that, most likely, after today, when she goes back home, she’ll go back to her normal ways. She will date normal men who take her on normal dates and have normal sex.

She won’t beg them to tie her up. She won’t ache for them to control her body with whips and chains. She’ll pretend she is a nice, sweet girl that wants a nice, caring man. She’ll search for a man to marry, to raise kids with. She’ll forget about her dark urges and me.

I’m not sure if I can handle that. I won’t let her forget about me. I need one more fuck that will make it impossible for her to forget me. Something that will push her limits further than I’ve ever pushed her. Which is going to be hard since I fucked her on the hour for twenty-four hours straight and then at least three times a day the rest of the week. Each time I fucked her, I tried to come up with something that would make her use her safe word to make me stop.

She never did. Not even close.

Skye rolls over in bed with a grin on her face. Even though her eyes are still closed, she knows that I’m in bed with her. It’s a strange feeling at first—to wake up in a bed with a woman, but how quickly that faded after the first night we spent together. Now, I can’t imagine not waking up to her sweet face and getting a good fuck in before we even leave the bed.

“What are you thinking?” she asks, able to read my body and mind without even opening her eyes.

It’s freaky how well we know each other’s bodies.

“About how I want to fuck you on our last day together.”

Her eyes flicker open as she licks her bottom lip. “What do you have in mind?”

I can’t help but smile at her reaction. I’ve never been with a woman who wanted sex as much as I do, but Skye is definitely that woman. She’s never satiated. I think I could spend every second of every day trying to make that happen, and it never would.

I stroke her face, trying to memorize every feature of her face to take with me.

“What is something you’ve always wanted to do on vacation?” I ask.

“You,” she says, giggling a little.

I shake my head. “Other than sex, my dirty girl. What’s something you’ve always wanted to do but never did? Or have you done it all? The snorkeling, the swimming with dolphins, the zip-lining.”

She thinks for a second.

“You’ve done all of that, haven’t you?” I ask.

She winces. “Yeah, as much as I’ve probably convinced you that all I do on vacations is fuck complete strangers for a week, it’s not true. I usually spend my time going on adventures. It beats just sitting on the beach and drinking alone every day.”

I frown. I can’t imagine her ever being lonely, but it seems that, for at least part of her life, she has been.

I tuck her hair behind her ear as I gently and lazily kiss her on the lips, not wanting it to go any further than a kiss right now but needing to taste her to make her not feel alone at least for a second.

She smiles sweetly when I stop kissing her.

“Why do you want to know?”

I shrug. “Just trying to think of a way to spice up our last few fucks together.”

She laughs. “I don’t think that’s possible, not after last night.”

My eyes glaze over as I think about last night. I fucked her in the ass while she was tied up to one of the curtains backstage at one of the performances that the resort puts on. All the time, any of the performers had to do in order to see her was glance to their left, and they would have seen us fucking. Only one ever did at the very end, but I don’t think she got a good look at what was happening.

“You’re probably right. That was a great night. Almost as good as the fifth time I fucked you.”

I watch her eyes glaze over with thoughts of that night. It doesn’t take her long to get the fire in her eyes as she finally remembers that time. It was the first time I used a whip on her. I can still remember the excitement and shock that covered her face when I first touched the cold whip to her bare skin.

A rattling sound on the door tears us both from our reliving our highlights of the week.

“Room service?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I climb out of bed.

Her eyes follow me, lingering over my dick as I pull my boxers on.

“Maybe,” she finally says, thinking.

I shrug and walk to the door. I never order room service unless I plan on eating the food off her body. In fact, I haven’t done a nice thing for her all week unless you count giving her too many orgasms. The only reason I’m even opening the door to her suite for her is to keep her in the bed, naked, as long as I can.

I open the door, expecting breakfast and instead find Bayron.

I frown and stand firmly in the doorway. I would slam the door in his face without saying a word, but I’m guessing he’s here to tell Skye when people will arrive to pack her things and about her leaving instructions. I only allow him a moment to tell me that’s what he’s here for because ensuring that other people are taking care of her packing means I get more time with her today.

“I need to speak with Miss Skye,” he says, ignoring me.

I fold my arms across my chest, standing more firmly in the doorway. “You can tell me, and I’ll make sure she gets the message.”

He shakes his head like he expected me to say that and it’s ridiculous. “Fine. Tell Miss Skye I have a message from Gabe. I’ll be waiting here for her to tell me what she wants me to do about it.”

I roll my eyes as I slam the door in his face and walk back to Skye. I don’t know who Gabe is, but whoever he is, I’m sure that she won’t give a fuck what he has to say, not when she has me to keep her fully occupied the rest of the day. Gabe can wait until tonight when she’s back in the real world.

“Was that Bayron?” Skye asks, amused. She knows how I feel about Bayron.

“Yes,” I say, falling back onto the bed next to her. I was going to wait to fuck her until I came up with some crazy way to fuck her. While parasailing or something, but my dick needs her pussy now. I don’t even feel like tying her up or spanking her. I just need a good, fast, hard fuck.

I grab her and pull her on top of my body until she is straddling me, my dick growing hard underneath her pussy that will quickly drench me as her hips thrust over me. I grab her hair that is tangled from sleep and pull her face to mine so that I can kiss her luscious lips. She easily gives in, always prepared for sex because she wants it as badly as I do.

She moans into my lips as I push my tongue hard into her mouth, dancing with her tongue as I press our bodies tighter together. I watch her eyes roll back in her head as my cock pushes against her tight cunt.

“What do you want, baby?” I ask. I never ask what she wants. There’s no need. I know. Her body gives me more than enough clues of what she wants.

“I want—”

Rattling on the door stops Skye in her tracks as she looks at me again, amused at what Bayron could have possibly said to me that would make me come back and fuck her to distract her and me.

“What did Bayron want?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Nothing. Here’s your last chance to get anything you want from me. You want it slow and easy. You want to take control. You want to tie me up. I’ll do anything you want. A one-time chance. What do you want?”

Her grin widens as she leans down and kisses me hard and firm on the lips but doesn’t push her tongue into my mouth like I want her to.

“You’re being bad, trying to distract me, because you don’t want me to do whatever nonsense Bayron wants me to do, but if I miss my flight because of you, you’re going to be in big trouble, mister. So, tell me what Bayron wanted, and then you can get back to fucking me however you want.”

I glare at her, trying to convince her with my eyes that she doesn’t want to know what Bayron said, but it only makes her more adorable. She won’t give in to my glares or charm.

I sigh. “Something about you having a phone call from someone. It was nothing. He said he’d wait out in the hallway for a few minutes until you decided what you wanted to do about it. I wouldn’t worry about it. You’re going to be home in twelve hours, and you can call them back then.”

She nods and leans down, her lips hovering over mine to kiss me again when she stops.

“Who?” she asks suddenly.

I shrug. “Gabe.”

“Oh,” she says, her body freezing as her eyes grow wide.

I raise an eyebrow at her reaction, but I don’t ask the obvious question. Who is Gabe? I want to know. Is he her brother? Father? Child? Her dog? Best friend? Or Lover?

I’d be fine with most of those answers. I don’t care if she has a kid. But I don’t want to know about a current or ex-lover. She’s still mine for the next eight hours until she has to leave for the airport.

She rolls off me and onto her back before she bounces off the edge of the bed and begins putting her clothes back on.

“What are you doing?”

She ignores me and continues to put clothes on.

I jump out of the bed, still only wearing my boxers and now a hard-on that won’t go away anytime soon.

“Skye?” I ask, standing in front of her, not letting her go talk to Bayron until she talks to me first.

She shakes her head, snapping out of whatever spell she has been under the last few seconds that made her forget that I was even here.

“Sorry. I should go speak to Bayron. Just give me five minutes, and then we can get back to what we do best,” she says, smiling. She quickly kisses me on the lips and then slips under my arm and out to the door.

I don’t know what just happened, but I don’t have a good feeling about it. She smiled at me, but it wasn’t genuine. She kissed me, but she kissed me like she was kissing a brother. With nothing behind it.

I consider chasing after her and dragging her back inside to demand she tell me what the hell is going on, but I don’t. That’s not what we are. We are fuck buddies. I don’t get to ask about her life, and she doesn’t get to ask about my life.

I consider jacking off while I wait. It will give me something to keep me distracted, but I’d rather jack off in her. So, I wait. I walk to the kitchenette and pull out leftovers from our meal last night. I start eating them to stop my mind from thinking too hard. I quickly eat the fried chicken, annoyed that she isn’t back. I start pacing, walking all the way to the front door to try to listen to her conversation with Bayron before I walk back to the bedroom. Whatever she is talking to Bayron about, she isn’t angry or upset or frustrated. She seems calm, happy even. That only makes my own frustration grow.

Finally, the door swings open, and a bouncing Skye walks back into the bedroom, but her grin quickly disappears the second she sees me frowning at her.

“Did your conversation go well?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, swallowing hard.

“And?” I ask, waiting for her to elaborate.

She bites her lip, and I know whatever it is, it’s very bad for me. She only ever bites her lip when she’s nervous or she wants to be fucked. And, right now, I think it’s a little of both.

“I have to leave…now.”

My mouth drops open at that. Of all the things I imagined her saying when she returned, that wasn’t one of them.

“Why?”

“Does it matter?”

I narrow my eyes, walking toward her. “Yes, it fucking matters when it takes away time I was supposed to have with you.”

Her eyes look away from me, toward her closet full of clothes that I’m sure she’s thinking about needing to get packed.

I grab her chin and turn her face to mine so that I can see her. “Why. Are. You. Leaving?”

“I’m sorry,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me as she pulls herself out of my grasp. She walks to the closet and pulls out a suitcase. She opens it, laying it on the bed before she returns to the closet and begins pulling out heaps of clothes and then placing them into the suitcase.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing.” She continues to throw clothes into the suitcase, not even bothering to fold them.

I move in front of the suitcase as she holds another large pile of clothes in her hands.

“Stop.”

“I have to pack,” she says, trying to move around me to put the clothes into the suitcase.

I block her. “Stop. The staff can pack for you. You need to talk to me.”

She shakes her head. “There is nothing to say.”

I frown. This is not how we are going to end. She doesn’t get to stop this by just ignoring me and then leaving. That’s not how our story ends. Our story ends with great sex and with a twinkle at the thought that, someday, we could run into each other and have great sex again. But that we didn’t let our personal lives affect us. That we meant something to each other because what we had was perfect and untouched by the real world.

I pick her up and carry her to the other side of the bed that isn’t currently holding a suitcase. I throw her down and pin her to the bed with my body as I lean down and kiss her.

She doesn’t kiss me back. She doesn’t fight me off either. She does nothing. It’s like she isn’t even really here. She just stares off into space.

I search her eyes for some clue as to what is going on. I find nothing.

“Who is Gabe?” I ask because I’m desperate. And, even if Gabe is a boyfriend, I need to hear it. I need to know that he is the reason she’s rushing home. I need to be angry with someone and not direct it all at her. I don’t want to hate her. I need to know why she is thinking about another man instead of me.

She swallows, and finally, I see a little of the fire in her eyes that I’m used to seeing.

“A man who needs me.”

I smirk and rub my dick against her thigh. “Right now, no man can need you more than I do.”

I expect a smile. A laugh, even. I get neither, just a sad woman with sad eyes.

“If he makes you this sad, why go back to him?”

She swallows. “Because, despite what you know about me, I’m not this person. I don’t fuck random men. I don’t push people away and forget all of my troubles. That’s not who I am. I care deeply about everyone around me. I take care of them even if they don’t deserve it. I take care of them even if it hurts me.”

I hate him. Whatever he’s done to her to make her like this makes me want to hunt him down to the ends of the earth. I want to make him pay for hurting her. I want her to stop feeling like she has to take care of him.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, her voice soft from beneath me.

“I can’t.”

She shakes her head. “We don’t do this. We don’t share personal things with each other. We don’t have feelings for each other. We have sex. And it was great while it lasted. You were the distraction I desperately needed this week. You let me be selfish. You let me forget. But, now, our time is up. It’s time to return to the real world where we face real problems.”

“I need one more fuck.”

She closes her eyes rather than looking at me. “We don’t get to fuck anymore.”

I kiss her again, desperate to get the one more time that we are both owed. She still won’t kiss me back. She’s already closing herself off to me, and she hasn’t even left yet.

“Kiss me, Skye. Let me fuck you. Let me make you forget. One more time.”

“No,” she says as her eyes open, and she gently pushes me off her body. She swings her legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up. “I need to leave in ten minutes for the airport.”

She starts walking to the door, and I follow her. She opens it, standing behind the door, and I know what she is going to ask me to do.

“Good-bye, Brody.”

She doesn’t kiss me or hug me. She barely even looks at me. I don’t have a chance right now to change her mind. I’m not asking for forever, just one more time. But, apparently, that isn’t going to happen. We are done.

I pull on some clothes and step out of her suite like she wants because, short of actually kidnapping her or tying her up for real, I don’t have any choices left. I hear the door shut behind me, and I feel a stabbing in my body that I wasn’t expecting whenever we said good-bye. But maybe it is because this isn’t how we were supposed to say good-bye.

I turn and see Bayron standing in the hallway, looking at me with sadness in his eyes as well. I can’t stand any more gloom today. And I definitely can’t deal with him lecturing me right now about how I broke Skye’s heart. If her heart is broken, she did it to herself.

“Would you pass a message along to Skye?” I ask Bayron.

He smiles tightly. “Yes.”