Chapter 16

Brayden

Cleaning up took all day, and I was as tired as if I’d done the physical work myself. At least things were back to normal and Meghan and Mrs. Sims could return whenever they were ready.

I looked around for Harper, but couldn’t spot her. I was filthy and sweaty, so I headed off to my room to shower. I knew Harper hadn’t gotten much sleep either and figured she’d gone to take a nap at the cottage. I felt the urge to follow her there, but resisted. I stunk like a skunk, and I imagined she wouldn’t be terribly happy with being disturbed regardless.

My bedroom, just like all my resort rooms, had been restored to perfection. The bed was crisply made, its white sheets tucked and folded back exactly the way I liked them. I looked forward to having a short nap myself and dropped my clothes where I was standing before turning on the shower. The water felt great and I turned the temp up hot and let it pelt down on my shoulders. After the shower, I filled the whirlpool tub and let the jets massage my back and upper arms. I wanted to be really relaxed for my evening with Harper.

I toweled dry and walked naked into the bedroom. I stopped short. Evidently one of the crews had left a worker behind because she was dusting my furniture. Her back was to me so I had a chance to back up quickly into the bathroom and grab a towel to put around my waist. I re-entered the bedroom and she was still there, bent low and wiping the top of the cold air returns. She was wearing the blue outfit that identified the crew, including the cap that protected her hair. She turned slightly and I could see she was wearing earbuds, which I assumed were connected to a phone or other music player in her pocket.

“Hello?” I tried to get her attention. I didn’t want to touch her first because I knew it would startle her and make her jump. “Hello,” I tried again, but she was swinging her hips to the music and apparently didn’t hear me. I stood there, assuming she would eventually turn and see me. Instead, she went into dance moves with her hips thrust backward toward me. Her ass was wonderful. It filled out the uniform and left little to the imagination. I wondered, with some guilt, how long Harper would be asleep. I wasn’t the least bit interested in the woman, but any man who doesn’t respond to swinging hips has something out of whack.

I leaned against the bathroom doorway and watched her dance; a mesmerizing combination of swaying hips and ballerina gestures with her long arms. They arched gracefully over her cap, the fingers beckoning to either side. Slowly, her shoulders rotated with her arms. They sped up and shook in an alluring way and then she dipped low from side to side, her long arms swinging even more widely. To my surprise, as one shoulder dipped, her uniform slid off her shoulder and I realized she had unbuttoned the entire front of it – as if she intended to step out of it. The other shoulder dipped and that part of the uniform slid, too. I was desperate to get her attention now as this had clearly gotten out of hand. I had no interest and I wasn’t even sure if she knew I was watching. If Harper caught me, everything I’d worked for to be with her would be lost.

The woman in the uniform was increasing her tempo and each dip caused the uniform to drop lower until she was literally standing naked before me, her legs spread wide as she touched each foot in turn. Now her hands went low, between her crotch, and her fingers beckoned to me from between.

“Hey, now, miss! You there!” I was desperate to get her attention and now I was fairly sure she knew what she was doing. She had obviously planned to put me in a compromising situation with Harper and then would blackmail me. There were probably cameras on me that very minute.

Suddenly, the woman stepped free from the uniform, pulled off her cap and spun about to face me. As the long ash-blonde ringlets cascaded over her shoulders, I almost collapsed with relief. It was Harper.

She pulled the earbuds from the music player that hung about her neck, and I heard the strains of Bolero fill the room. She didn’t crack a smile, but danced toward me, running her hands down her thighs and then up over her full breasts, cupping them with her hands to offer them to me.

I wasted no time but sprang forward and picked her up, laying her on the bed and spreading those beautiful legs. The magnetic music provided an accompaniment to the lashing I gave her with my tongue. Harper’s hips fought my pursuit, as hard as she tried to continue the sinuous movement the music inspired.

I was ready to explode again but this time it would not be wasted. I positioned myself so that she saw me coming into her at eye level. They grew wide as she must have suddenly realized she had taken on more than she’d anticipated. In time to the music, I penetrated her only an inch and then pulled back. I bent and kiss the sweet flesh on either side of her clit and then entered her again, but incrementally further. I hoped I could hold up to this pace without losing it; her moist warmth and vaginal muscles were gripping me tightly.

Over and over, I penetrated her until finally I was completely inside her. I grasped her ankles and rose from my knees to a full standing position, my feet widely planted. She was so petite, she weighed practically nothing and I pulled her upward until she was practically on her head and I was drilling her from above. She gasped with the sensation and I wondered briefly what it must feel like for her. I slowed and she shook her head, her wild curls plastered against her damp face as she begged me not to stop.

The end of the song was near and I dropped again to my knees and pulled her toward me so that she straddled me. I pushed, deep, and leaned forward to suck her nipples. She cried out in passion and began bucking against me. I knew I’d driven her to that peak every woman craves. I allowed myself to explode within her and as the final strains of the music ended, we fell side by side to the mattress, exhausted.

As the thick serum of passion drained away, Harper rolled toward me. “You…” she cautioned me.

“I knew it was you from the first,” I lied and prayed that she’d never find out otherwise. She seemed satisfied, and I knew that I would have never engaged if it had been another woman. That told me one thing, clearly. I would never want any woman other than the one I held in my arms.

Never again.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered.