Chapter One Hundred and twenty five

"Why are you looking so sexy right now?" I heard him say from the door of the closet.

I was wrapped up in a towel searching for one of his shirts that looked like gowns on me to put on for the night.

"Am I?" I asked coyly.

"Yes." I heard a husky whisper from behind me, feeling the warmth radiating from him. It had me flushed.

"So sexy I want rip that towel off and do bad things to you." He dropped a soft kiss on my shoulder blade.

"So what's stopping you?" I turned to him and reached for his face to place a kiss on his lips.

"You're not ready. Besides that, we have a trip early tomorrow morning." He was declining but still held on to me as we kissed slowly.

*Mature content ahead!*

A sinister idea crept its way into my mind and I smiled into our lip lock.

I dipped my hand into his joggers and rubbed over his cock.

He paused and drew back to stare at me in apparent surprise.

"Ariana, what are you doing?"

I ignored his question and bewildered stare and dug deeper into pants to bring it out of his briefs. I stroked it lightly and it answered, standing erect. I bit my lower lip, at the pool of arousal that flooded between my thighs. It filled my hands with its large size.

Looking straight into his eyes, I pulled his pants down and continued stroking. He shut his eyes in pleasure, holding on to the marble island as I continued stroking his hard on. The novelty of this was thrilling and egged me on to give him the orgasm he needed.

He was panting heavily now and roughly kissed my lips while my hand kept up the good work for a while until he groaned, finally at his climax. He jerked a few times, splattering his seed on my exposed thigh.

"Fuck babe," he sighed out, shutting his eyes tightly.

"That was so hot." He kissed me again.

"You're saying I did good?" I innocently asked as he pulled away.

"You've never done this before?" He looked genuinely surprised.

I shook my head in the negative.

"You did great. I loved it and," his hand trailed over my thigh and slowly made its way to my vagina and slowly rubbed.

"Mhnm." I moaned out grasping his shoulders for balance.

"I would love for this to continue but we have a flight to catch early tomorrow morning."

I whined in protest as his finger twirled on my clit and abruptly left it.

"We need to clean up." He said, dismissing my needy plea.

I followed him into the bathroom and wiped off the cum on my thigh while he decided it was best for him to take a cold shower. I picked up one of his shirts and slid it on and stayed in bed waiting for him to hold me till I slept off and surely he did not disappoint.

****

"Hey guys!"

I looked forward and saw the strawberry blonde waving at us with an elated grin as soon as we arrived at the hangar.

"Hey Cheryl." Damien said, giving her a side hug.

"Hi." I waved slightly with a bland tone.

Much to my astonishment, she hugged me.

"Ariana you look so beautiful." She gushed.

"Uhm thanks. You're er, really beautiful too." I said wondering why she sounded so excited.

"I'll just go and check on some stuff before boarding the jet." Damien said leaving us alone before I could protest.

My eyes followed his broad back as he swayed with a swagger in his bold long strides.

"So," Cheryl piped up, making me turn back to her.

"We didn't get to talk over dinner the other night so I'm hoping we could well acquaint each other during the trip." She said and I forced a smile.

"I know it must feel awkward being in the same space as your husband's ex but believe me, I'm happy Damien has moved on and is happily married. You two are so cute together." She said, not ceasing to surprise me.

"And here I thought I was dealing with a vindictive ex just like in the movies." I facepalmed at my silliness.

"What? No not at all. That ship sailed long ago." She flayed her hands all over, gesturing the end of their journey.

"Maybe if he wasn't married we could have rekindled that flame but I see the way he looks at you, he's thoroughly smitten." She mused and I couldn't help but smile.

"I hope you guys continue loving each other the way you do now."

"I hope so too." I thoughtfully said giving her an appreciate nod. She returned it.

With all that awkward air put aside, I was able to freely speak to her about random stuff while we awaited Damien's return.

"Ladies," he walked towards us in quick strides.

"It's time." He announced and held on to my waist.

We boarded and strapped up our seatbelts.

"Twelve hours to go." Cheryl sighed out heavily.

"You ready to see Berlin baby?" Damien asked me, lightly brushing my hair tips with his fingers.

"Mhm hmm." I hummed, bobbing my head up and down like an eager kid.

I shut my eyes as the aircraft accelerated on the tarmac and took off into the sky.

Berlin here we come.

***

After twelve long hours on board the jet with lots of eating, napping and lots of laughter, we landed in the famous state capital of Germany.

"Welcome to my town Mr and Mrs Kingston." Cheryl said as we stepped out of the jet.

"Why thank you Miss Schneider." Damien's head cocked in a mock bow.

A tired chuckle was the only thing that could escape my throat, I was jetlagged but these two seemed to be well intact. I guessed they were used to traveling all the time and I wasn't.

"I'll have a driver take you two to the hotel and I'll see you guys in the morning." Cheryl waved us goodbye as her guards pulled open the car door and she got in.

Damien and I got into the vehicle and I scooted over to have him hold me.

"Jetlagged?"

"Very." I groaned out, shutting my eyes in hopes of getting a relief from the disruption of my circadian rhythms by the change in time zones.

He rubbed on the back of my head and placed a comforting kiss on my forehead.

"You'll get used to traveling a lot soon, I'm sure." He asserted, placing his jacket over me.

"I hope so.'' I gently said.

***

I spun around for him to see me properly in my two piece backless long sleeved, knee length skirt with a thigh high slit by the side. I had black strapped heels on to match with the royal blue outfit.

"What do you think?"

He tied his shoe laces and stood up to give me a proper glance.

"I uh," he rocked on his heels and dug fingers into his pant pockets. A pose that indicated a form of nervousness.

"Well?"

"It's a bit too exposing." He said slowly.

"Oh." That was unexpected.

"What about the black blazer? It'll look much better with this skirt." He suggested.

"You saw when I was packing, why didn't you tell me this wouldn't be appropriate?" My eyelids drooped slightly in disappointment over his reaction.

"Sorry babe but we're meeting with Cheryl's father, and, if there's something I'm sure of, it's that he has a sharp tongue. You aren't used to stuff like this so I want to avoid any drama as much as I possibly can."

He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked straight into my eyes as he explained his point leaving me astounded and pondering what exactly he meant.

He pushed my hair aside and unbuttoned my shirt. I reluctantly took it off, exposing my bra clad upper body to his lustful gaze.

"I can't wait for us to go back to LA so I can do all the dirty things I have in mind to you." He huskily whispered and bit slightly on my earlobe.

I shoved him slightly, fighting back the hotness on my cheeks much to his amusement.

I turned around to go pick up another pair of clothes to wear for the meeting. He spanked my ass lightly as I walked away. I gasped.

"Damien!" I exclaimed.

He seemed to be enjoying my embarrassment cause he bit a side of his lower lip and winked before giving me one of his sinisterly gorgeous smirks.

Dios! This man would be the death of me.