Romance: One Perfect Holiday (3 page)

Zoe and Rachael are sitting on the balcony eating breakfast when I walk back into the resort apartment.

“Good morning!” Zoe sings out. “Where have you been?”

“On the beach,” I reply, grinning from ear to ear.

“The beach has made you smile like that?” Rachael quizzes.

“Maybe not the beach…”

“Don’t tell me you met a guy already?!” Zoe exclaims.

Am I that obvious?

“Tell us all about it,” Racheal states with authority, pulling out a chair for me.

“I haven’t said there was a man yet,” I reply, sitting down.

“There’s no doubt about it, Claire,” Rachael scowls. “I haven’t seen a smile like that on your face since you first met… well, you know who.”

I nod in agreement.

It’s true.

I feel amazing and special.

And how a woman should feel when she meets a knockout guy.

“Well,” I begin. “I was watching the sunrise, and then screamed out to it and-”

“Wait, you screamed out to the sunrise?” Zoe giggles. “What did you say?”

“Something like, ‘I love you, world!’ The beach was so incredible that it just sort of came out.”

“Okay, so there was a man there?”

“Yep. Standing right behind me as I said it. I thought I was alone on the beach. He said something like, ‘The world loves you back,’ and I turned around in shock.”

“And…”

“And he was gorgeous! Like a male model…” I become lost in thought as I think about him again.

“Earth to Claire? Hello?” Rachael says, waving me back from my daydream.

“Right. Sorry. So, we talked for a bit and then we watched the sunrise together… holding hands.”

“Holding hands!” the girls burst out together.

“That’s so random yet so romantic!”

“I know,” I say. “It was one of the most romantic situations I’ve ever experienced. A perfect man, a perfect sunrise… hmm, it was just… amazing.”

“Wow. So where is he staying?”

“He works here at the resort.”

“Ohhh, a perfect holiday fling!” Racheal grins.

“A holiday fling?” I ask.

“Of course! You just have to find him again so he can take you back to his ‘quarters’ and have his way with you.”

“Ah…” I reply. “I really haven’t thought that far ahead.”

“Are you serious?” Zoe almost jumps out of her seat. “I would love to have a holiday fling! I can’t now – I would never cheat on my family – but you… you have to do it, Claire.”

“I don’t know…”

I’ve never been the one-night-stand type.

Both Zoe and Rachael had wild teenage years, but I preferred to go home to a good book, opposed to a good roll in the hay.

The girls have never quite understood that.

“Let go of the city already,” Racheal states, baring her teeth at me.

“I have. I’m relaxing,” I tell her, widening my eyes for effect.

Racheal stares at me. “And how many emails have you responded to so far?”

“Um…”

Rachael’s stare is all-knowing.

“Not that many…”

“Come on, Claire. Forget about work. Live in the moment, if only just for this week. Enjoy your moment with… did he tell you his name?”

“Grayson.”

“Cute. Well, enjoy this holiday and moment with Grayson.”

“Claire,” Zoe’s voice echoes Rachael’s firmness. “Do it.”

Turning away from the girls, I wonder if maybe they’re right.

I do need to forget about work.

And Nick. 

But I’m not sure of I’m attractive enough for an Adonis-like Grayson.

“A holiday fling,” I say out loud. “Well, you know what ‘they say’. When in Rome…”

Chapter Seven

I spend most of the day fantasizing about Grayson while my Kindle’s propped up on my lap. 

Oh, what a body.

Oh, what a smile.

The ultimate charmer.

“You’re not reading,” Racheal smiles while sipping on a cocktail by the resort’s pool. “You’re thinking about him.”

“Am I really that see-through?”

“Absolutely,” she laughs. “But if he’s as amazing as you say he is, I can understand why.”

“What are you reading anyway?” I ask, deliberately changing the conversation and turning my eyes to the paperback in her hand.

“A book about a woman running out of time on her baby clock.”

“Baby clock?” Zoe asks.

“The biological clock,” Rachael and I reply together.

“Oh. I’ve never heard it called that before.”

Once I reached my late twenties, I started to feel an urge to have children. 

I never really wanted children with Nick, but I felt like it was the next step in our relationship and my life.  I knew that I wanted to start a family at some point, but it didn’t feel right with Nick. I’m so glad I didn’t now.

“I hear it loud and clear,” Rachael laughs. “I look at men now and think about how good they would be as fathers, rather than thinking about how solid their abs are! Like that guy over there.”

Rachael points to a sexy, young man climbing out of the pool. 

Yum.

He could have any girl he wanted with that toned, tanned and gorgeous ripped chest.

“Once upon a time, I would have thought that he was the perfect man. But not anymore. He looks like he’d be a bad father – too self-centered – and there’s no way I’d go on a date with him. A holiday fling on the other hand…”

Both girls stare at me, clearly hinting back to our conversation about Grayson.

“Alright, I get it,” I laugh and try to hide behind my Kindle.

“What would you give him out of ten?” Zoe asks Rachael and me.

“A nine,” Racheal smiles.

“An Eight,” I reply.

“Only an eight? Why’s that?”

“It’s like Rachael said: he seems a bit too self-focused. Look at him right now.”

The three of us giggle as the young man dries himself off in a reflective window of the resort checking himself out.

“Oh wow, he can’t take his eyes off himself,” Rachael chuckles with a shake of her head.

“What about your beach man this morning, Claire? What rating does he get?” Zoe adds.

I don’t hesitate with my answer; it’s a no brainer.

“He’s a perfect ten…”

Chapter Seven

Our day soon drifts away as we lounge by the pool and sip on cocktails - laughing, giggling and reminiscing about our past.

As we climb off the lounge chairs, warmed by our day in the sun, we start to walk back to the apartment.

Then I stop.

Oh.

Wow.

It’s
him
.

And he looks as good as he did this morning, if not better.

“Is that
him
?” Rachael whispers over my shoulder.

“Uh-huh,” I squeak out.

Grayson sits on a stool at the tropical bar with an umbrella drink in his hands. The bar is a tropical hut with no walls and a straw-thatched roof. He’s laughing heartily with the bartender.

“Go and say hello,” Zoe says, giving me a gentle shove in the back. “Remember he’s just a holiday fling, not your future husband.”

I let out a quiet yelp after the push, and it catches Grayson’s attention. He turns his head to look straight at me, not around me or through me, but straight at me.

He smiles that beautiful smile again.

Damn, it makes me melt.

Rachael turns around and murmurs, “Oh my gosh, if you don’t go – I’ll go over there myself.”

“Jeez, cool it,” I mumble under my breath. “I’m going.”

Slowly, and very self-consciously, I walk up to the bar.

Grayson’s eyes are locked on mine the whole way.

Oh wow, this guy is special.

“Hi,” I smile when I get closer.

“Hello, Claire,” he grins.

Well, that’s a bonus. He remembers my name. He gets points for that.

I turn back around to the girls, but they have already walked on. I’m not all alone with this hunk.

“Not working today?” I ask him.

“I’m always working Claire… but today I had some free time to go surfing and snorkeling.”

“And now some free time at the bar?”

“Absolutely. This is one of my favorite spots at the resort. You get great service and have a fantastic view. I’ll take a guess that you spent today by the pool?”

“How can you tell?”

“It’s what most women do here at the resort. They sunbath on the armchairs, read books and stare at the young, fit men,” he laughs.

“Oh, right…”

“You look great by the way,” he adds. “You seem very relaxed.”

“I can assure you that I’m not usually. This is just ‘holiday Claire’. Usually, I’m frantic, stressed and living a very fast-paced life. My world is very different to what yours is.”

“You don’t think my life is fast-paced?” he grins cheekily.

“Well, you’re sitting at a bar, sipping a tropical drink and looking out to the most perfect beach I have ever seen… so…yep, I’m going to say your life isn’t that fast-paced.”

“I see your point, but there’s nothing like slowing down.”

His eyes stare deep into mine, making me want to crumble. He has such vivid blue eyes, such a deep soul, and I can tell he has a heart of gold.

There is something more to this man than just his looks.

I feel like there’s a connection.

A real one.

And that scares the hell out of me.

But I’m not here for that. I’m here for an intense holiday fling.

That’s it. Nothing more.

“Do you have an apartment here?” I ask.

“I do,” he replies. “But I know somewhere even better than my apartment.”

“Is it private?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then we better go there,” I state firmly, swallowing a lump in my throat.

He puts down his drink and stands. “Yes, we should.”

Oh yes indeed…

Chapter Eight

“Where are we going?” I ask as we leave the bar.

“I have a place to show you. It’s almost as beautiful as you are.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I’m led away by this muscular, strong man.

We walk past the staff quarters and to the very edge of the resort. Soon a small path through some bushes appears and we continue along it until we come to an unlocked gate next to a large compound fence. Beyond that is perhaps the most enormous house I’ve ever seen.

Clearly, whoever lives in it is rich. It’s practically a mansion on the cliff’s edge.

Grayson walks up to the front gate and puts in a code before it opens and he walks towards the mansion.

I’m so excited that I’m almost breathless.

“Wait,” I say, hesitating. “Are we allowed in here?”

The law-abiding citizen in me questions whether trespassing is the right action to take.

“Don’t worry,” Grayson states with indifference. “I know the owner and he won’t mind. He’s not around much. And there’s nobody here today.”

Cautiously, I follow Grayson through the gate and onto an immaculate, lush green lawn.

After we make our way around the side of the mansion, we come to a small private tiki hut with a view looking out to the ocean.

“Wow…” My mouth drops open. “This is astonishing.”

The day is fading into night with the first beams of moonlight glistening on the calm ocean.

“I often come here to calm my thoughts,” Grayson says, looking out into the distance.

“And you’re sure the owner doesn’t mind?”

“Trust me, he doesn’t care one bit.”

Inside the hut are a day bed and two lounge chairs for relaxing and admiring the view.

“This is the ultimate island experience,” Grayson continues on. “When the weather is nice, this is the perfect place to spend the night.”

I don’t know whether it’s the handsome man, the spectacular view, or the fact that we have snuck onto someone else’s property, but I feel so… alive. 

Grayson wraps his strong arms around me and I quiver with desire.

Oh, this guy is smooth.

And I can tell that he wants me too as there’s a large, pointed bulge in his shorts.

It’s pressing into my back and feels hard.

Very hard.

I’m sure he can hear my pulse racing under my skin.

As his breath dances over my shoulder and along my neck, I feel breathless.

I turn to face him and then…

Oh…

His kiss is delicious.

Magical.

The world doesn’t matter anymore.

All that matters is this moment, right here, right now.

He kisses my neck again and I moan.

I want him.

I want all of him.

Now.

Pulling back from the kiss, I look into his eyes… I could stare at them all day long.

This holiday fling was a great idea.

Grayson’s hands run down my back and over the flesh of my butt, and I almost melt again under his smooth and tender touch.

He has me weak at the knees and my entire body is tingling with the intensity of the kiss.

Wow… finally, everything else is forgotten and only this moment is important.

Quickly, out passion intensifies and overtakes us.

Our hands run over each other’s bodies while clothes are ripped off and tossed to the side.

I need him.

I need all of him.

Now.

Oh…

His body is perfect. Tanned, muscular, and smooth.

My hands gently run over his chest, stunned by the beauty of it. Then my hands run down to his abs.

Yum. I could eat him up like a decadent dessert.

Once my hands have praised his abs, they move around the rest of his body and dance back up to his back.

I can’t resist him any longer.

I’m going to devour this handsome man if it’s the last thing I do. 

He kisses my neck again and presses his skin against mine.

The warmth of it is orgasmic.

I’m instantly wet by the way he’s tweaking my breasts so tenderly. 

When Grayson withdraws from our kiss and releases my breasts, he brushes his hard, erect cock against my entrance.

Looking down, my mouth drops open in surprise.

I have never seen a cock that thick.

He presses all of his body against me again and just the touch of it rushes over every inch of my skin.

We grip each other, naked with lust, as the craving for him overwhelms me. 

He gently guides me down onto the bed and hovers over my naked curves.

“Wait,” I say, stopping him from taking things any further.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with sensitivity.

“Can anyone see us out here?”

“Not a chance,” he grins.

I smile and let him know that I’m ready to carry on.

This is going to be one hell of a climax…

The tip of his cock pushes against my wet pussy, teasing me, and I instantly get wetter.

“Please,” I plead. “I want you.”

He carves what looks like a victory smile and…

My head throws back.

Oh…

Fuck…

He slides into me with ease.

Deep into me.

Oh, yes…

Fuck, this feels incredible.

Responding to the expression of rapture on my face, Grayson withdraws and enters me again.

Harder.

My hands wrap around the back of his neck and hold on tight.

My entire soul feels like it’s overflowing with passion, lust, and desire.

As he stays deep within me, he stares into my eyes.

Just the way he’s surveying them tells me that this is more than just sex.

This is more than just a primal fling.

There’s a genuine connection between us. Every fiber of my being is screaming it out.

“Faster,” I whisper to him, wanting him to have his way with me even more.

He grins.

“Please,” I beg. “Fuck me harder.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice…

Grayson begins to pump into me with rhythm and strength.

Fuck.

Me.

Wow.

He’s so strong.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he pounds harder. Faster. Deeper.

Oh, yes…

Yes…

“Fuck Yes!” I scream out. And I’ve never been one to scream out, but he has me feeling things I never even thought were possible.

I can’t control myself. 

My cheeks flush as my orgasm reaches its peak and I feel every bit of my skin shudder with ecstasy.

Another loud moan escapes my lips.

Even though I’ve cum already, Grayson seems determined to make me do so again and continues thrusting himself into me with a consistent pattern. 

Within seconds, every inch of my skin glows with heat again and I scream as the second feeling of complete bliss rips through me.

And I thought the first orgasm was out of this world…

Almost instantaneously, Grayson cums too, one final slam into my warm, wet pussy as the moon rises higher in the night sky.

After he blows, he collapses onto the bed beside me.

I snuggle up next to him and start to come down from the dizzying highs of my orgasms.

“You have the most vivid green eyes I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, looking down at my face while rubbing my arm. “Stay here at the resort with me.”

I don’t answer at first.

That was a lovely compliment about my eyes, but what’s the second part of that sentence all about?

Is he serious?

“Don’t go home. Stay here with me.”

When he says it again I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing.

I want to say yes, but I know I can’t.

Reality hits me.

“You can forget about the stresses of the city,” he continues on. “I can even get you a job here. Stay with me.”

Even though what he’s saying is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard, my head overrules the spare-of-the-moment passion in my heart.

No.

I can’t stay.

My life is in New York.

“Claire?”

“No, I can’t. I’m sorry,” I say, pulling out of the embrace.

In a frantic panic, I grab my clothes and quickly put them on, refusing to look Grayson in the eyes when he pleads with me to stop.

When I hear the bed sheets ruffle and his feet on the floor, I rush out of the hut.

“Goodbye, Grayson,” I murmur without even a second glance back.