Page 144 of The Business of Love Box Set 1: Books 1 - 4

KATIE

T he hotel was a Moroccan-inspired paradise nestled on the Californian coast. In my mind, it didn’t hold a candle to the El Cartana, but I was biased.

Regardless, it was a beautiful, sprawling property boasting impressive palm trees, white stucco architecture, and plenty of stained-glass-window features that painted rainbows on the walls and floors of the resort interiors.

In a word, it was magical. I understood perfectly why Rhys and Vanessa had chosen it as a wedding venue.

It was romantic, serene, and unique, and as Peter and I made our way down the wide, winding corridor toward our oceanfront room, I admired the art on the walls and the expensive Turkish carpets underfoot that lined the wider passages with staircases and elevators.

Peter shouldered our bags as we hooked a corner. “I can only imagine how much it would cost to have a wedding in a place like this.”

“More than my salary plus a hundred grand, I’m sure.”

“Damn,” Peter breathed.

I was glad I invited him along. At first, I’d been a little nervous to ask him and was afraid I’d scare him off. Luckily, Roman and Ginny had talked me into it. I’d have to thank them later.

That was something to look forward to.

Not.

Neither Roman nor Ginny were humble people. They’d be squealing “I told you so” in a matter of seconds.

That doesn’t matter. The point is you’re here with Peter. And that’s what you want.

I hid my smile from him as I fished our room key out of the holder we’d been given down in the lobby when we checked in.

Inside the folder, they’d tucked the wedding itinerary with a schedule of events.

Tonight at eight o’clock, there was a meet and mingle down at the pool bar which had been booked exclusively for wedding guests.

My brother would be there among all our other mutual friends and I was eager to see them all and introduce them to Peter.

But first I wanted to check out our digs for the weekend.

I shouldered the door open. Peter came in behind me with our bags, and we stopped in the entranceway to soak in the sight of the bright, airy, beachy room.

Sheer white curtains let the sunlight stream in.

I could see the sun reflecting off the ocean through the light material.

The floors were a cool gray stone and the furniture was minimal, a king-sized bed all in white sheets and pillows, a white sofa with a gold-trimmed glass coffee table, a coffee and wine bar, a dresser, and a sleek TV at the end of the bed.

Peter let the bags fall from his shoulder and whistled. “Damn, this is nice.”

The windowsills and frames were done in matte black paint which lent the room a modern feel.

The contrast was elegant and sophisticated and I pushed through the curtains to open the patio doors and step outside onto our private balcony.

We had our own small plunge pool and a great view of the ocean and beach.

To the right was the rest of the resort.

We could see the main pool from our balcony and I spotted the bar where we would be meeting up with everyone in a few hours.

Peter came and joined me outside. He stopped behind me and put a hand on either side of me, bracing himself against the railing and caging me in. “I’ve never stayed somewhere this nice.”

I craned my neck to look back at him. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?”

My initial impression that it couldn’t compete with the El Cartana might have been incorrect. Now that I could see the view and I’d seen the rooms and the décor, I felt they were equal rivals with their own unique flair.

“Are you hungry?” I asked as I leaned forward to rest my elbows on the railing. “We probably have time to hit a restaurant before we make our way down to the bar to meet the others. What did the lady in the lobby say when we checked in? They have a steakhouse and Italian pasta a la carte.”

Peter gripped my hips and pulled my ass against him. “I’ve been thinking about eating all damn day, but I didn’t have my heart set on Italian or steak.”

“You love steak,” I said, rolling my hips a little bit for him.

He chuckled deep in his chest. “I do, but I’m craving something else.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Something like what?”

Peter ran his hand up the back of my thigh, squeezed my ass, and slid his hand up under the skirt of my dress. I giggled and tried to get away from him, but he held fast and kept me pinned between him and the railing.

“Where are you trying to go?” he breathed against my ear.

His voice and the heat of his breath made my knees weak. “Nowhere.”

He kissed my cheek and my neck until he reached my shoulder. He nudged the strap of my dress down while his hand under my skirt pulled my panties to the side. “That’s the right answer. Spread your legs.”

I spread my legs.

Peter ran his fingers over my pussy. I’d been wet the second I felt the heat of his body against mine. All thoughts of the wedding and introducing him to my friends melted away as I stared out at the sun, which was beginning to dip low on the horizon and paint the sky pink and purple.

“People might be able to see us,” I whispered.

“Nonsense. Our balcony is private.” He slipped a finger inside me.

I gripped the railing. “No balcony is that private.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

He pressed another finger inside me. I closed my eyes and leaned forward.

He lifted one hand from the railing and put it on my shoulder, then slid his hand up my neck and under my chin.

He forced me to look up at him as he fucked me deep and slow with his fingers.

He pressed kisses to my forehead, cheeks, and eyelids.

I melted in his hands and struggled to stay balanced on the tips of my toes.

The pleasure built and built until it felt like I was holding a wave at bay.

“Peter,” I whispered as the sun beat down on my face and my chest.

He ran his thumb along my lower lip. “Yes, baby?”

“It feels so good.”

Peter fucked me harder and paused to tease my clit. I whimpered and trembled, and when he gave me his fingers again, I felt like I might explode.

“I’m gonna come,” I moaned.

Peter clamped a hand over my mouth. “Then come, baby.”

He fucked me hard. I trembled in his arms and cried out against his palm as I came. The cry was muffled and I doubted anybody would have been able to hear me. When he pulled his hand away, it was all I could do to suck in ragged breaths of air.

He spun me around to face him but didn’t back up.

I frantically pulled his shirt free from his pants.

He caught my wrist, threw my arm to the side, and undid his fly.

I watched, transfixed by the way the tendons in his wrists and hands flexed as he pulled himself free.

Immediately, I wanted to drop to my knees for him, but he told me to stay where I was, and I obeyed.

He lifted my right leg and draped my knee over his arm as he planted his hand back on the railing. I kept my balance by clinging to him and he stepped in close. His cock grazed my panties and he pulled them aside with a frustrated growl.

Then he pushed himself inside me.

I gasped and watched him slide in my pussy up to the hilt.

Then I glanced up at him and found him watching me.

I wrapped an arm behind his neck and pulled myself in close for kisses as he thrust his hips and fucked me deep and slow.

His cock felt so good inside me. I never wanted us to break apart.

I wanted to stay like this, fucking forever, until there was no more breath left in our lungs and our skin was covered in salty ocean spray and the only thing we knew how to do was climax.

I tightened my grip on the back of his neck. “Harder.”

Peter gave me what I wanted. He fucked me so hard that I saw stars. I cried out and Peter gritted his teeth as I came on his dick.

Next thing I knew, he was spinning me around and scooping me up in his arms. He carried me inside and threw me down on the bed. I scrambled to my knees but he grabbed my ankle and dragged me back to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” he grated.

I giggled breathlessly as he climbed on top of me and pinned me down with my wrists above my head.

“Fuck it,” he said.

I looked down. His cock was swollen and hungry looking between my thighs.

I lifted my ass off the bed until I felt him pressing against me.

Then I worked him inside me and rolled my hips until I took all of him.

I moaned and so did he, and I wasted little time working him over.

I bounced my ass and fucked his cock while he pinned me down.

The pressure on my wrists was painful but in the most delicious way.

I pulled against his strength and was turned on by how powerful he was.

When he released my wrists, he went to his knees, grabbed my hips, and held me off the bed as he bucked wildly inside me.

I reached up over my head to cling to the sheets as my back arched and the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt broke over me.

I screamed his name and lost control. Everything went fuzzy and blurry and my cry hitched in my throat.

Peter pressed the heel of his hand down on my clit and I forgot my own name—I forgot who I was and where I was and what I was.

Peter dropped me back down on the mattress, grabbed my ankles, and pinched my legs together as he lifted them straight up. He rocked in and out of me and I could hear how fucking wet I was.

He fucked me like he owned me.

I loved it.

I bit my bottom lip and rode out the pleasure as he leaned over me, forcing my knees back to my chin. He held himself up in a push-up position and dropped his hips with every thrust.

I descended into pure bliss when he hit my G-spot and caught him grinning at me as a vein stood at attention on the side of his neck. I reached for him and he lowered himself to me for a kiss that set my lips on fire. I couldn’t breathe all folded up like that but air wasn’t important right then.

All I wanted was as much of Peter as I could get.

“Come for me,” I whispered.

His brow creased and his jaw flexed.

I raked my fingers through his hair and tightened my hand into a fist in his dark locks. “Come, baby.”