Page 152 of The Business of Love Box Set 1: Books 1 - 4

KATIE

P eter’s hands were warm on my cheeks. We took a deep breath together and I closed my eyes.

More tears escaped and rolled down my cheeks, but they got caught against his fingers.

His forehead remained pressed to mine. I wasn’t sure how long we sat on the bench like that, a cool breeze blowing through the open veranda, but as he held my face in his hands, I was quite sure I never wanted the moment to end.

He held me like he believed I was whole, even though I’d felt broken and hollow for so long.

Purposeless. Like a well without water or a beach without sand.

The cavern in my heart had been growing deeper and darker over the years and this was the first breath I’d drawn that didn’t feel like someone was putting a weight on my chest.

Was this really not a dealbreaker for him? Could I have gotten that lucky?

He could have bowled anyone over that day at the market. Was it fate that knocked me on my ass?

“We should go back up to the room,” Peter said.

I sniffled and nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll run you a bath. We can relax. If you don’t want to go back to the home tonight for dinner—”

“No.” I shook my head fiercely as he pulled his forehead from mine and gazed into my eyes. “We promised your dad we were coming back. Besides, I want to spend more time with him. And to be honest, I want to see him take a bite of steak.”

Peter smiled at me. God, I would never get tired of that smile. When he looked at me like that, it felt like the clouds were parting. “All right, we’ll go.”

“The bath sounds good though.”

Peter chuckled. “A bath, it is. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

I wiped my cheeks self-consciously as we passed through throngs of people gathering on the veranda with afternoon drinks of their own.

Nobody seemed to pay any attention to us, and I doubted they would notice I’d been crying, but I still hated that my nose would have been bright pink, my eyes glassy, and my cheeks smudged with mascara stains.

We slipped away from the crowds and took a quieter route back to the hotel room.

Forgoing the lobby, we made our way around the beachside of the resort and entered the tower where our room was from there.

A mother and her young son rode the elevator with us, and Peter told the little boy he liked his dinosaur sandals.

The boy hid behind his mother and didn’t say a word.

When we stepped into our room, I was chilled. Peter turned off the air conditioning and went into the bathroom, where he began filling the massive bathtub with hot water and a collection of bath salts, bubbles, and oils from where they sat on the ledge.

I stood in the doorway and watched as he sat on the edge of the tub and ran his hand through the water to check the temperature.

Bubbles formed, popped, and rose to the lip of the tub, and as Peter focused on drawing my bath, I stripped out of my clothes and left them on the floor where they fell.

Barefoot and naked, I stepped into the bathroom and crossed the cold tile floors to step over the edge of the tub.

Peter looked up the length of my long bare leg up to my face. His expression said it all.

The feelings I had for him? He had them for me, too. I was sure of it.

He still looked at me the way he had before I told him about my infertility. There was nothing in the world that could make me feel as good or as desired as I did in that moment as I lowered myself deep into the water. The bubbles tickled my chin as I leaned back and watched Peter watch me.

“Are you going to join me?” I asked.

Peter reached behind his head, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and pulled it off in one graceful tug. “I thought you’d never ask.” He tossed the shirt aside, stood up, and began working hastily at undoing his belt, which gave him some trouble.

I giggled and went to my knees to lean over the side of the tub so I could help him.

He let me undo his belt and his pants, which fell around his ankles.

He stepped out of them and worked his boxers down.

His cock was growing hard by the second.

I bit my bottom lip and gazed up at him before reaching for him and drawing him closer to the tub.

He obeyed, and when he was close enough, I teased his cock with licks and flicks of my tongue. Peter’s stomach flinched when I took him in my mouth and ran my tongue along the base of his shaft until I held all of him in my throat.

I moaned around his thickness. The vibration drove him wild.

He reached down and gripped my ponytail.

He used it to work me up and down on his dick.

I had never wanted him this badly. My thighs ached and the place below my belly tightened with desperation.

I could imagine what it would feel like to have him deep inside my pussy so easily.

I reached down and rubbed myself under the waters and bubbles while I sucked him off.

Peter let out a masculine growl and pushed me back. He stepped into the tub and followed my retreat as I moved up against the far side of the tub. With nowhere else to go, I found myself at his mercy.

Peter ran a hand up my leg from ankle to hip.

He squeezed the meaty flesh and pushed down, forcing me against the porcelain.

I whimpered in response, my need blossoming into something I would soon not be able to control, and he leaned over me to worship my lips with kisses.

Water ran down my wrists and forearms when I reached up to touch his face to trace every line and inch of skin into the memory of my fingertips.

He smiled against my lips, and my fingers fell to his jaw, where I felt his pulse fluttering beneath my touch.

Peter ran his hand across the cut of my hip and thigh, pausing only for a second before falling between my legs so he could rub me under the water.

As soon as he touched me, the tension below my belly felt like someone had pulled two ends of a knot to tighten it.

I gasped. Peter eased his finger inside me.

The knot came untethered.

I melted against the tub with a satisfied sigh and Peter rained kisses down my neck and over my chest. I breathed deep and slow as he worked his magic with his fingers.

The water sloshed gently at the edges of the tub.

When Peter gave me another finger, I gripped both edges and spread my legs.

He pushed in deep and fucked me hard. Some water spilled over the edges to land with wet slaps against the tile floor.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Peter silenced me with his mouth over mine. I gave in to his kisses as he forced my head back. He continued fucking me with his fingers until I thought I was going to explode. Then right before it happened, he left me empty.

Peter pushed back with a cocky smile playing on his lips. He knew what he’d done to me.

I let out a frustrated growl and shifted to my knees. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

I’d show him.

I crawled across the bottom of the tub. He watched me come, and when I reached him, I sat in his lap.

His cock pressed up against me and I lowered myself onto him.

He slid inside me under the water. The sensation was exquisite, and I had to hold on to his shoulders as I balanced on the balls of my feet.

Slowly, I bounced on his cock.

More water sloshed over the edge of the tub, but neither of us paid it any mind. Peter’s hands fell on my waist and he guided me up and down until he couldn’t take it anymore. He held me fast, forcing me to take all of his cock.

I cried out with pleasure.

Peter bucked his hips and drove deeper inside me.

The orgasm he’d teased me with spilled over just like the water. It rippled through me and I screamed his name at the ceiling and threw my head back. My hair was a soaking wet tangled mess and my ponytail slapped against my back as he fucked me hard and fast.

I was struggling to collect my bearings when Peter stood with his cock still inside me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he got out of the tub.

I kissed him greedily as he searched blindly for the towel rack.

He wrapped us up in the towel and patted us dry before walking us into the bedroom.

He carried me like I weighed nothing, and all the while, I could feel the size of him inside me.

Peter dropped me on the bed, took me by my hips, and flipped me over onto all fours.

I grinned at him over my shoulder and went down on my elbows, teasing him with my ass in the air.

He spanked me. I yelped. He slapped my ass again, and I pushed back, desperate to be fucked hard and deep.

Peter stroked himself before running his cock up and down my pussy.

I was dripping wet and did not care to be teased anymore.

I pushed back again, taking the first few inches of his cock.

Peter leaned over me and grabbed me by the back of the neck.

I gasped in surprise when he applied enough force to hold me in place.

I didn’t squirm. I went completely still beneath his strength.

He slid his cock deep inside me. A moan pushed out of my throat. My eyes rolled back and I gripped the bed sheets.

“Oh, fuck,” I managed.

Peter rocked against me. “You take my cock like such a good girl.”

His husky voice nearly broke me.

“I want you to come for me,” he growled.

My grip on the sheets tightened. My squirming body moved of its own volition. I’d lost control a long time ago. Every sound, every movement, and every breath were subconscious. My mind had taken a back seat. I was nothing but pleasure as Peter fucked me senseless.

His thighs slapped against the back of my legs.

Our wet skin was cold in the air-conditioned room, but the blood coursing through my veins warmed me up from the inside out.

He drove in deep, and I cried out as my thighs began to tremble and quiver.

Seconds later, I could feel my own juices running down the inside of my legs.

Peter gave in behind me. His grip tightened on the back of my neck. I saw stars in the best way, arched my back, and mumbled against the pressure under his hand for him to come.

He filled me up with a deep groan. The tension in my body vanished and I melted against the mattress when he released me and stepped back. I stayed where I was, face down, ass up, heart racing, until he patted my ass and told me the bath water was still warm.