I grip the edge of the table, the stem of my wine glass trembling in my hand.

“You—” I try, but the words slip away when he circles my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, coaxing my body toward something I can’t stop.

“Need me, don’t you?” He smiles as devilishly as he can. “I’ll give you what you need. But in return...”

His middle finger slides inside me, slow and deep. I gasp, clenching around him, biting my lip to keep from making a sound.

“You gotta help this poor, hurting man feel better tonight.”

His thumb resumes its lazy circles over my clit, his finger curling just enough to hit that spot, and everything inside me coils tight.

“Vic—”

“Shh,” he whispers. “You’re doing so good. No one needs to hear but us. No one needs to know I’m playing with my dessert.”

I’m trembling now, thighs clenched, breath ragged. My orgasm builds fast and fierce, held back only by sheer willpower and his maddening, deliberate pace.

And then he leans in close, his mouth brushing my ear as he presses just a bit harder, circles just a little faster.

“You gonna come for me right here?”

I nod. “Umm, hmm.”

“Come on, Kerry. Give it to me.”

I can’t stop it.

I grip the table harder, my eyes flutter closed, and I go quiet, completely still, except for the way my body arches just slightly into his hand.

It crashes over me like a tidal wave, quiet but all-consuming, a silent ecstasy that leaves me breathless.

I exhale shakily, blinking the world back into focus. “Oh, Vic.”

He’s still for a moment, just watching me, and his fingers slowly retreat. Then, with the most deliciously wicked grin, he raises his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

And with the most shameless smirk, he raises his hand and says, “Check, please.”

~~~

Back at the villa, the moment the door shuts behind us, Vic grabs my hand and leads me straight to the wall. There’s no hesitation, no asking—just him, full of need, full of love, and full of wanting me.

His mouth claims mine, rough and deep. His tongue slides past my lips, and his hands move everywhere at once—up my back, down my sides, gripping my ass like he missed the feel of it in his palms.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get you alone. It’s been the longest five days of my life. And that damn dress…”

I gasp as he turns me to face the wall, his chest flush against my back, his hands already dragging my dress up to my hips.

Vic drops to his knees behind me, spreading me gently. Then I feel it—his mouth, warm and open against the curve of my ass.

“Vic—”

“Shh,” he mutters. “I missed the way you taste.”