"Morning." I croaked, feeling unsure.
"Morning, gorgeous." He replied, stroking my face.
He looked like he had a lot on his mind. I wasn't surprised, not after everything we shared last night.
"What's wrong?" I asked, scared about what he might say.
James gave me a sad smile.
"It's only four days till you leave. I don't want you to go."
I curled into his chest, wrapping his arms around me. The thought of leaving him wasn't a pleasant one.
"Can I persuade you to stay longer?" He said, his hand moving over my breast and stroking my nipple.
I closed my eyes as small waves of pleasure built inside of me.
"I have to go back to work…"
He sighed and in one swift movement he had me on my back, his hard body on top of me.
"No, you don't, just quit." He said, thrusting his hips against me.
A warm sensation rushed through my abdomen as I let out a deep moan. His cock was pressing against my clit, making me squirm against him.
"We could do this every day, all day…" he muttered, thrusting again as his lips captured mine in a deep kiss.
"I'm not quitting my job." I said, when he finally released my mouth.
His eyes challenged mine, and I knew he wouldn't give up.
"I'll come to New York. You can go to work, and I'll spend the evening making you come."
In one hot movement his erection was filling me completely, stretching me to my limit. I cried out in surprise as red hot pleasure shot through me, my nails burying into his back.
James's tongue dipped into my mouth as he moved, his tongue mirroring the fast movement of his hips. I arched my back to meet every one of his thrusts, his palm settling on my breast. His fingers tugged at my nipple, the pulsing sensation between my legs intensifying.
"So, I can stay with you?" He breathed, his hot breath caressing my mouth.
I hesitated, and he cupped my bottom, pushing himself further into me. It couldn't have been more than an inch, but my whole body quivered.
I said his name in a long whimper.
I was so close. The level of pleasure I was experiencing was making me feel like I was going to pass out when I finally came.
"Say it, Sophie, else I swear I will stop. I can feel how close you are…" he said, circling his hips.
"Yes…ok…just keep going!" I said, pulling his hips back down to me.
He let out a low laugh and cupped my bottom again, pulling me to him as he thrust faster. I screamed his name as my vision blurred, sent over the edge with a mind-blowing climax. James pushed into me hard as he released inside of me.
Eventually, he moved off me, tucking me into his side.
"Looks like I'm coming to New York." He drawled, a satisfied smile on his face.
"You made me invite you."
He lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip.
"You've said it now. What's the problem, anyway?"
His gaze burnt into me, and I bit my lip.
"You are kind of famous. What if a photo of us gets printed? Tommy could see it, and he can't know where I am."
James's eyes blazed with a fire I hadn't seen before.
"Let me look after you, then he won't get near you. It doesn't have to be this way."
I shook my head, and he frowned.
"You're still scared of him, aren't you? Even after all this time."
My eyes watered as I nodded.
"Terrified, I know what he's capable of."
James stroked my hair.
"Last night you said your parents took you to the hospital. How did they die, Sophie?"
I squeezed my eyes shut as a shooting pain filled my chest.
"Tommy… He killed them."
My voice broke as I cried. Nothing would ever make my parent's death less painful. When I opened my eyes, I saw James looking at me, shock all over his face.
"You need to tell me who this guy is. He wouldn't get away with it. The police would have to arrest him."
I shook my head.
"He has people on the inside that work for him. He's more dangerous than you think, James. Trust me, if I could make him pay for what he had done, I'd be the first to take it."
He exhaled slowly. My distress was obvious, and I could tell it was taking all his self control to not keep pushing me.
"I'm curious, what were your parents like?" He asked, steering the conversation away from Tommy.
Tears were still falling down my face, but I couldn't help my smile.
"They were amazing. It sounds stupid, but they were my best friends. When things got bad with Tommy, I didn't want to tell them. I couldn't bear disappointing them."
James dried my tears and kissed my nose.
"None of it was your fault, Sophie. They wouldn't have felt that way."
I squeezed my eyes shut.
"I owe my life to them. My dad arranged everything to help me escape. I made it to New York because both of them died rather than tell Tommy the truth."
I bit my lip as James covered me in kisses.
"They'd want you to be happy."
I nodded in agreement.
"I know, you're right. I want to try…"
He smiled and rested his forehead against mine.
"I can keep a visit to New York quiet. It isn't like I'm stalked by the paparazzi. Anyway, we can spend most of our time in your apartment. I can think of plenty of ways we can entertain ourselves…"
I smiled as his hand stroked my waist and hips. The thought of James coming to New York to stay with me was scary. I didn't know what could happen in the long-term, but I knew I couldn't give him up.
"My apartment isn't luxurious. It won't be up to your usual standard." I teased, inching my mouth closer to his.
"As long as you're there I don't need anything else." He replied, kissing me hard.
I looked up from my plate of pasta and saw Graham staggering towards us. He looked rough, his usual perfectly styled hair a mess. He also had on the same clothes he was wearing when we went out last night.
He swiped a piece of bread from James's plate and sat down beside him. We all watched as he glugged straight from a bottle of water on the table.
"Oh my God, you stink, Graham!" Georgia exclaimed, making a face.
Graham rolled his eyes.
"It's not my fault! I've been up all night fucking in some shitty hotel room with no air-conditioning!"
I burst out laughing at the indignation in his voice.
"Nobody made you do that! You could have come back when we did." Georgia sighed, reaching for her drink.
"You guys left at midnight. This is Ibiza, the party island! I have to keep the momentum going by myself, especially now James has gone soft like his brother!"
James wrapped his arm around the back of my chair.
"There was nothing soft about me last night, mate. Don't start rumours!"
Graham laughed and winked at me.
"Can you confirm that, Sophie?"
I felt my cheeks turn scarlet, much to his amusement.
"Leave her alone." James barked, kissing me on the top of my head.
"So, who did you leave with? The blonde or the redhead?" Georgia asked, taking Graham's attention off me.
"Both of them."
He turned to wink at James.
"You should have seen the blonde's tits, mate. They were fucking huge!"
"Lovely!" Georgia muttered, shaking her head.
"Both of them?" I spluttered, dropping my cutlery onto my plate.
"It's called a threesome! Anyway, it was quite a night. I'm exhausted."
Georgia and I made a face at each other. My sexual experiences were limited, a threesome seemed so… wild.
"Stop being all judgemental, girls! You can't knock it unless you try. You're a fan, aren't you, James? Remember those two French girls you had in Greece? They were fucking kinky-"
Graham's sentence stopped abruptly, and I looked up to see James giving him a death stare.
"Don't stop on my account." I muttered, turning my attention back to my food.
I gripped my fork, my mind racing. The thought of James being with one woman made me crazy with jealousy, let alone two.
"Well, it isn't the most appropriate conversation for lunch." Graham backtracked, shrugging his shoulders. "Oh, it's Richard. Perfect timing, mate!"
Richard came to a stop, shaking his head.
"I don't even want to know what you've been up to."
He sat beside Georgia and leaned over to give her a kiss. I zoned out of the conversation as they talked, distracted by what Graham had said.
I felt James's arm wrap around my waist, tugging me closer so he could whisper in my ear.
"I know what you're thinking and stop."
His breath tickled my ear, and I smiled as he kissed my cheek.
"Look at me."
Our eyes met, and he studied me in a way only he could. It was impossible to hide my feelings from him, he could read me so well.
"We're going for a walk." He announced, grabbing my hand and pulling me up beside him.
Before anyone could respond, we were walking off, James gripping my hand as he led the way.
"Where are we going?" I asked, struggling to keep up with him.
We walked in silence until we arrived. As soon as we approached, a member of the service team came bounding over.
"Mr Graves, can I be of any help?"
She was a stunning blonde, her smile revealing perfect white teeth. She flicked her long hair over her shoulder, completely unbothered by my presence.
"Not at the moment, Stacey. Thank you." James replied, nodding at her.
Her smile faltered as she took in my hand in his. Is this how life would be with James? Putting up with women who either wanted to screw him, or had already. I didn't know that I could handle it, especially once we were living apart.
"Have you fucked her?" I spat the second we were out of earshot.
I'd planned to ask in a casual way, but my voice betrayed my jealousy and insecurity.
"Jesus, no. She's an employee. Richard would cut my balls off." James exclaimed, looking at me in shock.
I frowned, his answer hardly reassuring.
"Soph, I haven't been with anyone else since you." He sighed as we came to a stop.
I sat down on the soft sand, exhaling loudly.
"What about Bambi?"
James sat beside me, reaching for my hand.
"I thought we'd moved forward from that. I apologised for kissing her."
I put my face in my hands, groaning.
"I know, we have. I'm sorry, it's just… never mind. I'm being stupid."
We sat quietly for a minute, the gentle sound of the waves a stark contrast to the anxiety I was feeling.
"Just say what you need to say, Soph. I know something is on your mind."
I looked over at him, the sun casting a soft glow on his perfect features. He was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen, and I was acting like a sulky teenager.
"I… I was thinking about how different our lives have been… sexually."
"What do you mean?"
I sighed, brushing some sand off the back of my legs.
"How many people have you slept with?"
The look of panic on his face was almost comical.
"Why is that important? I don't care how many people you've slept with."
I shrugged my shoulders,
"I've had sex with three men, including you."
He moved closer to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"I don't know my exact number. It's not something I count."
I shifted back, so I could see his face.
"Can you not guess? Is it more than, I don't know… thirty?"
He grimaced and my eyes widened.
"Wow, ok. Over sixty?"
He stared down at his hand, examining his fingernails intently.
"It's probably more like a hundred, but I don't know for sure."
I couldn't hide the shock that spread across my face.
"Most of them were one-night stands, and none of them made me feel the way you do." He muttered, resting his hand on the top of my thigh.
I nodded half-heartedly, and he sighed.
"It's the past. I can't change it."
I shook my head,
"It's not that. I keep thinking how we'll be apart more than we are together. Don't you think you'll get tempted by other women?"
He patted the empty sand between his legs, and I crawled into the space. My body vibrated with heat as he brushed my hair from my face, guiding my arms up and over his shoulders.
"I don't want anyone else, Soph. I know its early days for us, but if I had my way, you'd be coming back to London with me."
Then he was kissing me hard, his tongue dipping against mine, coaxing me into a surrender. I gripped his t-shirt when we came apart, my head light.
"What if you get bored? I can't compete with a threesome, and I'm not into that kind of thing." I asked, glancing up at him.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Don't say that kind of shit. God, I thought I'd made it clear how much I wanted you."
He cupped my bottom as he lifted me up, repositioning us so I was on his lap, my legs wrapped around him.
"You do not need to worry, ok? The first time we kissed, I knew you were different. I'm crazy about you, and I can't see that changing."
I blushed as he kissed my forehead. Maybe it would change if he knew everything about my past.
"So, are we good now?"
I nodded, suddenly feeling childish and stupid.
"I'm sorry for sounding judgemental. I get insecure, and… I struggle to understand why you want me so much."
His grip tightened as he held onto me.
"Why can't you see what I see, beautiful girl?"
My silence seemed to infuriate him, and he tipped my chin so our gazes met.
"Not only are you gorgeous, but you make me laugh more than anyone else I know. I can't ever stop thinking about you. I'm obsessed…"
His voice trailed off and his mouth found mine, kissing me like there was no tomorrow.
"I love you so much, it's overwhelming." He breathed, his forehead resting against mine.
"Me too." I whispered, closing my eyes.