lonely. Maybe it was the way she turned her head, or rubbed her eyes when she used her phone, but she seemed sad.
Convincing himself it was the right thing to do, he walked away, wondering if she’d been hoping he’d turn up at the hotel, or if she’d been stood up. It didn’t make sense, as he’d have expected her to order room service and chill out in front of a good movie? Whatever it was that he was feeling, it was new to him, and right now, he didn’t need any more complications.
It all changed the next morning, when her name came up on his appointments calendar. His cock had done its thing again, springing into life as he read her name. Just thinking about her was turning his body into a raging sex craving machine.
Her questions were direct, and surprised him. Instead of making him dislike her, he found himself interested by her honest questions and her obviously honest reactions. There were no airs and graces, and no deceptive lies or trickery.
Inviting her to the yacht was a spur of the moment decision. He hadn’t expected her to actually agree to spending forty eight hours with him. He knew she felt the attraction between them too, he just didn’t know exactly what he was going to do about it.
When she’d sucked his cock, then massaged his balls, he thought he’d explode with the unfamiliar sensations. It wasn’t only her first time with oral sex, it was his too. That was one of his secrets, and it would stay that way.
In his past, sex was a means to an end. He’d mostly screwed women when he was high, remembering very little about it. He’d vowed years ago that he’d only have sex when it was with someone special, and here he was, getting hot, hard and steamy for someone he’d just met. Maybe it was just what he needed to forgive himself, and move on with a normal life.
When he’d woken after the first morning on the yacht, David had looked at her glowing eyes, his guilt at seducing the woman who might be able to redeem his reputation growing. Damn, but she was hot. For someone who’d never had oral sex before, she did a fine job of milking his cock with her mouth. He just didn’t want her delving too much into his past as she wouldn’t like what she’d find. It was in the past, and that’s where he wanted it to stay.
His days of being a victim were over. They’d been over for years, for about the same length of time since he last had sex, but he’d never relaxed. He’d been driven when he began his shipping business, working from a garage in London. He’d moved to Leeds when he first landed a contract for furniture removal, and his business had gone from strength to strength. He knew he’d been lucky. He’d had as much chance of not landing that contract as he had of getting it. His life would be dramatically different if he’d been unsuccessful, and it often kept him awake at night.
He didn’t know what it was about Taylor Griffiths, whether it was the brown hair, the blue gray eyes, or the hourglass figure, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He’d proved to himself that money hadn’t made him completely happy. He was always driven to do more. Yes, he had plenty material things, but he’d not allowed himself to get close to anyone. Not since……but he couldn’t think about that now. It was too painful.
In the meantime, he had Alan Inglebrook to worry about. Alan was one of the good guys, a decent lad who’d used the pretence of gang membership to work hard for the local kids in his area. David had kept him at arms length, but had funded some of his work on community projects and fundraisers. Alan wanted to show these kids the other side of life. A side that didn’t include beatings, murder, bad attitudes and thieving for a living.
David had visited some of the events Alan laid on, as a member of the public. He was always humbled by the kids. They’d spent most of their