“Maybe. Would you like them to see me touch you?”

She bit her lip and nodded. His dick was already as hard as he’d ever felt it, but he wanted the moment to be hers. For now. He stood behind her and lightly pinched both her nipples between his fingers. She leaned back into him as he shucked his shoes and pants and continued playing with the tight nubs.

A car’s horn echoed through the square they were looking out on, and Molly jumped slightly. David knew that certainly no one in cars could see them, but he was sure that it was probably adding to her fantasy.

He nudged a knee between her legs and urged them apart. Her ass was pressed into his groin as he snaked his hand to her pussy. She was already so wet his own knees nearly buckled with absolute need for her. He used his foot to spread her legs even farther. This time, he jerked her back, so her ass cradled his dick as he spread his hand over her flat stomach, and slowly reached down.

Molly whimpered as his hand floated around her mound, not touching anything other than the heavy fluid that touched the very top of her thighs. His other hand joined in, wrapping his arms around her. He held her open to the air and took pleasure in the gasp as the breeze played against her clitoris. “David” she moaned. “Touch me.”

He withdrew his hands and raised her own arms, wrapping her fingers around the side of the door frame. She stood spread-eagled as he ducked under one arm and knelt before her. He felt light-headed with the need to taste her, to have her writhe and come in his mouth. To have her imagine she had an audience.

His tongue darted out straight to her clit. No fluttering or stroking, but a full-fledged assault. His fingers spread her wide as he pressed, nipped, and thoroughly tongued her into submission. Her gasps and moans drove him close to his own climax. But as she crested her own wave, he pushed two fingers into her, allowing her to ride them through her orgasm. She felt like molten lava around him, and he wanted nothing other than to feel his dick inside her.

“Jesus, David. What have you done to me?” she breathed, as he rose and took her in his arms.

“I’m not finished yet, babe. I’m not nearly finished with you.” He couldn’t wait a second longer. He brought her fully out onto the balcony and bent her over, allowing her to brace herself against the concrete railing. In a second he slid inside her, feeling her whole life pulse around him. She ground back on him.

“Harder.” Her voice carried lightly on the breeze, belying her obvious need. He thrust into her hard, and she met every stroke. He couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. She felt like a part of him, as if he could feel her arousal as well as he could his own. His desire for her amplified by the second when they were joined together. Electricity thrummed through his lower back, sparking a reaction in his balls. As if she knew, she reached back and squeezed them. Heat fritzed through his spine up to his head as he came inside her, pulsing, throbbing, and flooding her with his naked desire. As he finished, the walls of her pussy gripped him as she came again. Sharper and faster than before.

He brought her upright, so she could rest against his body, and he held her around her waist, and looked out at the city.

“Do you think anyone saw us?” he murmured into her ear.

She giggled and turned to him, hugging him close. “I don’t know.” She hid her face in his shoulder, and he guessed that now the erotic moment had slipped by, she was a little embarrassed. She was such a contradiction. All roaring blatant sexuality, followed by a slight shyness.

He took her back in, and grabbed a fluffy dressing gown that the hotel had left artfully fanned out on the bed. Wrapping it around her, he kissed her forehead.

“Dammit all to hell,” she said.

Alarmed, he stepped back. “What? What’s wrong?” he looked around the room to see what could have elicited her comment, but her eyes were on him.

“I thought if I wore high heels you wouldn’t be able to kiss me on the forehead anymore, and that you’d have to kiss my lips.”

Shame flooded through him. He hadn’t even kissed her before taking her out on the balcony. He raised her chin and kissed her gently and slowly on her mouth. Warmth rushed through him like the desert sun. He teased her tongue gently with his. Without the immediacy of sex, it felt more intimate. More like a declaration. It didn’t stop him.

CHAPTER SEVEN

They awakened late, very late, the next day. Molly was glad she’d slipped a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door before they’d finally switched out the lights.

They’d slept, clasped tight in one another’s arms, as if warding off the rest of the world. But they slept fitfully, waking every couple of hours, kissing, caressing, and then drifting back off to sleep. It had felt like she was living in a different world than she had a week before. Everything had changed, some of which she loved, and some of which she hated. It was the contradiction that was keeping her restless, and she knew that her tossing and turning had kept waking David too. But this was her big day, and the start of a new…something.

The G20 speech was the last scheduled talk on the tour she’d done, and she had nothing planned after she left Athens. Harry had work lined up for her if she wanted to take it, and last week she’d had every intention of helping out on an excavation in Indonesia, even though that culture wasn’t her specialty.

But with everything that had happened, she felt less certain about her future. Less certain about everything. Less certain she’d even survive this week, with the Russians seemingly convinced she’d had something to do with Alexandre’s death.

They ate a late brunch, quietly reading the newspaper that had been delivered with the food, and saying little. It was as if they were already prepared to say goodbye. And yet she still didn’t really know what they were going to do after she gave her speech.

The newspaper strangely didn’t have any articles about the bombing and Alexandre’s assassination. She supposed that was good. When they’d turned on the television, the same was true. The G20 meetings had been relegated to third place in the news. A new presidential nominee and a flood in a southern state had taken the top spots.

“This is good, right?” she asked David.

He nodded thoughtfully. He’d made her promise that if the news was heavy on the incidents in Athens, then she’d agree to cancel her speech and leave with him. “Yes, I hope so.” A frown furrowed his brow though, and that did nothing to ease the tension in the room, or ricocheting around her mind and body.

Thirty minutes later, she changed into her light blue business suit and silk blouse while David waited at the window again. When she came out of the bathroom she was gratified to see his double take. He’d never seen her in anything so…normal.

“You look amazing. Authoritative. You’re going to rock this speech…Then we’re breaking for the border, all right?” he said, still looking tense.

She sought to reassure him, even though she was feeling as uncertain as he seemed to be. “I’m all ready to go as soon as I finish. The bellboy will come for my bag and they’ll leave it in the lobby for us to grab on the way out.” She wondered if she should try to find Victoria to explain that she was leaving. She’d have to look for her downstairs.

He opened the door for her, and she walked through. Grabbing her arm, he stopped her short and planted a knee-melting kiss on her lips. For a second, all thoughts of speaking before a group of government leaders evaporated. She moved close to him and dug her hands into his hair as he deepened the kiss. The smell of his skin was intoxicating. She wanted him so much, and briefly wondered if they would have another chance to make love before they disappeared back to their own worlds. Her heart constricted at the thought, but she pushed the feeling aside. Better to have one perfect day with him than months of uncertainty.