“That wasn’t phase one.” He smirked at me.
“What?” I looked at him in confusion.
“That wasn’t how phase one was meant to end.”
“How so?”
“You were meant to come with the dildo while I came in your mouth.” He laughed. “The experience would have blown your mind.”
“And you know this because?” I frowned at him, suddenly feeling jealous again.
“I’ve done it before.” He smirked. “Only before it wasn’t a dildo f**king her.”
“Oh wow.” I felt my face redden. “So why did you stop?”
He paused as he stared into my face. “I’m not sure. I just wanted to see your face as you came. And I wanted to feel you come on my cock. Your pu**y clenches on me so that I feel you are trying to seal me into you.”
“Oh. Sorry?” I wasn’t sure what to say.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s different but its good.” He bumped his nose against mine. “If I was a different kind of man, I would think it meant we were meant to be.”
“Oh?” I felt my insides clench.
“I’ve never needed or wanted to be connected to someone during sex, but staring at your face and hearing your moans makes me feel more excited.” He frowned. “Oh well, maybe in another world.”
“Yeah. You don’t believe in love anymore.” I tried to laugh lightly.
“Nope.” His voice was bitter. “And seeing Angelica tonight confirmed it for me. She made a move on me, you know.”
“What?” My voice was shaking and I was trying not to cry.
“Yeah. She asked what hotel I was staying in. I guess she thinks she made a mistake. But I have no respect for an adulterer, especially one with three kids. For shame!”
“That is awful.” I bit my lip. “But not everyone is a cheat.”
“We just aren’t made to be faithful.” He laughed. “Not men, not women. No-one.”
I yawned and closed my eyes. I couldn’t have this conversation right now. The evening had proven to be emotionally draining and I wasn’t sure I could take much more.
Chapter 16
The rest of the weekend was uneventful. For some reason, Harry didn’t bring up the other naughty phases he had mentioned previously and I didn’t ask him why. We made love every night and each time we did, I knew that I shouldn’t. His touch was like a drug that I was becoming addicted to, I didn’t know what I was going to do when the drug was no longer available, but I didn’t care.
“You were great, Sarah.” Harry smiled at me as we drove back to the city. “I’ll even let you choose the station on the radio.”
“Why thank you, kind sir.” I played around and stopped on a station that played the hits from the 80’s and 90’s. “I think this is a good compromise.”
“I didn’t know you were so into compromising.” He grinned.
“It depends what it’s for.”
“Maybe I should test out how compromising you are willing to be.”
“I wouldn’t bother.” I laughed. “I’m not likely to compromise with an old man like you.”
“But I thought you liked being my naughty schoolgirl lover.”
“Why because you like acting like a headmaster?”
“Oh Sarah. You’re turning me on. Call me sir again!”
“You’re a pervert.” I laughed.
“You’re a wannabe pervert.”
“Whatever.”
“We could go to a store and get some clothes and act out the fantasy, if you want, Sarah. I won’t say no.”
“You wish. Ass.” I laughed.
“My mom really liked you.” Harry changed the subject.
“I liked her as well.” I smiled softly. “She’s really nice.”
“They want us to join them on a trip next weekend.” He paused. “I know this wasn’t in the original agreement but I was wondering if you would want to go.”
“Oh.” I paused feeling excited but worried. “I’m not sure.” I knew that I should spend as much time away from him as possible.
“I’ll pay you another $20,000.” His voice was tense and I turned towards him angrily.
“It’s not about money.”
“$50,000.”
“I just said…”
“$100,000 and you can bring Jane.”
“I can bring Jane?” I paused. “Where would we be going?”
“The Caribbean.”
“Oh wow.” I imagined myself on a beach frolicking in the sand and in the ocean. “Which island?”
“Well, my parents are island hopping so we can decide where we want to join them. They’ll be in Grenada, St. Lucia, Barbados and Trinidad and Tobago.”
“Oh, I don’t know any of those islands.” I laughed. “No Jamaica, mon.”
“Are you a secret reggae fan?” He grinned at me.
“It’s not a secret, I love reggae.”
“Is that a you love Bob Marley thing or a you really love reggae reggae?” He laughed.
“Well, who doesn’t love Bob Marley but I also love Tanya Stephens, Shabba Ranks, Beres Hammond, Buju Banton.” I paused and he held up a hand.
“Okay.” He laughed. “I believe you. I never figured you for a reggae lover.”
“Come on, mon, I’m from Florida, We be right by the islands,” I talked in my best Jamaican accent.
“Uhm I’m going to have to let you know that the Jamaican accent is not one of your best.”
“What, mon?” I laughed.
“I don’t even think I’ve heard a Jamaican say mon as much as you are right now.”
“Whatever.” I flicked my tongue out at him. “I’ll have you know I can sing a mean banana boat song?”
“Banana boat?”
“You know- Day oh, Day-oh, Daylight come and me wan’ go home.”
“Ok, consider my mind blown right now.” Harry snorted. “Just when I think I know you, Sarah Smith, you go and blow my mind once again.”
“You think I’m goofy, don’t you?”
“No. I think you’re kooky and I also think you haven’t answered my question. Do you want to come?” He looked at me with a questioning look on his face.
“I guess so. I’ll check with Jane.” I opened up my phone to text her and saw a message from Lewis Walker. “Ooh Lewis sent me a message,” I exclaimed in surprise as I opened it.