Turn around

IVAN
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The entire journey with Camilla by my side was torture. Not because she was a bad traveling partner, but because for more than half of the journey, I wanted to reach out and touch her in ways only I could imagine.
And that was the reason why I opted to stay in my room when she wanted to stay in the lounge. There was no way I could be in the same space with her for more than thirty minutes without wanting to tear her dress to shreds and take her there and then, right in the lounge.

We landed in Napa after two hours, which was fair, seeing as it was a night journey and the pilot had to be very careful.
From the airport, we were picked up by a limousine and driven to the hotel where we would be staying. The five-star hotel was fully paid for by Trofin, so we did not need to bother.
I only checked our names on the guest list, before I was given the key to our room.

Yes, that was the problem.

Vladimir Trofin, God bless his old age, did not think that I would want to sleep in a different room from whichever woman I brought, so he had only booked one room for the both of us.

Both Camilla and I stared at the receptionist with confused eyes. I opted to pay for another room in the hotel but she said all rooms were fully booked. Knowing Trofin, almost every other hotel in Napa Valley would have been booked as well. I turned to Camilla and stared down at her, she looked at me in return.

"We should find another hotel." I started, but she insisted.
"It doesn't matter. We could tolerate ourselves for two days right?"

I could tolerate her, but I did not know if I could keep my hands off her. I agreed and we stepped into the elevator together. Our room was on the fifth floor and we walked down the quiet and bright hallway until we stopped at the door with our room number.
I slipped the key card into the keyhole and the door opened immediately.

We were welcomed into a cream-colored and white polished hexagonal room. The king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, while every other exquisite piece of furniture in the room took its place beside it.

We placed our luggage in front of the floor-to-ceiling wardrobe and I found myself staring at her while she drank in the sight of the room.

"I'll go and take a shower, you can have your rest. Make yourself comfortable on the bed if you wish, I'll find my way to the couch, or the floor."

She blinked twice.

"You want to sleep on the floor?" Her eyes brightened in amusement. I looked around us and a chuckle escaped my lip.

"I don't see a world where we have another choice," I stated, she shook her head and folded her arms.

By God! She had no idea the kind of effect she had on me by doing absolutely nothing. The feelings she caused to spring forth from my belly were so sudden. I could not tell when I had gone past hating her presence, to being comfortable with her, and now to wanting her.

The switch was fast, too fast I thought it would swallow me up and consume my entire being.

"There's a bed, big enough for three, and you want to sleep on the floor? Cut the act, mister Ivan. We both know you are not that much of a gentleman." Her bright eyes glittered with the laughter she fought to hide.
My eyes dropped to her lips as she spoke, I couldn't tear my eyes off her rosy lips.
This was the exact reason I needed to stay as far away from her as possible.

"It is not about being a gentleman, Camilla."

She narrowed her eyes on me, while her right brow arched in query.
"Really? Isn't it? Well, what is it about then? Why are you avoiding me, mister Ivan? First, you go to your room when we both know you would have rather stayed in the lounge with me. And now you want to sleep on the floor. What are you so afraid of? Me?" She punched my chest playfully.

I laughed. I took one step closer to her, closing the distance between us. Her eyes danced up to my Sapphire blue orbs, she swallowed hard, she watched her throat dance in anticipation as her eyes searched mine.

"No, me," I replied. The next thing I felt was my right hand cupping her small waist and pulling her to myself. She did not hesitate, her porcelain skin melted into my hands with ease. It was like she wanted my touch, and had been yearning for my hands on her body.

"Why? Why are you scared of me?" She asked me. Her low and sensual voice caused my crotch to tighten. I fought hard to hide my groan. Surviving the night without taking her might turn out to be impossible, but I had to try. Once I tasted her, I knew I would never be able to stop.

I allowed my eyes to rest on hers as I spoke. I would tell her everything, why I was scared of myself, why she had to be scared of me.

"You have no idea the things I want to do you, do you?" I found myself saying. Her cheeks turned a rosy shade of red, but she did not look away from me.

"How would I know if you do not tell me." She spoke softly, digging her teeth gently into her lower lip.

I cursed out loud.

"You have to stop doing that, Camilla."

"Doing what?"

Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing?

"Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it."

She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face.

"Why? Why can't you stand it?"

Questions, too many questions.
I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips.

"Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm.

"Mister Ivan…"

"If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me.

What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips.

"Then turn around and fuck me."