Page 53 of Escape To Paradise
“What a nice view.” He was wearing pants and a multicolored shirt. He looked handsome as ever.
“I was worried about you.”
“Just business. My prospective buyers looked at three properties, and I also took them around town. And of course, we hung out at a bar for happy hour.”
I walked towards Julian and kissed him on the lips. He smelled like alcohol. In fact, his face was ruddy.
“What’s your plan tonight?” I asked him.
“We could just stay in and do what we love to do.”
“Which is?” I teased him.
“I want to tie you up again.” He grabbed my wrists.
“What are you going to do with me?” I got excited.
“Will pleasure you in so many ways.”
“Good, I can’t wait.”
That night, Julian tied me up and pushed me against the wall. And he made love to me in that position until I couldn’t take it anymore. We had several rounds of lovemaking. Even Benoit, my ex, couldn't do more than one round. But Julian could do it all night. His sexual prowess was amazing. I had never felt more alive than when I was with him.
The following day, we went hiking at the Grand Etang National Park. It was a three-hour hike. My open-toed sandals were not the best hiking shoes, but they were more than sufficient. I used a walking stick, just in case I lost my balance. We had a good time, and when we finished the hike, we went to another bar to get some drinks.
This was going to be my last day with Julian as I had decided to go back to the yacht to prepare for the next charter. Julian wanted to protest but relented. On our last night together, we spent it in the hot tub, constantly making out. He was such a great kisser. He also kissed my neck and my breasts.
In our lovemaking that night, he tied me up again and focused on eating my pussy. It was the most pleasurable experience. I was having multiple orgasms, and it became so intense I wanted him to stop, but he kept on going until I was exhausted.
I placed my head on his chest. He stroked my hair and said, “I think I’m falling for you, Harper.”
I looked up at him and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. He seemed almost wistful. “Is that such a bad thing?”
He didn’t answer. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. I slept to the sound of his breathing and the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Chapter 9
New Direction
Julian almost didn’t want me to go when he dropped me off the yacht. But it was time for me to work. I admit, spending time with Julian was a much-needed escape. A part of me wished I could stay with him longer, but another part of me longed to get back into the action. I also missed my co-workers.
When I got to the yacht, the crew was already there; they had returned the day before. Something had obviously blossomed and escalated between Zofia and Paul because they were standing very close to each other. They also looked at each other like they were fond of each other.
The new captain was due to arrive at noon. When he got on board, we could immediately tell he was in charge. He had a tall stature, red hair and a smile. With a thick Australian accent, he introduced himself as Captain John, and his handshake was very firm.
It seemed like he was going to be as easy-going as Captain Youssef was or even more so. Paul and Zofia took him for a tour of the yacht. Kathleen and I spent the rest of the afternoon prepping for a welcome dinner for the captain.
Our next charter was going to be another long one. This time it would be eight days. We would take a tour of St. Vincent, the Grenadines, and then St. Lucia. And then, back to Grenada.
Julian kept texting me every day, at night, he would Facetime me. He was eager for my return to Grenada to see him. Maverick also kept in touch, asking questions about his business, but also would send me funny text messages. He also asked me when I was going to give him bartending lessons.
The crew got along well with Captain John. He was more gregarious, and he loved to play music. The guests seem to enjoy his company too. Although I liked Captain John, I missed Captain Youssef. I wondered how he was doing, and how his family was doing. I still would watch the sunrise, but this time, by myself. My crewmates wanted to get as much sleep as possible. I was the only one who was eager to wake up early in the morning to catch the sunrise. Perhaps it was because I was making up for lost time. I used to be too busy with building my business, I didn’t spend some quiet time to be with myself.
There were no conversations with Captain Youssef, but I didn’t feel alone. I left voicemails for my mother. I updated her on Julian and Maverick. I told her about how handsome and successful Julian was. I also told her about Maverick, and how he and I had been developing a friendship. I actually looked forward to the funny memes or jokes that he texts me. I told her I was falling in love with Julian, and that Benoit was starting to become a distant memory.
I Facetimed Lisa one night. It was close to bedtime in Colorado, and the boys were getting ready to sleep except there was something they needed help with.
“So, Harper, I’m not good with math,” Lisa revealed. “I failed math. I hate numbers.”
