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For the second day in a row, Aidan awakened with his body demanding immediate attention. Yesterday, his stomach begged for sustenance. Today, the body part calling for relief lay a hand-span lower—his tireless dick. He glanced down and sure enough, the junk between his legs was tenting his sweats.
A moan and a tug of the sheets from his bed companion’s side confirmed his guess. In her sleep, Madeleine had rubbed her magnificent ass against his trigger-happy cock and, as if pre-programmed, it automatically turned on. Stud Ryan ready for action.
A wry grin formed on Aidan’s face as he rolled to his back. Madeleine had called him a stud. Okay, she said the Filipino coffee variant literally translated to stud in English. She’d also proceeded to make him feel like one.
If he was a stud, she was a temptress. Coming four or five times in one night hadn’t happened to him since he was in his early twenties. At thirty-six, he was supposed to have less stamina. Not these past two nights. Not with Madeleine.
Aidan turned his head to appreciate his lover’s sleeping form. With the blanket enveloping her, he could only see her hair, but he knew her to be naked. She didn’t snore or talk in her sleep. Neither did she take up the entire bed. She’d adjusted quickly to having him in her bed. If he was being honest, so had he.
He didn’t mind this. Waking up next to her. There was no urge to run. Surprising after only two days. Also unexpected. Was he ready to make space in his life for a relationship? Something to think about in the new year. Not now.
He reached for the strings of his sweatpants to loosen them and take his cock in his hand. It only took a few pumps for it to be engorged again. Thoughts of future romance could happen later. At present, his hard-on was his focus. He had two choices—rub one out or wake Madeleine for a more enjoyable climax. His cock throbbed on his second thought. Clear winner right there.
Last night, Madeleine had said he was hers until tomorrow. It was already tomorrow. They only had a few hours left. Sixteen hours max if his estimation was correct. They didn’t have a lot of time to waste.
Aidan reached for a rubber from the bedside table. Rooting around in the nearly empty box, he counted three remaining foil packets. If not for the highly satisfying oral sex, they’d have finished the lot already. He plucked one out, tore it open, and suited up after shucking his clothes off in record time.
“Aidan,” Madeleine breathed his name out, her voice husky with sleep. His bouncing about woke her. She started to face him, but he stopped the movement with a hand on her shoulder. When she stilled, he slid his hand to cup her breast and nibbled on her fragrant neck.
Reaching her ear, he whispered, “We haven’t done it this way yet.” He scooted closer and pressed his erection against her blanket-covered curves.
“You’re insatiable,” she said. A hand closed around his latex-covered cock. “And presumptuous.” Her tone changed to teasing. “What if I’m not ready?”
She’d always been ready and willing. It was almost addictive seeing how fast she responded to his touch. “There’s only one way to find out.” He swept the blanket off her nude body and thrust two fingers from behind, eliciting a gasp. Molten heat soon coated his digits. “What if you are?”
Madeleine turned her head and kissed his chin. “If I am ready ...” She bent her right knee and opened her thighs. “You have to get set ...” A squeeze of his cock before releasing it. “And go.”
As if he heard the fire of the starting gun, Aidan went. He plunged into Madeleine’s welcoming sheath, paused only for one second to savor the snug fit, and increased his speed. Spurred by her sexy groans and pulsating climax, he raced to the finish.
11:00 am
The leather bag was already closed. It had remained open since Aidan brought it into the bedroom on Friday night. He’s leaving. Maddie dropped the pouch of coffee she’d promised Aidan on top of it and covered her mouth before a sob managed to escape. Her gaze turned to the bed where a set of clothes—a gray dress shirt, black slacks, white briefs, and black socks—awaited their wearer. Travel clothes. Going-away clothes. She sat on the side of the bed to smooth a crease on the shirt. It needed ironing.
A film of moisture blurred Maddie’s vision. She blinked twice, not allowing the tears to fall. Of course, Aidan was leaving. Today was Sunday. Their weekend fling ended today. She swiped at the wetness on her cheeks. None of this sniveling, she scolded herself. She was Maddie Duvall. Beautiful, successful, rich. She didn’t cry over a tryst. She hadn’t before. She wouldn’t now.
This was an all-physical, no-strings-attached, short affair. A one-night stand that got extended to two nights. It had begun as an impulse, her own play at carpe diem after seeing Krista’s success with her new motto. Close body contact on the jet ski, long looks during dinner on Wednesday night, electricity every time their bodies touched on the plane and on the rideshare home—they all gave her the motivation to invite him here. And she didn’t regret it a single bit.
Good thing she’d kept this weekend a secret. Good thing she hadn’t told Aidan about her new job in Singapore. This needed to be a clean break. No “See you soon” and no exchange of contact details. This tryst began and ended here in BGC. This—
“Madeleine.”
Maddie jumped to her feet. She hadn’t heard Aidan come out of the bathroom. In the time she’d been talking to Krista, he’d showered and shaved.
“Are you all right?” He approached the bed and reached for his briefs, putting them on under the towel like he did the other night.
He was so modest. Except for short periods of nudity, he was always fully clothed. Even in bed. Like now, in the slacks and white t-shirt he just donned. White t-shirt?
“Madeleine, you okay?” Aidan repeated, standing in front of her and feeling her forehead with the back of his hand.
“I’m fine.” She clasped his hand and gave it a squeeze. “Your shirt is wrinkled,” she said, inclining her head toward the gray cotton, the only article of clothing he hadn’t worn yet.
“I was planning to hang it to shake the worst of the creases out, but I couldn’t find a hanger and I didn’t want to invade your closet without asking first.”
He wasn’t presumptuous at all. This guy was raised right. “I can iron it for you.” It had been years since the last time she used an iron, but surely she could remember how.
Aidan picked up the shirt and snapped it once like a matador waving a cape at a bull. “No need. No one will notice at night.”
Night? Her heart leaped in her chest. He wasn’t leaving yet. They had a few more hours. She turned away to hide her smile, forcing herself to walk normally rather than skip. “I’ll get you a hanger.”
He met her in the bathroom to hang the shirt on the shower rod. “Thank you,” he said, a serious expression on his face. “For the hanger, the coffee, and—”
“You can take me out to lunch,” she interrupted before he thanked her for the weekend. It smacked too much of goodbye. As she realized a few minutes ago, she wasn’t ready for that yet.
She also wasn’t ready to go back to bed. A couple of hours after their dawn sex, it had been her turn to wake him with her hands fisting his cock and her mouth eager to taste him for what she’d thought was the final time.
Now that she had a few more hours with him, she wanted to show Aidan other facets of her personality. If they happened to bump into each other in Singapore, she wanted him to remember her as being more than a pretty face and a great lay. “We can go for a drive to my university. It’s one of the nicest places in the Greater Manila Area. It’s less polluted and there are fantastic restaurants in the area. Traffic is usually light on Sundays.”
“I’d be happy to treat you to lunch. But if you have a car, why did we walk to the mall and take a cab back yesterday?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The walk I didn’t mind. I needed the exercise.”
“Because I don’t like parking there. The spaces are too narrow. I didn’t want to scratch my car.” She led the way to the living room.
“Is your car a Porsche?” he asked once they were seated.
“How did you know?” He still hadn’t returned to their table when she’d offered this condo and her car to Krista as her birthday gifts.
“I saw your billboard on the way here while sitting in traffic. Do you still model?”
“No. I came out of retirement for that one ad.” When he made a motion for her to go on, she continued. “My public relations company asked me to stand-in for the future model for the pitch. The client loved it so much, he chose us and our sister advertising agency to handle the entire marketing campaign for them. He also insisted I stay on as the endorser. The company didn’t pay me for the modeling because I’m an employee. I received a huge discount on the car instead.”
“Win-win. You’re a walking advertisement for the car,” he said, admiration in his voice.
“Yes.” Maddie couldn’t tell Aidan she had to return the Porsche to the dealership before the end of the year. If she revealed that, she also had to tell him the reason why. What if she told him about Singapore and he wasn’t interested in picking up the affair? That would crush her.
“I missed a call from my brother while I was in the shower. He didn’t leave a message or send a text. When I called back, he didn’t pick up. Do you know what that’s about?” Aidan asked.
“Blake is probably driving. They’re on their way back from Quezon. He might have wanted to tell you that he asked Krista’s parents’ permission to take her to New York for the holidays and they gave their blessings.” Her best friend had gushed with excitement on the phone. Krista’s dream to go to the top of the Empire State Building was finally coming true. Her favorite movie was An Affair to Remember and could quote several lines from it by heart.
“Meet the parents part two,” Aidan said. “They’re moving fast.”
“Carpe diem,” Maddie said, the Latin aphorism coming to mind once more.
“Seize the day,” Aidan echoed with the commonly known English translation. “It fits.”
“So, you do approve,” she said, recalling their Friday night conversation.
“I agree with the decisiveness of their actions. I’m the same way myself. And so, I believe, are you.”
“Must be the Scorpio.”
Aidan shook his head. “Blake is a Capricorn. He’s usually cautious when it comes to serious relationships.”
“Must be love, then,” Maddie said, hoping Aidan didn’t hear the longing in her voice. She’d never been in love. In lust, yes. Like with Aidan. But love was still elusive. Maybe next year in Singapore, she’d find love.
Aidan didn’t answer right away. Just stared at her intently. “Must be,” he finally agreed.
That got deep. Time to change the subject. “Will you be in New York for the holidays too?”
“I don’t plan that far ahead. I can’t.”
If he didn’t plan seven weeks in advance, he wouldn’t commit to seeing her in Singapore. Would he even be there when she arrived? What if he got re-assigned? Keeping quiet was the most prudent decision. “Is it a military thing?”
“Mainly. Uncle Sam controls my schedule. If I don’t get deployed and if my workload is light, I’ll go. It’s the annual family reunion of the Ryans and O’Connors. There are birthdays, Christmas, and a new year to celebrate. And maybe this year, an engagement as well.”
A New York engagement between Krista and Blake? That wouldn’t surprise Maddie at all. But that was still almost two months away. She could drop ideas in Blake’s head before the pair left for the US. At this moment, however, her priority was the Ryan brother beside her. It was Aidan’s last day here. She was going to make it a day he’d remember for months to come.
2000
The wrapper crinkled as Aidan pulled out the condom. He held it between two fingers and showed it to Madeleine, who was lying on her side facing him. “The last one.”
Her lips seemed to tremble before she spoke. “Let me do the honors.”
Aidan handed it to her and watched as she smoothed the latex over his erection. The second she let go, he lifted her leg to position himself and sealed their connection in one surge. He captured her gasp with his mouth, breathing her in even as he poured as much of himself into his kiss. This would be no quickie. He’d feed the flame as long as he could.
This twelfth time was their last here in the Philippines. In Singapore, they’d start back at one. He would not say goodbye because they would meet again. He would make sure of it.
He knew about Madeleine’s move there at the beginning of the year even though she never breathed a word of her promotion to him the entire weekend. Not during their tour of her university, nor at their long lunch, not even after their return here. He learned plenty about her friends, travels, and some of her clients and events. All great. He liked her even more for all those.
He understood her reticence. On Friday, she’d assured him she wouldn’t make demands on him beyond this weekend. She was only being true to her words. That he respected.
Still, he already knew because Krista had told him. She made him promise to take care of her best friend. He’d vowed to do only what Madeleine would allow.
Right now, all Madeleine allowed was access to her body. She was hiding her face, avoiding his gaze. What would he see in her eyes if he raised her chin? Sadness? Regret? Love?
The thought of the last had his cock throbbing inside her tight sheath. After three days? Unlikely. Lust, definitely. He pulled out an inch and thrust back. Her inner muscles clenched around him. He soothed her, caressing her back, her spectacular ass. Memorizing the feel of her skin, her scent, the sounds she made. In response, she rocked her hips back and forth. Oh, no, she was not going to rush him.
He moved his hand to her face and tilted it. Her eyes were closed. They flew open when he retreated a few inches until only the tip of his shaft remained inside her.
“I had a great weekend, Madeleine. Thanks for inviting me,” he said, sliding in as slowly as he could bear. This, as much as everything else, was the reason he’d show up at her doorstep in Singapore, wherever that may be. To pick up where they left off. To continue their fling for longer than a weekend. Until then, he’d respect her desire for secrecy. No text, no email, no contact at all. They’d start back at one.
“Thanks for coming, Aidan,” she said. Her eyes twinkled and her lips widened in a smile.
He knew what she was going to say and what she was planning to do. He stole the words by kissing her again. He let her lead so she could reach her satisfaction. After she stopped shuddering, after he finished shaking, she whispered in his ear.
“Twelve times.”
9:00 pm
The snick of the door closing behind Aidan jolted Maddie awake as if it had been a slam.
He’s gone.
Without saying goodbye. Without knowing she was moving to Singapore in January.
How could he when she feigned sleep as soon as he slid off the bed to clean up? That she actually fell asleep was entirely her own fault. If he’d said something, there was no way for her to know. Aaargh!
Silly, silly Maddie. You’ve had your sexy weekend. You’ve carpe diemed. It’s over. Move on.
She rolled to Aidan’s side of the bed and grabbed his pillow. His scent still lingered. She’d move on tomorrow. Or when she couldn’t smell him anymore. Maybe at the end of the month when she changed her bedsheets. Not just yet.
Maddie sat up, clutching the pillow in her arms. Something caught her eye on his bedside table. She reached for it and frowned. Aidan’s unused box of condoms. “What does it mean?”
She set it aside and slid down on his side to search for a note. Nothing around the table. Maybe it fell. She knelt to check under the bed. Still nothing. Not where his bag had been either. She had to accept the truth. Aidan didn’t leave a note.
“Aaargh!” This time, Maddie yelled her frustration. She sat back on the floor and dropped her forehead to her knees. “Damn you, Aidan Ryan,” she whispered. “I’ll forget about you. So completely that If I see you in Singapore, I won’t even have to pretend I didn’t know you.”
Yeah right, Mad. Keep telling yourself lies. You might actually believe them.
Maddie sighed. Her conscience was right. She’d never forget this weekend. She’d never forget Aidan.
Her move to Singapore was two months away. She didn’t know what the new year would bring. If they met again, she’d deal with it the best she could.
Whatever will be, will be.
To Be Continued in Singapore Fling.