Runner's Prize
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Young and driven to succeed, Tigh Raines has everything. A barren upscale apartment. His father, the company head, providing far too much advice. And a laser-like focus on the future, one that has no place for the rain-soaked beauty on an isolated park bench. She’s sobbing; he stops. Heat ensues.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic
A good while later, Daniella reappeared at the far side of the ballroom. By then, the lights had dimmed and, with most discussions ended, many of my team had returned to their rooms. On top of the flight, it’d been a helluva long day.
Many of Juergen’s folks still milled around, and a few couples swayed across a small dance floor to a soft jazz medley played by a white-clad quartet. There was no sign of the gruff German’s young wife, and he’d wandered away to take an “important call.” At his taut expression, I’d taken the hint, found a refill, and had been reviewing our options with Doug and Amy.
As they continued talking, their voices faded and my focus shifted to glittery diamonds, shimmering taut red sequins and gleaming black hair. In no rush, her sleek figure drifted through the room. Gone was the wine. Instead, she clasped a slender flute of champagne. As she moved, talking and laughing with each group of Juergen’s people, her shadowed eyes twinkled over its glimmering rim.
Boom! Right then, a bolt struck home in my chest. Sure, stunningly beautiful, she received plenty of admiring looks. Plus, a good many wives wore nervous expressions. However, whenever she flashed her gaze to me, others around her also did. Shiny, sexy, confident, a gorgeous wrecking ball, she swayed through one cluster of minions after another. No question about it, a marketing and communications major, she worked the crowd on my behalf.
At some point, Doug and Amy spoke words at me and disappeared, heading for the exit. Yep, call me well and truly distracted. My heartbeat wouldn’t slow, watching the goddess—my goddess—glide among lesser folk as I sipped the remnants of that damn good whiskey.
By the time she sashayed onto my arm with a sigh, I wore a wide grin. As she sipped from the flute, twinkling bubbles sliding into glistening ruby lips, we scanned the crowd. Still on us, many faces flashed in a glitter-ball’s slow spinning lights.
“Well done,” I murmured. At her soft giggle and tightening grip, I met her blazing eyes. “God, you’re amazing, Daniella.”
“Mi amor, that was so much fun.” Again, she giggled. “I’ve never done anything like that before. Being ... I don’t know how to say in English—La Dama. Or, maybe, as you say, Princessa.”
“My Lady,” I said before tossing back the last of my drink. “But, yeah, also a sexy princess.”
“Si, I am, mi tigre.” She smacked her lips, then pushed into me. “But, um...”
At her voice fading, I looked down to catch her eyes. Though they glimmered, her dark brows were tight.
“What’s the matter?”
“Ai, corazón. Where to start?” She gulped, the flute quivering in her grip. “She is jealous. That old man’s new trophy. They have a prenuptial and an open marriage. Juergen has flings with whatever hot little muñequita catches his eye.”
“Yeah, not surprised. I heard the same thing when he was with his first wife.” After shrugging, I glanced across the dim room to find his hunched form. While he still stood among a crowd of his employees, Annika was nowhere to be seen. “Kinda weird he’d marry one.”
“Don’t be shocked, mi amor.” She clasped me tighter. “The woman is more, hmm, circumspect, I think is the right word.” Although her breathing raced, she kept silent for a while, and when she spoke again, her voice was shaky. “But, uh, she didn’t hold back.”
“About?” I glanced over to find her eyes had grown more intense. At her trembling, my head tilted. “What is it, Daniella?”
“Um...” After a curt exhale, she gulped the remaining champagne before placing the flute on a passing tray and pressing tighter to me. “She wants you, mi amor. She is, uh, muy cachonda. Very horny. She’s got it bad for you.”
“Well, ain’t that just too bad?” I laughed and scanned the room; still no sign of her. “Annika’s made her choice, marrying a fat, older man. Besides, I’m already spoken for.”
“Si, you are.” She sighed. “Y Gracias a Dios for that.”
Once she quieted again, I started to relax, but when she stiffened, I looked down to find her gnawing at her shiny lips.
“What else?”
“I told her she could come to your suite, mi amor.”
Every sound in the world died amid the roar in my skull. The entire room ... rippled. Frozen, brown eyes glimmering, she’d become a statue. In glittery red, a gorgeous wrecking ball of a mannequin.
Over and over, my brain attempted to find words. My lips shook, trying to unleash them. Except, with images and thoughts tumbling in my skull, no sounds would come forth. Chest thumping, I once again scanned the ballroom’s thinning crowd.
Annika still hadn’t reappeared.
“Why?” at last slipped from me in a whisper.
“Because she’s the key, mi amor.”
With a slow sigh, she rolled from my arm to push glistening sequins and overflowing full globes into my chest. Her whimper met my quiet groan. Yeah, my trousers throbbed, and as she pressed her pelvis into me, her shaking lips, shimmering rubies, promised so much. God, she was stunning.
“If you make her happy...” She rose for a quick press of her soft mouth to mine. “Well, she’ll convince Juergen to make the deal.”
“She said that?”
“Not with words, no, bebé.” Eyes devouring my soul, she ran her tongue along my lower lip. “But a woman can tell.”
“You’re crazy,” I murmured, caressing the silken bare skin of her back. Goosebumps erupted under my drifting palms. “How did...” I shook my head. “Nah, can’t do that. Not with you—”
“She, um...” Her shiny white teeth nipped at my shaking chin. “Annika wouldn’t mind if I was also there, corazón.”
“Oh, you mad sexy woman.” I chuckled under my breath. “Really, Daniella? You hit on her?”
“Si.” She giggled, and yeah, her breath smelled of alcohol. “Well, she asked first. I said, ‘yes, maybe, but’”—with a low moan, she tapped her soft, full lips to mine again—”I’d have to ask my tiger. That got her very nervous.” Another giggle escaped, louder yet also tinged with anxiety. “And much, much hornier.”
“So, what now?” My eyebrow arched. “She waiting for your call?”
After a slow nod, she squinted through the crowd at Juergen. “Her husband will not be home for a few days. Flight to Greece tonight. He’s got business. Nothing to do with this deal, she said.”
“Hmm,” I murmured, scanning the distant German.
Did I trust his wife? Greek angle? Who could he meet there? All day, he’d not changed his position, or even really defined it. So, what did he possess? A hole card of some kind?
“Amor?”