Runner's Prize
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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
In the morning, a rapid tap of my phone silenced the alarm just before it would have sounded. Early follow-on meetings awaited with the minions he’d left behind until Juergen capitulated. Or Hell froze over as dad had grumbled before seeing me off.
Despite the memory of Annika’s slender frame snuggling against me during the night, she was gone. Only a cooling section of the mattress remained, and nothing but silence came to my ears.
“So, only a diversion after all,” I murmured, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
After a quick glance at Daniella, still facing the foot of the bed, but with her pelvis lowered, I had a quiet stretch, bar the cracking tendons. Once out of the sheets, I slid a pillow beneath her head and prepared for the day ... which wasn’t easy. Every glance at her sleeping form caused my heart to stagger ... and my mind crunched, processing all she’d said and ... What had she been about to say? Well, with her soft snores unrelenting, no way would I awaken her, not after that amazing ... event.
Again in a suit, that time one of dark blue pinstripes, I walked from the bedroom to check the rest of the suite. Not that I’d expected anything, but no sign of the petite blonde remained out there, either. Such as they were, her clothes were gone. Not even a note.
“Yep, we’d been only a diversion,” I muttered with a shrug before flashing a smile at the earliest, golden rays of sunshine.
Not like anyone had suffered. Yet, my chest stiffened as I headed for the exit, glancing into the dark bedroom. My sexy wrecking ball would be sad, disappointed, and hurt. That had the grin fading and drew a heavy sigh from me as I slipped into the hallway.
As soon as I strode into the hotel restaurant, other sleepy faces lifted from a large round table at the far end of the room. Doug flashed a tired smile. Beside him, Amy pulled away from his deputy with a gulp and red cheeks. So, I wasn’t the only one to have found extra company for the night.
No, I didn’t comment.
As we ate, all of us soon burrowed deep, analyzing a few stupid details Juergen’s team had sent overnight. More attempts to stall.
After we’d made our way to a smaller conference hall, his people arrived. Handshakes and the usual greetings done, we hammered at each other, but both sides recognized the only roadblock.
The one in Greece.
Yeah, heat flared on my face; I was getting a little pissed. Juergen’s deputy, Hans Becker, tried to keep the discussions going, but at last I stood, gesturing to Doug.
“Fuck it. We’re out.” I shot a tight-browed look at the flabbergasted German. “Tell your goddamn boss he had his chance. He’s not the only one courting the fucking Chinese.”
Not my proudest moment, and sure, I could blame lingering exhaustion. Plus, I hadn’t run or worked out, unless you counted Daniella and Annika, in several days. Nah, it was far simpler than that: my patience with Juergen’s stupid little games had run out, like the final trickle of a fading rivulet in a desert—a damn hot one.
The sooner we moved on to Berlin and Copenhagen, the better. Not that I expected much from the second German stop. Although not Haas’s official partner, Dettmer International flopped around in the same small puddle of high-end financial companies.
And Denmark? Well, it’d be no more than a consolation prize. For a variety of reasons. With Juergen a flaming asshole, there was no love lost between him and Erich Gimber, but the Dane had little to offer. Any concession from him would only be better than returning empty-handed.
Face heated and fists tight, I headed for the hall’s exit. As I glared at Hans, Doug and the other team members fell in behind me. Right as I reached the doorway, the universe decided to fling out a card.
After a curt cough clearing his throat, the German shoved back his chair.
“Tigh! Wait.” Phone high in his hand, he rose and dashed after me. “Look at this.”
One text. Three words. From Juergen.
Make the deal.
Wow, we hadn’t been a diversion for his wife. My heart thundered. While doing my best to keep a calm demeanor, I returned to the table. We had the documents signed by lunch.
After Juergen’s people departed, a brief huddle with Doug led to a decision: shitcan the rest of the Europe trip. The Haas deal had always been the prize. Berlin wouldn’t add much other than complications. And one day, we’d get Gimber’s Danes on board, but we didn’t need him right then.
No idea how many heavy sighs of relief left me as I strode to the suite. With the earliest flights not until later, we had a few free hours. That hot tub was screaming my name.
“Hmm, could also use the gym,” I murmured, easing the door open.
Except Daniella appeared. White-toothed broad smile. Blazing brown eyes. Gleaming dark hair atop her head in a messy bun. That ridiculously tiny bikini. With a tumbler held out for me in one hand, the other clasped a wineglass before her ruby lips.
Yeah, with orange sunlight shimmering off her bare shoulders, silhouetting the shape of a goddess, all thoughts of anything but her vaporized. Gym? What gym?
“Mi amor! You did it.” She pranced closer to press her mouth to mine.
“How did—” I took the glass from her.
“Muñequita called. Anya, um, had a wonderful time.” She giggled, then purred, dragging her full tits along my suit. “Mmm, so did I, mi tigre.”
“Yeah, wasn’t so bad.” I chuckled, then slid from her as she tapped my chest with her fist and laughed.
It hadn’t been. Not one second of the trip did I regret, Juergen’s assholery included. Without that, perhaps his wife might never have confided in Daniella, and the deal would never have been struck.
Later, after settling into our seats on the jet, I sighed. A wave of relaxation sliced through me, not only being close to Daniella, again in the window seat beside me, but also, just as she’d said, Annika had paid off. As I caught her hooded gaze, I exhaled once more, memories flooding my exhausted mind.
Earlier, with both of us yawning, the afternoon had been nothing but a long, relaxing soak in the tub’s pulsating heated jets. Well, her top had crumpled in my roaming hands while hers had played in my trunks. Sensual and languid, more playful teasing than anything else. Yet, the whole time, she’d sent sidelong glances my way.