Heated Moments

Jennifer

I was restless, my heart pounding as I adjusted my dress in the mirror of the hangar's restroom. Today was the day I would meet the patriarchs of the Kouris family—an opportunity that didn’t come without nerves.

Lidia and Orion Kouris, the parents of the men who, in different ways, kept my life both interesting and comfortable. I never imagined I would be introduced to them, let alone on such a significant occasion as a trip to Brazil for Petros and Liandra’s wedding.

I took a deep breath before stepping out of the restroom and walking toward the family’s private jet. Nikos, always elegant and composed, was the first to greet me. He placed a hand on my waist and gave me a reassuring smile.

“Relax, Jennifer. My parents can be intimidating, but you’ll do great.”

I nodded, trying to absorb his confidence, even though I was crumbling inside. This wasn’t just any meeting; it was a statement that I was more than a passing fancy. Although, of course, the true nature of my relationship with the Kouris family was far more complex than anyone here could imagine.

Stepping into the jet, I saw Lidia and Orion already seated. Lidia was exactly as I had envisioned: elegant, commanding, with an aura that radiated control. Orion, on the other hand, was quieter, but there was something in his gaze that conveyed wisdom and experience.

Nikos guided me toward them, and before I could introduce myself, he took the lead:

“Mom, Dad, this is Jennifer, my girlfriend.”

Girlfriend. Of course. A barely perceptible smile crossed my lips as I extended my hand to greet them. I should have expected this. They would never tell the full truth, and it didn’t bother me. In fact, I was content. Being introduced as Nikos Kouris’ girlfriend was more than most women could ever dream of.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. and Mr. Kouris,” I said, keeping my voice steady and my smile firmly in place.

“Likewise, Jennifer,” Lidia replied, assessing me with a look that seemed to pierce right through to my soul. “It seems Nikos has good taste.”

I chuckled softly, accepting the veiled compliment. Lidia was direct, a woman who knew what she wanted and had no patience for pretense. Perhaps that’s why, surprisingly, we got along during the flight. We talked about everything, from fashion to business, and I realized she wasn’t just intimidating but also incredibly intelligent and insightful.

The flight was smooth, and Nikos made sure to sit beside me, keeping his hand on mine for most of the journey. It was a simple gesture but conveyed a clear message: he was protecting me, validating me in front of his parents.

Behind it all, of course, was the secret, passionate dynamic I shared with the three Kouris brothers. But at that moment, as we flew over the ocean toward Curitiba, I allowed myself to live the illusion Nikos had created while Demetrius and Icarus kept to the background. It was something easy to accept, even comforting. After all, being with the Kouris family, in any form or context, was already an immeasurable privilege.

When we landed, Lidia turned to me and, with her usual frankness, said:

“I hope you enjoy the wedding, Jennifer. And remember, this family demands loyalty above all else.”

I smiled, keeping my tone light. “Always, Mrs. Kouris.”

Inside, however, I knew loyalty was a flexible concept. And as we stepped into the limousine that would take us to the hotel, I felt once again that I was exactly where I wanted to be.

When we finally arrived at Petros’ apartment, where we would be staying during our time in Curitiba, my only priority was to rest. The Exhaustion of Arrival

The fatigue from the over ten-hour flight seemed to have seeped into my very bones. I barely managed to toss my suitcase into the corner, grab a nightgown, take a hot shower, and collapse onto the bed.

I was out the moment my head hit the pillow.

I woke up hours later, disoriented. The sheets were tangled around me, and for a brief moment, my mind struggled to place where I was. The room was beautiful and well-decorated but impersonal, a stark reminder that this wasn’t home. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I tried to shake off the confusion.

The bed was empty beside me, something that hadn’t happened in a long time. Since moving to Athens, I’d grown used to always having one of the brothers nearby—or all three. Alone, the silence felt strangely heavy.

Grabbing my phone, I called Isadora. I needed to know what decision she had made. We chatted about recent developments, and I was glad to hear she’d made a choice that seemed right for her. Even from a distance, I could sense her satisfaction, which brought me some comfort.

After hanging up, I tossed the phone onto the bed and let sleep take me once again—or almost. A soft sound, like a knock on the door, brought me back to awareness.

Demetrius entered without ceremony, his ever-serious expression intact, though there was something protective in the way he looked at me.

“Are you awake?” he asked, closing the door behind him and crossing his arms.

“I am now,” I replied, adjusting the pillow so I could sit up. “What’s wrong?”

He watched me for a moment, as though analyzing something in his mind. It wasn’t unusual to see him like this; he always seemed to be a step ahead, planning the next move.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

I gave him a small smile. Demetrius could be rigid, but his concern for me was always clear.

“I’m fine. Just tired. The trip was long, and this... silence is a bit strange.” I gestured around the room. “I’m used to having all of you around.”

“You know it won’t last long,” he replied, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “We’re terrible at respecting each other’s space.”

I laughed because he was absolutely right.

Demetrius sat beside me on the bed, his fingers threading gently through my hair before leaning in to inhale its scent. Soon, his hands glided down to my shoulders, tracing a path to my breasts, still covered by my soft blush-pink satin nightgown.

“I love your scent…” he murmured, his hands slipping the nightgown aside to massage my breasts, their sensitive peaks already hardened.

His mouth soon replaced his hands, enveloping me with his lips as he teased my nipples in a way that sent shivers through me. A delicious throbbing began between my legs.

“Oh…” I moaned as Demetrius slid a hand down my body. While his lips lavished attention on my breasts, his fingers skillfully stimulated my clit, driving me wild.

“So sweet…”

“Yes… You’re incredible, darling,” Demetrius said, his voice teasing.

I smiled, despite the way desire had fully consumed me, and decided to return the favor. As Demetrius continued to bring me to the brink of ecstasy, I slipped my hand under the waistband of his pants, freeing his hard length and stroking it from the base to its tip, glistening with anticipation.

Caught up in the moment, we were so lost in each other’s pleasure that I didn’t notice Nikos and Icarus entering the room until I heard their voices.

“Having fun without us?” Nikos teased, a sly grin on his face as he approached.

My eyes lit up with interest because, better than having Demetrius, was having him and his brothers.

"Can we join you?" Icarus asked, standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yes... always..." I managed between moans as Demetrius continued to drive me wild with his hands, even as I lay back on the mattress, ready to extract every ounce of pleasure from these men.

Icarus and Nikos wasted no more time and quickly joined us. While Icarus settled onto the bed, spreading my legs wider, Nikos freed himself from his clothes and pressed himself against my lips, silently urging me to take him in. I complied immediately, letting my tongue and lips work their magic.

We gave in to our desires once again, indulging in each other throughout the afternoon, unbothered by any obligations. And honestly, I had absolutely nothing to complain about.