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Ella must be feeling the same way because she grips my shoulders, moaning softly and closing her eyes. Holding tight to her hips, I use my hold on her body to create the leverage I need in order to thrust in and out of her. I do so slowly at first, reveling in the expression of pure ecstasy on Ella’s face. And then I start pumping faster, my fingers digging into the flesh on Ella’s hips as I practically slam her down onto me over and over again.

She cries out softly, obviously trying to keep her voice down. “Shhhh, sweetheart,” I remind her. I’d cover her mouth like last time if I didn’t need to keep hold of her like this.

I pump faster, feeling my pleasure building and building. But I want Ella to come first. I need her to.

“Touch yourself,” I demand in between thrusts.

She opens her eyes, looking at me quizzically.

“Touch yourself,” I repeat. “Your breasts, your clit, whatever’s going to make you cum.” I’d do it myself if I had a free hand.

She hesitates for just a second before obeying, keeping one hand on my shoulder to steady herself while one ventures beneath the water, between her legs.

“Good girl,” I praise, and that same spark of desire lights in her eyes.

I watch her expression closely as I continue thrusting. She closes her eyes, her moans becoming more and more high pitched. She bobs in the water as I thrust in and out of her, the bare tips of her breasts—exposed from when I’d pulled down her bikini top earlier, and only propped up by the fabric bunched beneath them—breaking the surface again and again, pink and erect.

Her expression hardens, looking almost pained, and with a final cry, I can see her climax rushing though her, her pussy clenching around my cock. It’s then that I let myself go, letting the ecstasy wash over me as I empty myself inside of her.

Ella collapses against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and resting her head on my shoulder. I breathe heavily, panting for air. I glance around. I can see the others haven’t moved from where they were just a few minutes ago, and none are looking in our direction. No one knows what just happened between us.

Or that it’s going to continue happening if I have anything to do with it.

After a few seconds, Ella unwraps herself from around me, hopping back down to the ocean floor. She shoots me one of those adorably shy smiles while she repositions her bikini top and slides on her bottoms.

“I’m kind of hungry,” she says. “How about we go track down some lunch?”

I grin. “Anything for the wife.”

Chapter 14

Ella

I lay on a beach towel, soaking up the sun, my toes wiggling in the sand. I sip from a can of coke, glancing over at Alec and his brothers as they play some sort of beach volleyball game—whatever game a group of three can come up with. So far, it’s including some shouting and laughing hysterically—at least on Aiden’s part.

Marcus and Julia are off strolling the beach hand in hand, which leaves Olivia, Lilly, and I to sunbathe in the loungers and on beach towels.

“Want some peach slices?” Lilly offers from beside me.

I sit up, reaching over to grab a few peach slices from the Tupperware container she’s holding out. “Thanks,” I say.

“You and Alec seem to be getting along well,” Lilly comments. Her expression is one I can’t quite read. She’s smiling, but it seems mischievous.

I freeze, immediately thinking back to what we’d done barely an hour ago. Had they noticed? Did they know what we did? I can feel myself growing red just thinking about it. Shit. I’m sure she and Olivia are at least noticing that.

Lilly chuckles. “Don’t freak out,” she says softly. “It just seems like Alec really likes you.”

“Well, we’re supposed to act like we like each other,” I say casually. Which is true. But I wonder if everyone else has sensed the shift since last night.

“I’ve known Alec for a few years,” Olivia chimes in. “And I know when he’s being genuine or not.”

I pretend to busy myself with taking a sip of Coca-Cola, processing her words. Could Alec actually like me? Do I like him? The last twenty-four hours has been a complete and utter whirlwind. I went from hating the guy to letting him fuck my brains out.

And I want to let him do it again.

I bite my lip. “You think he actually likes me?”

“He definitely likes you as a person. Which is, in itself, a hard thing to accomplish when it comes to Alec,” Lilly says with a laugh.

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