Page 30 of A Major Puck Up

I glance back toward the bar. From here, the people still mingling are smudges of color. The music and sounds of conversation can barely be heard over the waves. We aren’t alone, but there’s no one even remotely close by.

Ford did tell me to watch out for Millie, right?

“Can I sit with you?”

She eyes the spot beside her in assent.

I put my jacket down on the sand and give her the same kind of look, silently offering it to her, but she merely shrugs. “I’m already sandy. No sense in us both being that way.”

Once I’m settled beside her, legs bent and forearms resting on my knees, she hands me the bottle. Drinking tequila straight from the bottle has no appeal, but now that I’m beside her, I need something to keep my hands and mouth occupied. Because more than anything, I want to kiss her. I want to hold her.

Since I can’t do either of those things, I unscrew the cap and swig. When I pull the bottle away, relishing the way the alcohol burns on its way down, she’s holding out her thumb. Fuck, I’m an asshole. I’ll use any excuse to get closer to her. So I don’t hesitate. I grasp her wrist and suck on her thumb, all the while keeping my eyes locked with hers. Once I release it with a pop, I hum. “Perfect.”

She smiles, her eyes a little hazy, like maybe she had a shot or two at the bar before she wandered out here. She takes the bottle from me, takes a swig, grabs my hand, and licks across my wrist.

The feel of her hot tongue against my skin is almost as incredible as the soft moan she makes.

“Fuck, Peaches,” I curse, my body heating to levels I know it shouldn’t. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Even as I say it, I snag the bottle from her grasp and take another swig, then I push her hair off her shoulder and lick a line right up her neck.

“Someone could catch us.” Her voice is all sex. Breathy and teasing.

I hold her in place, push up her chin, and kiss the space beneath it. “I wouldn’t be able to explain why I had my mouth on you.”

She hums. “No, this is definitely not what my father had in mind when he asked you to spend time with me.”

Now that I have my mouth on her, I can’t stop. “Open,” I say as I lift the tequila bottle.

She parts her lips and, focus fixed on me, sticks out her tongue.

My cock strains against my pants as I pour the liquid straight into her mouth. The second I pull it away, I dive forward and suck on her tongue. And a moment later, the bottle is in the sand, and I’m pulling her onto my lap.

“Oh shit,” she murmurs against my mouth.

Fuck. I can’t stop kissing her.

We’re out in the open. The beach is empty, sure, but I have a dozen or more friends here. Her family and my family are all staying at this resort.

Any one of them could easily be out for a late-night walk. If they stumbled upon us, there would be absolutely no reasonable explanation for why I have Ford’s daughter on my lap. His twenty-two-year-old daughter.

There’s no innocent reason for her to be grinding against my erection. For our lips to be fused like this. For me to be grasping her tits like this.

I squeeze them, pulling a whimper from her.

“Gavin, god.” She throws her head back. Then her lips are brushing mine again. “I need you.”

“I can’t fuck you now that I know who you are.”

It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong.

“Can I fuck you? Can I just?—”

I slam my lips to hers again before she can finish that question. There isn’t a world where I’m not filling her up when she’s begging for it. I slide my hands beneath her dress and pull her panties to the side.

“Take my cock out and ride me, Peaches. Make yourself come. Use me.”

I won’t come. I can’t. But I can’t say no to her either. Can’t deny her.

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