Page 10 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Scrubbing the last remnants of sleep from my face, I remind myself that I’m on vacation, so the usual rules don’t apply. Like I said last night, what happens in the islands stays in the islands.

She stirs next to me, and I’m torn from my thoughts about my life back at home. We had a great time last night, but what’s going to happen today? Again, my usual routine is to be gone before this becomes an issue I have to think about, but I can’t deny I’d like to spend more time with her.

I roll over and stare up at the white ceiling. I wish I knew her name. I don’t know why, but it feels like I should call her something other than her and she. That she decided we shouldn’t know one another’s names means she’s probably hiding something. A husband? Maybe. She doesn’t look like anyone famous, so I don’t think that’s the reason she wants to keep her identity a secret.

Not that I should care. We’re both interested in a good time and nothing more, so what does knowing her name do for me?

“You look like a man lost in thought.”

I turn my head to look over at her and shrug. “Not really. Just trying to wake up.”

She sits up and runs her hand through her dark hair. “I’m one of those people who wake up immediately. I bet your butler can bring you some coffee. I’m going to grab a shower.”

I watch her walk across the room toward the outdoor shower and can’t take my eyes off her. Damn, that’s a fine ass. The rest of her is great too. Just looking at her makes me hard, so I throw off the covers and follow her outside.

As she stands under the water, I say, “Mind if I join you?”

Looking back at me over her shoulder, she smiles. “I had a feeling you were one of those people who needs an hour or two to really wake up. Guess I was wrong, huh?”

“Actually, I usually am, but something about this morning is different.”

I could tell her that seeing her naked again has made me want to fuck her for the fourth time. Or maybe it’s the fifth? I lost count somewhere in the middle of the night. No matter. Whatever number it is, just being around her makes my brain want nothing more than to have her again.

“Well, jump in, so to speak.”

I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her wet body. She fits perfectly against me, like she was made just for me. That’s utter nonsense, of course. The stuff of Hallmark cards and that channel my mother used to watch where every story was about true love and people made for one special soul.

Still, I like how she feels pressed up against my body. I tilt my hips and push my hard cock against that plump ass of hers as my eyes close.

“Mmmm…this is my idea of how to wake up,” I moan and nuzzle the spot between her neck and shoulder just above her collarbone.

Wiggling her ass against me, she asks, “Better than coffee?”

Her skin tastes salty and sweet, like she’s been rolling in something sugary. “Definitely. I’ll take this over caffeine any day.”

My hands slide up her body to cup her breasts while the warm water of the shower gently rains down on us. She reacts by backing up into me, making me want to be inside her. This foreplay is nice, but my morning hard-on wants what it wants, and that’s her perfect cunt right now.

“You’re making it very hard to wash myself,” she says with a giggle.

I set my hands on her hips and squeeze as need courses through me. Sliding my cock between her legs, I moan in her ear, “I’ll tell you what. After we’re done, I’ll wash your hair and anything else you want me to wash.”

Turning in my hold, she looks up at me with disbelief in her eyes. “Wash my hair? I don’t think I can turn that down. You have no idea how relaxing it is to have your hair washed for you.”

“Then it’s a deal. Another round of phenomenal sex followed by my best hair washing technique.”

Her hand glides over my chest and down over my stomach before she palms my hard cock. “You have a technique? Is this something you do often?”

I laugh at her not-so-sly attempt to find out something about me. “We’re supposed to be lying, but you’re forcing me to tell the truth again. I don’t wash women’s hair often, to be honest.”

She studies my face for a long moment, likely trying to figure out if I’m lying or being sincere, before standing on her tiptoes to kiss me as water rolls down between us. “I’ll give you a chance to show me this technique. A man who likes to wash a woman’s hair is very sexy.”

I press my mouth to hers and kiss her long and deep, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like champagne, even though we haven’t had a sip of that for hours. I suck on the tip of her tongue, playfully teasing her.

She rakes her fingernails down my back and stops at my waist. Every inch she touches sends waves of desire through me, making waiting any longer impossible. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me. A second later, I ease into her and close my eyes to revel in how perfect she feels.

“Mmmm…this is definitely the best way to wake up,” she whispers in my ear.

“Definitely.”

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