Page 36 of Tempting the Dhampir

The temptation to rub one out to thoughts of her was strong, but it feels like a challenge to myself to not give in. If I climax, I want to do so while touching her amazing body and looking into her beautiful blue eyes. It would just be that much sweeter.

I thankfully don’t have to worry about her going hungry since I requested that the suite be fully stocked. Not only loading the fridge in the kitchen with food, but also ensuring each bedroom’s fridge was filled with healthy and not-so-healthy treats. I didn’t want Sadie to have to ask for anything, but rather have it readily available. Now I can pat myself on the back for my forethought.

By the time I emerge from my room, it’s late morning and Sadie is already awake. Not just awake, but she’s in our suite’s pool on the balcony.

In a bikini.

A very tiny metallic-looking bikini that only covers the bare minimum.

She looks like sheer perfection, sitting on the step, leaning back on her elbows with her bottom half in the water. Sunglasses shielding her eyes from the harsh sun.

The glass balustrade in front of her grants an unobstructed view of the Strip, the crisp blue of the cloudless desert sky dwarfing the buildings stretching up like colossal metal thumbs beneath.

Sadie resembles an avenging angel looking down on her domain, plotting her conquest.

I could stare at her all day and not get tired of it. She could ask me to do her bidding, and I’d be all too happy to jump. I have this innate desire to make her happy.

With that thought in mind, I trudge to the suite’s kitchen to make some coffee. Desperately in need of caffeine to distract me from the stunning image of her, I turn the machine on.

The noise has her looking over her shoulder at me, noticing me for the first time.

Shifting her sunglasses on top of her head, Sadie squints at me and calls through the open balcony door, “Any chance you can make me an iced caramel latte?”

“Sure,” I say hoarsely and clear my throat. Then I add, “I already told the staff how you like to take your coffee, so all the ingredients should be here.”

“You’re a lifesaver, thank you.” She beams.

I go about making our coffees but look up when, out of the corner of my eye, I notice movement. I’m so floored by the sight of her bare ass in the air that I drop the cup I’m holding, only for my reflexes to kick in at the last moment, grabbing it before it smashes to the ground.

“That’s not playing very fair.” My throat bobs with a hard swallow, and I resume making the coffee, trying to appear less rattled than I feel.

I wasn’t sure Sadie heard me until I see the smirk on her face as she towels off the rest of her body. She definitely knows what she’s doing.

“What’s wrong, zooms? Don’t like my bikini?” She asks playfully as she flicks the string of her top and drops her towel onto a nearby chair.

“It’s fine,” I say a bit gruffly.

“Just fine?” Sadie saunters into the kitchen and looks up at me, fluttering her eyelashes.

I know she’s baiting me, but the image of her bending down to dry her legs will be imprinted on my brain for the rest of time.

“Maybe, um, don’t turn around, or gods forbid, bend down in front of me again? Please?”

Sadie gives me an innocent look, her lips all pouty but with mischievous intent very clearly dancing in her eyes. “You mean like this?”

She turns around and languidly bends at the waist, brushing her fingers along her legs all the way down to her toes, flips her hair to one side, and peeks at me over her shoulder. Then, she wiggles her peachy butt at me.

My heart just about stops. I press a fist to my mouth to keep my words from spilling out.

That tiny thong hides nothing. I can see the outline of her pussy lips between her legs, lewdly begging me to touch, to stroke.

A groan rumbles out of my chest with a muffled “Sweetheart.”

Batting her eyelashes at me, Sadie asks, “Are you ready to beg?”

That jerks me right out of it and I return my attention to her coffee.

“Nice game. I see what you’re doing.”

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