Page 144 of South Beach Bodyguards

He made a sound of impatience and pulled back. Then he yanked my shirt over my head. My hair covered my eyes then tumbled over my shoulders. He was eyeing my chest with naked desire. “Come here.” He took my hand and pulled me forward to the end of the chaise.

Alejandro stood up and raised me to my feet. “What are we doing?” I murmured.

“Skinny dipping.” He reached behind my back and unlatched my bra. It sprang forward, slipping down my shoulders.

“My turn.” I undid the snap on his shorts and slid the zipper down. I couldn’t resist reaching inside and stroking his erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Just the feel of the pulsating bulge made my mouth water. I wanted to suck him, to take him deep, and make him lose that smirk. I wanted him raw and desperate.

But I wasn’t going on my knees on the tile. I had a better idea.

He kissed me again, while I continued to work on his cock with my palm. Then he was tugging on my pants, forcing them down. “Need help?” I asked.

“Why are these so damn tight? They look fantastic on you, but are a serious cock block,” he asked. “But I don’t need help, thanks. I refuse to give up. It’s my right to get you naked.”

I wasn’t sure that it was but I wasn’t going to argue with him. “You’re very stubborn.”

“No. It’s called intensity.”

Whatever it was, he had my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them. Alejandro slipped my bra straps down my arms and tossed the bra back onto the chaise.

Then he bent over and drew my nipple into his mouth and I gripped his biceps, shocked at how amazing such a simple touch felt. It had been too long since I had experienced this kind of easy desire. I felt like I had been working at it for years, making it happen. This was effortless. I moaned in disappointment when he stepped away. I had felt his cock with my hands, with my body, but I hadn’t really had the opportunity to study Alejandro naked. He was gorgeous. Every inch the charming and sexy man, his body hard and strong.

My hair was tumbling down over my breasts and I felt decadent being outside. The warm breeze was teasing my nipples to taut peaks. “This feels very naughty being outside naked,” I said.

“It’s about to get naughtier.”

I had no doubt.

I wasn’t known for naughty. Despite the fact that I had made a career out of both dancing and as a body double in next to zero clothing, I was a modest person. Max didn’t want me to be a porn star and since then, the men I had been with had been casual relationships and I wasn’t comfortable enough to be totally uninhibited. So here I was standing, thirty freaking years old, and I couldn’t say that I had experienced naughty in the truest sense of the word. It wasn’t that I hadn’t wanted to or wasn’t capable of it, I just hadn’t had the opportunity.

Here was my chance. With Alejandro.

I trusted him.

So I stood there in my panties and heels and let both the breeze and Alejandro kiss my bare skin. When he pinched both of my nipples simultaneously, I gasped. “What was that for?”

“Because it feels good, doesn’t it?”

It did. He was kissing my neck and his grip tightened, rolling my sensitive flesh through his fingers.

I felt it straight in my womb and a rush of warmth was between my thighs. It hurt yet in the best way possible. I felt ridiculously naïve and uncertain, knowing that my sexual education had some serious gaps in it. There was nothing I could do except stand there and let him take the lead. Let him dominate the situation and me. Because he was good at it. He had a path he wanted to walk me down and I was willing.

“There’s music out here,” I said, voice breathy and nervous, as he pulled my earlobe between his teeth and bit at the same time he squeezed my nipples yet again. “Oh geez,” I blurted, without meaning to.

“Oh geez, there’s music? Is that what you mean?” he murmured. “Because I don’t hear any music. Or was it oh geez, that feels good, Alejandro, never stop?”

“I meant it feels good. But if you want music I can turn it on.” I felt the need to play hostess. It was ingrained in me, the desire to make others comfortable. It was because I was craving a home so much. I was envisioning having friends over, entertaining, making appetizers that everyone would love.

But right now I was stupidly nervous and I defaulted to trying to be accommodating. I stepped back. I was the one who needed the damn music. I needed to calm the hell down. “I’ll go put it on.”

For some reason I expected him to stop me. Or maybe I wanted him to stop me. To distract me from my own anxiety. But he didn’t. He just watched me walk over to the outdoor kitchen where there was an iPad in the drawer to work all the lights and music. I had to bend over but once the slow nineties music was playing softly from all corners of the yard, I stood there mostly naked and took a deep bracing breath. I could do this.

It was like owning the stage when I danced. It didn’t matter that the only thing I was wearing was panties and heels. If I had a bikini top on it would be like half the time at work. The difference was though that I didn’t want to play a part. I wanted to be me. The real Miranda. Not a dancer or a body double but just me. A woman who was stealing a few minutes with her man.

Except he wasn’t my man.

Hence the damn nerves.

But I thought about Alejandro inside me. The way his touch drove me wild. I felt my breasts grow heavy, my body tense and tight with need. This was me. This was me wanting him to fuck me hot and hard. This was me wanting to finally, for the first time, know what it meant to be a naughty girl.

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