Page 30 of Alpha Bait

"I didn't know who you were either," she replied.

"So we can only assume this attraction happened organically, right?"

She folded her arms, still concerned, but she nodded.

"Great," I replied, "then this isn't a betrayal. We could pretend you're still a mysterious hottie in a yellow bikini and I'm still --"

"Mr. Seersucker suit," she chuckled.

"I don't have any ill intentions here, Indie."

"Neither do I," she replied.

"I understand, you'll want us to keep this quiet."

"Yes," she nodded, "Whatever this is..."

I made my move, rushing to grab her by the hips and kissing her. I couldn't hold back a moment longer. Indie grew more flustered, more agitated and closer to talking herself out of the hotel room and out of my grasp. I couldn't allow that to happen. When I'd spotted her on the yacht, the music had faded to a background din, the women around me blended into the shadows on the deck of the boat. No one could have taken my eyes off her.

She didn't protest the kiss but when we came up for air, she gazed up at me distressed.

"This is wrong," she whispered as her fingers tapped on my chest.

"Does it feel wrong?" I asked her.

"Oh God no..."

She kissed me again, then pulled away, reluctantly pressing her forehead to my chest.

"I've been waiting to kiss you again since the beach," I confessed.

"Me too," she replied, "but my family -- what will my family think?"

"You're still worried about that?" I teased.

"Of course!"

"Then I'm not doing a good job of taking your mind off your troubles."

I reached around, grabbing her buttocks and lifting her off the ground in spite of her protests. She squealed and I pressed her against a wall, propping her up with one arm and kissing her. I caressed her cheek as we kissed and my hand wandered along the curve of her bosoms and her hip.

Her body pressed against mine activated a pulsating hot urgency within me. My hardness stiffened in my pants. Indie's legs wrapped around my torso, squeezing me tightly as I held her. I knew she could feel me growing harder and the hot desperation to make love to her had ignited with the haste of lightning.

I reached for the buttons on her shirt.

"Nice shirt," I muttered, my lips sucking on a bit of flesh on her neck.

Through her moans, she replied, "thanks..."

"It's so formal... tells me that you're a good girl at heart."

"Me?" She giggled, "I'm not a good girl."

"You think you're a bad girl huh?" I replied, squeezing her ass cheeks harder.

She moaned and nodded, "yes..."

"You want me to fuck you like a bad girl then?"

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