Page 226 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Don’t lie to me now, Zoë.” His firm stare and raised brow give me pause. They also make my stomach flip. His ‘look’ is pretty damn hot for a submissive girl like me.
“I wasn’t myself when I wrote it.” I flip onto my stomach and start to swim back to shore before he can ask me any more about it because I hate lying even though my whole career is based on them. I should have protected my accounts better. My sister easily gained access to my phone, so I’m taking full responsibility.
As I sluice water onto the sand on the beach, he’s rising from the sea. The sun behind him casts him in silhouette, but as he gets closer, his glistening strong chest comes into view and my heart pounds.
I look like a wet rat, my curls likely springing every which way and my drenched clothes simultaneously cling and hang limply from me, but he looks like a God, rising from the depths.
“We’ll have our meeting, Zoë. I want to finalize your proposal. How’s tomorrow? Can you meet me for lunch at eleven?”
I smile. “You’re never painted as the gracious type, Amadeo, but you’ve been nothing but gracious to me.”
“You have no idea how badly I needed this. Thanks for suggesting it. It’s my second favorite way to burn off stress.”
“You’re welcome,” I stammer, his words forming new fantasies in my head. “Your second?”
He nods slowly, a devilish grin on his sexy mouth.
Chapter Four
Amadeo
We walk through the back of the property to the villas. My personal villa is amongst the small cluster, but I don’t tell her that, I just point hers out. Mine is the biggest, with three bedrooms, a family-sized dining and living area and its own large pool and private beach area only accessible via the long dock.
“Amadeo?” she calls as I continue along the stone path. “I left my phone in your office. I have no way to get in.”
“I like you at my mercy,” I say as I pull my phone out of the zippered pocket of my board shorts and open up my all-access pass on the app.
“There are very few men I’d like to be at the mercy of, Amadeo. Luckily for me, you’re one of them.” She’s quick to grin when I look at her, and my dick lurches at her words.
I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline rush we just shared, or something else, but I lean down, caging her between my arms, capturing her mouth.
She’s stiff at first, but it’s only a millisecond before her lips are soft, warm and moving with mine in the sweetest kiss I’ve ever experienced. Then again, she’s not my usual type. And in this moment that’s a damn good thing.
When she closes her mouth, and presses one soft kiss to my lips, I pull back slightly. Before she lowers her face and tucks into my chest, I note the flush of her cheeks. Her hand flattens on my chest and the feel of it makes my heart pound harder.
“That was unexpected but…” She looks up at me, her hazel eyes a kaleidoscope of emotions. “Nice.”
No one has ever called my kisses nice. Never. Sexy as fuck, demanding, orgasm-worthy, yes. But nice? Jesus.
“Do you need a tour?” I ask, passing the screen of my phone over the hardware on the door. There’s a quiet click as the lock disengages.
When she’s silent, I look down and see I’ve got her pressed against the door. The blush on her face is brighter, showing more innocence than I expect.
“I…”
I brush a curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear as I step back to give her space. Her hand slides down my chest to my waist.
“I’ve never been a gentleman when it comes to intimacy, Zoë, but you’re not the type of woman I typically pursue.”
Something odd passes across her face, intriguing me.
“Confession?”
My mouth curves up and I nod at her question.
“Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman.” She swallows and I know she’s nervous.
My intrigue rises. “Oh?”
