Page 38 of Beauty and the Boss Man

That makes me laugh so hard I can barely breathe. “That’s a new one. Should I be offended?”

“Uhm, no. Have you seen how thick a Coke can is? I’m honestly surprised it fits.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know how to get you wet enough to make it fit.”

She points her finger at me. “Hey, stop that. You’re not going to make it any less excited talking like that.”

True.

She continues, “Besides, I think you should just get out of the water anyway. I mean, you whipped out my titties for the whole world to see.”

“There was no one around. You know I wouldn’t have let anyone else see those works of art.”

Her head turns back and forth, glancing all around. “I don’t see anyone else around right now.”

“Oh, yeah?”

She nods before using her fingers to pull the material off of her nipples once more. She squeezes her large breasts together before pinching the hard buds.

“Romy,” I warn. “You’re making my dick even harder.”

“Oh, really? What are you going to do about it, Mr. Montgomery?”

A switch flips in my head, and I can’t take anymore. Hard-on or not, I move toward Romy and scoop her up, tossing her over my shoulder.

Her chest is pressed against me, ensuring no one can see her goods. I carry her through the water and continue onto the beach.

She giggles as she bounces up and down with every step I take. “You can put me down.”

“Are your tits still hanging out?” I ask.

“…maybe.”

“Then, no, I can’t.” I take one of my hands and smack her ass before grabbing a handful.

Just as I turn a corner to head back inside the resort, I stop just short of running smack dab into two people.

But not just any two people—the elderly couple from the elevator.

Their eyes go wide at the sight of me carrying Romy like a caveman while smacking her ass.

“What’s wrong?” Romy asks. “Why’d we stop? I thought you were anxious to get all up in my lady bits. I need your Coke-can penis. If I shake it up and down really hard, will it explode?”

That makes them even more mortified, but Romy can’t stop giggling at her own joke.

“Nice to see you again,” I say, walking past them.

“Who are you talking to?” Romy asks. When she lifts her head and sees them walking away, she laughs even harder. “Oh, shit!”

I don’t set her back on her feet until we are safely in the elevator. She adjusts her top, pushing everything back into place.

“I forgot my cover-up on the beach,” she gasps.

“We’ll get it later,” I assure.

“Do you think it will still be there?”

“If not, I’ll buy you a new one,” I promise. “Trust me, tonight, I don’t want a single inch of you covered up.”

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