Page 46 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Think about something non-sexual. Think about your grandma. No, that’s weird.

Romy has been quiet so long that I’m wondering if she fell asleep.

But as if she can read my mind, she adjusts in her chair.

Without looking my way, she says, “Do you want to get in the water for a bit?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Now, she looks over at me. “Has anyone ever told you how sweet you are?”

She probably wouldn’t be thinking I’m so sweet if she knew what I was just thinking about doing to her tits.

Great. Now, I’m thinking about them again.

She stands up and stretches. “Come on. Let’s go swim. I’m sweating my boobs off.”

Dear Lord, I can’t get away from them—not that I want to.

I adjust my trunks in an attempt to keep everything contained before standing up to follow her into the water.

Once she’s up to her waist, she quickly dives under the choppy surface to get used to it faster. When she comes back up, her nipples are hard and testing the limits of her top. I try not to stare, but I suck at playing it cool.

“See something you like, Boss Man?” Romy asks, tugging on the strings that hold everything together.

I want nothing more than to rip it off of her right now, but out of the corner of my eye, I see a few stragglers making their way to the beach. I’m guessing Romy doesn’t want to show them her tits.

She walks toward me, working her bottom lip between her teeth. Droplets of water bead all over her fair skin, and the sun reflects off of every one of them.

I tell myself I’m going to behave. Romy doesn’t want people getting the wrong idea about our working relationship. I respect that, so I’m not going to start pawing at her like an animal—not that I don’t want to.

As she gets closer to me with that sex-kitten look in her eyes, though, I feel my resolve starting to weaken.

When she reaches me, her hand brushes against my cock beneath the water. It could have been mistaken as an accident—if I didn't see the look on her face as she did it.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Romy,” I warn. “There are other people on this beach who can see our every move. I don’t want to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” she assures. “And I don’t care who’s watching.”

She touches my dick again—this time, squeezing it and make her desires known.

Grabbing her waist, I pull her toward me until her body is firmly pressed against mine. My mouth crashes down on hers—kissing her like it’s the last time.

Her lips part for me, and our tongues dance together. My dick is standing at full attention now, and it presses into her stomach. When it twitches against her, she moans into my mouth. Her teeth nip at my bottom lip, and I want nothing more than to slide into her and fuck her senseless right now. But I’ll be damned if I let anyone else hear the noises she makes as she comes.

That’s just for me—for the rest of the week anyway.

I reach under the water, and each of my hands grabs one of her juicy ass cheeks. The waves crash against us, but neither one of us seem to mind—or even notice.

Something seems to get Romy’s attention, though, because she abruptly pulls back from our kiss.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Are you okay?”

She looks up at me with wide eyes. “Something touched my foot.”

“Well, sweetheart, it’s the ocean. It’s probably just a fish.”

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