Page 37 of Beauty and the Boss Man

I give her a sly smile. “I liked it better the other way.”

“I bet you did, but that doesn’t mean everyone else on the beach needs a show.”

My eyes scan up and down the shore, and sure as hell, there’s not another soul around. “Who are you worried about?” I ask.

Her eyes look where mine just did. “Oh. Well, still.”

Grabbing her by the hand, I pull her toward me until our bodies press together. I can feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest.

When one of my hands runs along her side, I use my thumb to lightly graze the stiff peak.

She sighs, and her big eyes flick up at me. “You’re a filthy boss. Do you know that?”

“You should take it up with HR,” I whisper.

“Oh yeah? And who would that be?”

I smile. “Also me.”

A smile spreads across her lips. “Oh, well then, I would like to tell HR that I have a filthy boss.”

I nod. “Would you like to file a formal complaint?”

“No, actually, I think I need some therapy because I’m pretty obsessed with how dirty he is.”

Before she can utter another word, I lift her out of the water and wrap her legs around me. I use one hand to hold her under her ass and the other to tangle in her hair while I kiss her.

Her arms link around my neck, pulling me deeper into our kiss. I love her enthusiasm as we stand there making out. She acts like my kiss is the oxygen she needs to breathe.

I turn us so we face the vast blue sea, shielding us from prying eyes that might happen to walk by.

Once I’m comfortable that we are out of eyesight, I tell her to hold on tight so that I can have some fun. She tightens her grip around my neck and firmly locks her legs around my waist.

With my hands free, I pull each side of her top off to the side, exposing her large tits. Her nipples harden even more when they’re free.

My fingers start to play and tease, driving Romy wild in the process. She throws her head back and moans my name, driving me just as crazy.

My cock swells and tests the material of my swim trunks. Romy takes notice and moves her hips, rubbing against the tip.

“And you think I’m dirty? If you’re not careful, I’m going to fuck you right here in the ocean.”

Her tongue runs across her bottom lip. “How about we go upstairs and do that instead?” She reaches underneath her and gives my dick a firm squeeze through my shorts.

“Oh, sweetheart, the things I’m going to do to you and that sexy body of yours,” I growl.

She peels herself off of me and sets her feet back down in the sand before pulling her top back into place to contain her tits again—just barely.

We start to make our way back to the shore, but I stop before the water gets any more shallow than my waist.

Turning around, Romy asks, “What’s wrong? What are you doing?”

Clearing my throat, I say, “I need to stay here for a minute—until my problem goes away.” My eyes dart down to my still-hard cock.

“Ah,” she smiles. “You don’t want anyone to see your Coke can?”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Coke can?”

“That’s what I’m calling that beast living in your pants. It’s about the same size—and you know, it’s complete with that high-fructose porn syrup.”

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