Page 52 of The One That Got Away

‘Nah, I’m good. I was hoping we could talk.’

‘Talk?’ Her brows knitted together. ‘This is aparty! Dance with me!’

The bass from a reggaeton song vibrated around the beach.

Stella grabbed my hand and dragged me to an area where some other guests were dancing.

Just as I was thinking of how to convince Stella to go somewhere quieter so we could talk, she started grinding against me.

Fuckkk.

My dick was already excited, but the sensation of having Stella’s tits pressed against me made it shoot up faster than a rocket. I attempted to pull away before Stella felt my boner, but she wrapped her hand around my waist and pulled me into her.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She felt so damn good.

If I had my way, I’d push Stella on the sand right now and bury myself inside her.

‘Mmmm,’ she purred. ‘Feels like I’m not the only one who’s excited! Is that a gun in your trousers or are you just happy to see me?’ Stella giggled as she continued pushing her body onto mine.

‘Stell,’ I said, using one of her old nicknames. ‘You’re drunk. This isn’t a good idea.’

‘Your dick doesn’t think so!’ she shouted over the music. ‘I can feel that you’re hard, Max. Shall we go somewhere and fuck?’

My brows shot up. Stella was never afraid to say what she wanted in the bedroom, so that wasn’t what shocked me. What did, though, was the shift in her feelings towards me. I knew she’d thawed and we were getting on better. But there was still an ocean between that and having sex. As much as I wanted to, she was drunk. And we really needed to talk.

‘Maybe I should take you back to your room…’

‘Oooh, yes, please!’

‘Tosleep.Alone. You’re not thinking straight.’

‘I’m thinking perfectly fine! I’m on holiday and I want to have fun. I’m horny and I want to have sex! And you owe me, Mister!’ She poked my chest again. ‘Mmmm… so firm. So sexy. I can’t wait to run my hands all over it.’ Stella bit her lip and started trailing her palms over my pecs, past my stomach then down to my…

‘Stop!’ I moved her hand away, then scooped her up and threw her over my shoulder. ‘Come on. I’m taking you to sober up. No arguments.’

‘My hero!’ She laughed again.

‘Everything okay?’ Jasmine came over. I supposed, given the tension between me and Stella, it didn’t look good that I was carrying her off.

‘Yeah!’ Stella piped up. ‘Me and Max are going back to my room to fuck!Finally!’

‘Oh!’ Jasmine’s jaw dropped.

‘We’re not.’ I shook my head. ‘She’s had too much to drink. I’m taking her back to her room to sleep it off.’

‘Okay. Good idea… Have a good sleep, Stella.’

‘We’re notsleeping!’ she protested. ‘Max is going to give mehis big cock and lots of orgasms! I won’t be able to walk tomorrow!’

Jasmine winced. If Stella realised what she was saying right now, she’d be mortified.

‘I’d better go.’ I lifted Stella higher up on my shoulder.

‘Probably best…’ Jasmine stepped aside and I strode off to Stella’s room.

When we got to the door, I found her key in her handbag and once we were inside, I lowered her onto the bed.

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