Page 134 of Naughty Nelle

I gulped. I mistakenly jumped the gun. I needed to apologize. Before I could say a word, he rose to his feet, lifting me up with him. He drew me in close to him and smashed his lips against mine. The kiss was fierce, hot, and maddening. I melted into him as his warm tongue chased mine. Desire for another helping of his cock was rising inside me.

I pulled away, my confidence soaring. “I’m going to punish you anyway.”

I ran my fingers down his chiseled chest and over the ripples of his six-pack, heading toward his magnificent erection. To my shock, he caught my wrist, stopping me in my path before I could reach my final destination. His gaze met my shell-shocked eyes. The expression on his face was far from desirous. His eyes, half-moons, conveyed something between aloofness and anxiety.

“Saarah, get dressed. I need to—”

“Be there for your son.”

I finished the sentence for him. As much as I understood where he was coming from, I felt bereft. This was my real punishment for getting too close to him. With a weighty heart, I brushed the sand off my body and quickly donned my jeans and tee.

“Let me walk you back to the guesthouse,” he offered, sliding his linen pants up over his semi-erect length.

“Don’t bother. I’m a big girl.”

Without looking back, I sprinted across the sand. I was nothing more than a guest in his life. Someone who had to respect his rules and his space. Someone who had no right to tomorrow. I had to remember that. I was just his girl toy. Tears pricked my eyes. As I neared the guesthouse, I noticed the silhouette of someone perched on the upper terrace of the main house. The moonlight illuminated her face. It was Gwen. A shudder rippled through me. She had been spying on us.

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