Page 93 of Designs on You

“First,Ms.Pac-Manis a classic, awesome game. But you know what, there’s a lot more to gaming these days than war or racing. Virtual reality can take you places you can only dream about.”

She leaned back in her chair. “Really. Do tell.”

“Mmm, it’s better if I show you. Which I will when we get back home.”

Sliding her fork onto her finished salad plate, she batted her lashes at him. “In the meantime, how about some actual reality?”

His eyes sparked. “I could go for that.”

They finished up their meal and headed upstairs to their room. Once again she was struck by the unbelievable opulence. And that view was something she could get used to. She laid her bag on the chair and walked through the door to the balcony.

Even as high up as they were, she could still hear the crash of the waves. There was something so calming about watching the waves roll toward the shore, then back out to sea. Maybe she should have listed a house with an incredible view of the ocean as one of her must-haves should she ever become rich. Might as well go big, right?

A pair of warm arms wrapped around her as Eugene pulled her back against his chest.

“Hell of a view.”

“It lulls me,” she said. “Watching the water is so incredibly relaxing. All my tension seems to just disappear.”

“Tense, huh?” He slid his hands up her arms to her shoulders and inward, massaging the tight knots that had seemed to take up permanent residence.

She raised her shoulders, leaning into the pressure of his fingers, the way he instinctively seemed to know where the tight knots were.

After a few minutes of him working on her shoulder and neck muscles, she felt soft. Melty. Needy in a much more elemental way. She pressed her butt against him, and he obviously felt the same need judging from the hard ridge of his erection pushing back against her.

He lifted her cover-up over her hips, sliding his fingers into her bikini bottom. She gasped, a shock of pleasure shooting throughout, then looked around to see if anyone was watching.

But who could be? They had a corner unit and no hotel across from them. Unless someone was on a boat with a telescope—highly doubtful—then no one could see. And right now, with Eugene’s fingers sliding gently across her clit, she wasn’t sure she’d even care. All she cared about was getting to her release, and Eugene was going to take her there.

After withdrawing his fingers, much to her disappointment, he flipped her around to face him, took her mouth in a blisteringkiss, then slipped his hand inside her bikini once again, relentlessly stroking her sex until she gasped against his mouth.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Yes, please.”

“Come for me,” he said, his voice deep, guttural, as if his need was as great as hers. “Come on.”

She could barely catch her breath as she drew ever closer to orgasm.

And then she burst, crying out and shaking all over as her climax tore through every part of her. Eugene held her up when her legs trembled from the waves of pleasure crashing into her body.

She’d barely had time to settle before he turned her around, bent her over the chair in front of her, and jerked her bikini bottom off. She heard the tearing of the condom wrapper, and then he slid inside of her.

Her body pulsed and tightened around his cock, and she swore she could come again right then. But Eugene held still, waiting for her to adjust.

“Give it to me,” she said, shocked by her demanding behavior.

But he only laughed, a gruff rumble before he began to drive into her, giving her a pleasure so deep it made her shiver all over. With each thrust, she grew ever closer to release. And when he gripped her hips and let out a low groan, she reached for her clit and began to rub, because she wanted to go with him.

“Fuck,” he said, moving faster, and harder. So did she, and that was all it took for her to fall into orgasm, her body pulsing around his shaft. He pinned his hips to her and shuddered, and she held on while they both released.

Eugene pulled her up and wrapped his arm around her, turning her to give her a deep, tongue-filled kiss that stirred her, despite just experiencing two mind-blowing orgasms. They made their way back to the bedroom, where she undressed and stumbled into the shower to wash off. She wrapped up in the fluffy bathrobe.

“I’m going to grab us something to drink,” Eugene said.

“Sounds great.” Natalie climbed onto the bed and sank into the comfortable softness of the covers. Eugene came back a short while later and cuddled up behind her.

When she woke, the sun had set. The room was dark and all she heard was Eugene’s soft breathing against her neck. Reluctantly, she got up to use the bathroom. When she came out, he was awake and lying on his back, smiling at her.

“Good nap,” he said.

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