Page 26 of Tamed By You

“Sure,” I say, jaw clenching.

I wait for him to be out of earshot and then shove Harry so hard he nearly falls off the daybed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hiss.

“You're welcome. You dodged a bullet there,” he says, smoothing his hands over his swim shorts, making my eyes land on the outline of his impressive cock as I track his movement.

“I'm welcome?” My pitch is so high I’m sure only dogs can hear.

“Yeah, he wasn't your type.”

“Oh, really, and what’s my type?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest.

He leans in, his mouth grazing my earlobe. “Me.”

My breathing hitches and I swallow hard, caught off guard at his comment. “You wish,” I sneer when I can speak again. “Are you going to keep fucking me over all weekend?”

“Baby, either I’m going to be fucking you or making it so damn hard for any other man to. You choose.”

My body stills at his statement and before I get the chance to respond, a waiter appears in front of us, clearing away the empty glasses. I pull away from Harry busying myself digging around in my bag for nothing in particular.

Maybe something to poison him with.

I feel my skin begin to tingle under the blazing Vegas sun, so I pull out my bottle of sunblock and stand up to apply some. Harry lays back on my day bed, putting on his sunglasses that were on his head. I roll my eyes in irritation.

Sure, make yourself comfy you ass wipe. Just continue to invade my day.

Squirting some lotion into the palm of my hand I rub it into my chest, my fingers disappearing under the material of my bikini top to make sure I get as much of my skin protected as possible. I continue down to my stomach rubbing the lotion in in sweeping motions, taking my time to work my way under my torso chainsthat hang from my bikini top. I raise my head and notice Harry’s head lowering, his sunglasses falling to the bridge of his nose and his eyes zoned in on where my hands are placed.

Smirking to myself, knowing I have his attention, my belly somersaults in excitement. I decide to toy with him. Play dumb games with me Harry Walker, I can play them too. Cocking a leg up on the edge of the day bed, holding the bottle above my leg, I let the white liquid dribble out and land directly on my skin, then drop it onto the bed and take my time working the lotion into my skin. I glide my hands over my thigh and slowly work my way down my leg to my ankles and then back up.

Glancing over at him from the corner of my eye, I watch as his mouth falls open slightly, his gaze never leaving my hands. “So, Gabby suggested we visit the hotel spa this afternoon. Are you all planning on coming too?” I ask.

I wait for his reply, but he says nothing, his eyes following wherever my hands go.

“Harry?” I snap.

He flinches. “Ugh, what?”

“I asked if you were going to the spa later? We are going to have some treatments done.”

“Erm, yeah, I guess so.”

I nod, reaching for the sun lotion once again and swapping over my legs.

“I’m thinking of getting the bamboo massage and some cupping done,” I say knowing damn well he won’t have a clue what I’m on about. He doesn’t strike me as someone that’s into holistic treatments and I want to test my theory that he is not listening to a damn word I’m saying. Instead, he’s using this opportunity to gawk at me, so I continue.

“Yeah, it's really good. Really helps detox the body,” I say, dragging my hands to my hip and working the lotion in.

“Uh huh,” he mumbles, eyes still zoned in on my hands. I bring them back to my chest and up to my neck. Rolling my head from side to side as I massage the lotion in, letting out a moan of pleasure as I do, enjoying having his focus on me.

“Yeah, it really helps get out all those knots and kinks because it’s so nice and deep,” I drawl out seductively.

“Really…” he says, and I watch his neck muscles flex as he swallows hard and he shifts in his seat.

“Maybe you should get it done. I think it would help loosen you up and get rid of all that built up tension you have,” I say as my hands drift between my breasts and back down to my stomach, before they come to rest on my hips.

Knowing I need my shoulders doing I go to ask him to do it, to really stretch out his torment, but Brett appears, startling me.

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