Page 22 of Natural Temptation

"Meredith, I have a job to do."

"But you take breaks, I know that. You found me at the hidden waterfall because you wanted some relaxation." I reach out, my fingers lightly brushing his arm. "It's okay, Ryan. Whatever's going on in that head of yours, you can talk to me. Last night was...special. At least, it was for me. And I'm looking forward to the Fiji outing."

The tension in the room is palpable. While I watch Ryan wrestle with his emotions, or maybe it's his demons, I can see the internal struggle playing out on his face. His hazel eyes darken with desire, but there's a flicker of hesitation, of something deeper holding him back.

His voice has become rough and strained. "Last night was...incredible. I shouldn't want to do it again, but I've been fantasizing about fucking you all day long." He snatches up a sheet of paper, waving it around. "This is what I'm supposed tobe focused on, but all I can think about is you. God, I can smell how turned on you are."

The heat in his words triggers a slickness deep inside my body that spreads into my folds. But he won't distract me that easily. "We could have some fun right here, right now—or anywhere you want to take me. But only if you share a few pieces of yourself with me first. Or would you rather I go first?"

He runs a hand through his tousled sandy hair, a gesture I'm quickly coming to recognize as a sign of his inner turmoil. But it isn't pain holding him back. It's sheer lust. When he pulls me onto his lap, straddling his thighs, I need to bite my lip to stave off the orgasm I can already feel rising within me. I've grown so slick that my cream is rubbing off on his pants. I gasp as Ryan's strong hands grip my hips, pulling me firmly against him. His dick has begun to stiffen, and I can't resist rubbing my cleft against his khakis as if I were riding his cock instead of his pants. His eyes, dark with desire, lock onto mine.

"Christ, Meredith," he growls, "I need to feel you wrapped around me, but...not here." He grasps my ass firmly with both hands, rocking my hips into him and making me gasp. "Come to Fiji with me and the tourists. Like I told you, I have...plans for you that require us both to be clothed. At least while we're in Fiji. I can hold out that long, can you?"

His actions betray his words as his fingers dig into my flesh, holding me in place. I can feel his rod pressing against my cleft, and I roll my hips experimentally, eliciting a groan from deep in his chest.

"If you can wait, I can too." I whisper, trailing my fingers along his jawline. "We're both adults. We both want this. Whatever you've got planned, I'm game."

Ryan nostrils flare like a bull's, his grip on me tightening almost painfully. "You have no idea what you're agreeing to."

I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, "Then show me."

"Last chance to back out," Ryan warns.

Instead of answering, I crush my mouth to his in a searing kiss. Any remaining hesitation melts away as he responds with equal fervor, pressing me against the door. His hands roam my body, hungry for any contact, though I desperately need to feel his skin on mine. I gasp as Ryan's lips trail down my neck, his faint stubble grazing my sensitive skin. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The heat between us is intoxicating, driving all thoughts from my mind except the desperate need for more.

"Ryan," I breathe, arching against him. "Please..."

He groans, pressing his forehead to mine. "Meredith, we can't. Not here."

The longing in his voice matches the ache in my core. I roll my hips against him, relishing his sharp intake of breath.

"Why not here?" I challenge, nipping at his earlobe. "No one will know."

Ryan's hands tighten on my thighs. For a moment, I think he'll give in to the passion simmering between us. Then he sets me down carefully, putting space between our bodies. "I have plans for you, and nothing will get in the way of what I want—you, at my mercy, begging me to make you come."

Holy shit, that sounds amazing. And I don't even know what his mysterious plans for me are. Don't give a damn. Ryan wants to play, and I won't do anything to shake his naughty mood.

Ryan swings the door open and lays a hand on my back to give me a gentle shove out of the room. I'm about to complain, but then he pecks a kiss on my forehead.

"See you later, Meredith," he virtually purrs while smirking. "You'll have the rest of today and all of tonight to wonder about what I'll do to you tomorrow. You will not touch yourself in anyerotic way, but feel free to fantasize. Tonight, in my bedroom, I'll be stroking myself to a hard, hot climax while thinking of you."

And with that, he shuts the door.

I stand here, stunned, my body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire. The door clicks shut behind me, leaving me alone in the hallway, my mind reeling from Ryan's words and actions.

"Oh, you insufferable tease," I mutter under my breath, pressing my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache between them. The memory of his touch, his scent, the heat of his body against mine—it's all seared into my senses, leaving me dizzy.

I take a shaky breath, trying to compose myself. As I knife a hand through my tousled hair, I can't help but replay Ryan's parting words in my mind. The image of him stroking himself, thinking of me, sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through my body.

"No touching, huh?" I lean against the wall, trying to steady my racing heart. Ryan's command echoes in my mind, both thrilling and frustrating me. "No touching? Easy for him to say."

I push off the wall and start walking, not entirely sure where I'm headed. My body feels like a live wire, every nerve ending hyper-aware and longing for Ryan's touch. The gentle island breeze caresses my skin, and I shiver, imagining it's his fingers trailing along my arms. As I wander the resort grounds, I find myself drawn to the beach. The sound of waves lapping at the shore calls to me, promising if not relief, at least a distraction. I kick off my sandals and let my toes sink into the warm, wet sand, relishing the sensation. The sun is beginning to dip toward the horizon. I take a deep breath, inhaling the salty air and trying to calm my racing thoughts. I find a secluded spot near some rocks and sit down, wrapping my arms around my knees. The gentlerhythm of the waves helps to soothe my frayed nerves but does little to quell the desire still simmering within me.

"Get it together, woman," I mutter to myself, resting my chin on my knees. "It's just one night. You can handle this."

But as the sky darkens and the first stars begin to twinkle overhead, I find my thoughts wandering back to Ryan. What is he doing right now? Is he still working, or is he thinking about me too? The image of him in his bedroom, stroking himself while fantasizing about me, explodes in my mind unbidden. I groan softly, burying my face in my hands.

"Oh god, this is torture," I half whine to the night air.

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