Page 33 of Daddy Down Under

His smile made everything inside me go weak. “Yes, baby. Show me.”

With those words, I shattered. My second climax hit me with the force of a tsunami, pleasure crashing through my body in relentless waves. I cried out, my voice breaking on Ocean’s name as I trembled beneath him.

“Ocean… Oh god, Ocean…” I gasped, clutching the sheets.

He held me steady, his arms a safe harbor as I rode out the intense sensations. Every nerve ending felt alive, sparking with electricity. I’d never experienced anything like this—it wasn’t mere physical pleasure but a soul-deep satisfaction that left me feeling utterly fulfilled.

As the aftershocks subsided, I became aware of Ocean still moving within me, his rhythm more urgent now. He was chasing his own release, but even in his pursuit of pleasure, his focus remained on me.

“You’re so perfect, Cash,” he panted. “So good for me.”

I felt a surge of pride at his words, wanting nothing more than to please him. “Please,” I whispered. “I want to feel you…”

With a low groan, Ocean’s hips stuttered, and the warm pulse of his release spurted inside me. The room filled with the sound of our shared breaths, ragged and synchronous. It was like a symphony of satisfaction and connection, the most beautiful music I’d ever heard.

As our breathing slowly calmed, I drifted into a blissful haze. Ocean gently withdrew, and I whimpered at the loss of connection. But he quickly gathered me into his arms, pulling me close against his chest.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm.

I nestled into his embrace, feeling utterly safe and cherished. My body was languid, every muscle relaxed in a way I’d never experienced. It was as if all the tension I’d been carrying for years had finally melted away.

I traced lazy patterns on his chest, over the fabric of his shirt, marveling at how right it felt to be here with him. My mind, usually a whirlwind of thoughts and plans, was blissfully quiet. For once, I was fully present in the moment, savoring every sensation.

“Was it good for you?” I finally asked, hating myself for the insecurity in my voice.

“It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

His words washed over me like a warm tide, erasing any lingering doubts. I felt myself drift, floating on a sea of contentment.

“Rest now, baby,” Ocean whispered, kissing my forehead. “I’ve got you.”

I slipped into a peaceful slumber, all my worries vanished.

CHAPTER TWELVE

In which Ocean decides we’re going sightseeing, but we end up having a heartbreaking conversation.

The next day,I met with the Krause Group for the second time, but Ocean didn’t accompany me. I told him I’d only be going over all the numbers anyway—nothing exciting for him to see or do. So, instead, he opted to head out to surf.

He’d warned me he’d be gone for most of the day, as it was a bit of a drive to Bells Beach. He’d rented a car for the day—which I had insisted on paying for since I was the reason he was so far away from the beaches. It was a beautiful day with a bit of a breeze. Perfect weather conditions, as Ocean explained. I didn’t see any of it while stuck inside an office, but I did like what I saw about the numbers for the Krause Group.

On the drive over to the Krause Group, I called my parents again. Usually, I drove to their home in the Catskills every other weekend, but obviously, that wasn’t happening now. But my mom got a little anxious when she didn’t hear from me for too long, so I made a mental note to remember to check-in. We only talked for a few minutes, but it was enough to ease her mind.

When I returned to the hotel, I had back-to-back Zoom meetings, and by the time the last one was done, Ocean had also returned, smelling of salt, sea, and sand. His smile was the broadest I’d ever seen, and I was happy he’d had such a good day. We ordered room service and ate in our room, watchingHouse Hunters, which Ocean admitted he was addicted to.

“We’re going sightseeing today,” Ocean announced the next morning as we were eating breakfast in our suite, wearing the fluffy bathrobes the hotel provided.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s Saturday, so you’re off.”

I chuckled. “I usually work on Saturdays.”

“Not today, you don’t.”

“But I have?—”

“Is there anything urgent that can’t wait until Monday?”

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