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“Can I kiss you?”
“Why not just kiss me?”
“Because you’re my secretary.” He placed his water on the counter and neared me. “You didn’t answer.”
“Thought I was your executive assistant.”
“I demoted you after disobeying me tonight.” He lifted my chin with his thumb, the intensity of his gaze burning through me. His mouth found mine, his teeth nipping my bottom lip, his tongue tangling forcefully, masterfully, with mine. There came a thrill deep in my belly. He scrunched locks of my hair in his hands, his fingers caressing my scalp. His cologne reminded me of an ocean breeze, that and fresh linen, and his alluring scent made it easy to soften in his arms.
Those women in the pool had been flirting with him, their playful splashing an attempt to garner his attention, and yet Richard had ignored them, instead staring into the water and sipping his drink.
When he bit my lip I shuddered.
“Can I make love to you?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I said. “But not in front of Winston.”
“No, not in front of Winston.” He took my hand and instead of leading me to the bedroom he led me out onto the patio, past the softly lit swimming pool and down to the end of the garden.
There, almost hidden from view, lay a stone pathway. We made our way along it, the sound of crashing waves louder now. In a tree shaded area overlooked by palms were two loungers. And though the ocean could not be seen from here the waves sounded close.
Richard pulled me into another kiss, his hands cupping my face. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it down, his stare never leaving mine. Taking his time, he stroked my throat, then moved lower until reaching the top of my corset. That same finger traced the curve of my breasts. He eased down the left cup, his mouth taking my nipple, sucking hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure between my thighs. Weak from his affection, I reached out and grabbed hold of his forearms, trying not to tumble backward. He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and pulled me into him. His other hand moved to my other nipple, his insistent tongue encircling there now and sending out shivers of pleasure.
Gently he guided me back onto the nearest lounger so that I lay along it, and he eased down my panties, sliding them over my hips and quickly removing them. He threw them close to where his shirt lay. His kisses traveled softly, trailing lower, planting more on my inner thighs, his teeth nipping as he went...
Fearing I might scream with these unbound feelings, I bit my hand, knowing I was close to being taken.
When his tongue reached me, encircling there, I bucked in response. I threw my head back, blinded by pleasure, the sensations so overwhelming they tore a moan from me as his tongue possessed that most sacred part. I grabbed locks of his hair and tightened my fist against his scalp.
I refused to dwell on how well this man knew the female form, how well he knew the art of pleasuring, nudging me ever closer to the edge of bliss...
This was really happening.
His head bobbed between my thighs and his hands found my nipples again, pinching them with an expert touch. My orgasm erupted, stealing my breath, making me shudder against him. Then his never ending strokes sent me over again.
I was lost, forgotten, no longer here, these curling waves we couldn’t see threatening to lap at our feet at any moment. Drown us, drown me, but I had already been swept off into the deep.
At last, opening my eyes, I stared beyond the low hanging branches at the few visible stars. Richard’s kisses began the slow journey upwards, reaching my lips once more and kissing me ferociously, sharing my own taste upon my lips and tongue, sending shivers.
“You taste amazing,” he whispered, nibbling my earlobe, sending erotic spasms into my body.
Mastering my mouth with his again, passion exploded within, forcing me into a spin. All I knew was him.
Then stillness.
He held me against him, cherished in the quiet with nothing but the sound of rustling palm leaves caught in the breeze and crashing waves. He rolled me onto my side and hugged me into him and we spooned together in the warmest embrace.
“Aren’t we going to make love?” I whispered.
“Shush, my sweet Mia.”
Safe in his arms, I drifted off.
When the softest morning light dared to find us, I felt Richard shift away and climb off the lounger. He sat on the edge, his bareback curled, his feet on the ground, his elbows resting on his knees, and he stayed like this for a while, deep in thought.
Richard turned slightly to glance back at me. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I reached out to caress his back, tracing my fingertips over the faintest white scars.
