Page 96 of Dex

I move before I think, striding out, across the pool area, heat pulsing through me, not from the sun, but from something darker, something possessive.By the time I reach them, I barely hear what the guy is saying.Daniela turns toward me just as I take her hand, pulling it free from his touch.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I say smoothly, my grip firm around her wrist.“Everything okay?”

Daniela blinks up at me, her lips parting in surprise.And then she kisses me.It’s instinctive, natural, the way our bodies fit together like they’ve done this a thousand times before.Her tongue swipes my lower lip and a buzz hums inside my body.

My hands encircle her waist as I claim her mouth, can’t help myself as my tongue sweeps into her mouth.I press against her, eliciting a soft moan from her.Then her hands slide around my neck, and I tighten my grasp on her waist, my fingers tracing over her soft, warm and slightly damp skin.I fight the urge to explore.To slide my hands inside her tiny bikini bottoms.To reach down the front and explore her folds.To dip my head lower and suckle her breast.

Whoa.My imagination raced ahead.Thoughts I’d managed, with difficulty, to suppress as I tried to work, release as our mouths crush together, our tongues dueling and dancing.Those tempting ideas take a hold of me again.

This woman is so luscious to touch.So soft and inviting.She’s almost naked, save for tiny bits of fabric strategically placed over her body.I have fisted myself to orgasm, while showering, trying to brace for each day with her.

It’s slowly killing me.

“Thank you,” she murmurs against my mouth as we slowly pull apart.I barely heard what the man said before we kissed and now he’s gone.

“Thankyou.”

“For saving me,” she says, looking hot and flushed and sexy as hell.

“This is going to be a thing with you, isn’t it?”My gaze drags down her body before I can stop myself.Her bikini hugs her curves like a lingering lover.Water droplets fall into the crevasse between her breasts, dripping down over the full and luscious globes.I try to swallow.Try to breathe, but I’m enraptured by how smooth and bronzed her skin is, how it glistens in the sun.My eyes slowly roam over her full, plush hips, and those long and lean legs that go on forever.I shake my head, trying to dislodge the idea of them wrapped around my waist.

“Kissing you?”she asks.

“Needing to be rescued on account of all the attention you seem to get.”

“I don’t need rescuing, Dexter.I can take care of myself.”

But she’s my wife.

There’s no way I’m going to stand by and watch some sleazeball try to get her attention.There’s no way I’m going to let my wife squirm and try to squiggle her way out of it.I’ll be there, no matter what.Every part of her body is made for sinning.I should look away.I should move.I should say something sharp, something detached.Instead, my voice comes out rough.“I should get back to work.”

“Are you still working?”There’s a hint of playfulness in her eyes.Yesterday we were playing the part of being married, and today, now, it almost feels like we really are.

“I’ve got a little more to do and then I’m done.Maybe we can have lunch together?”

“I’ve had my lunch, Dexter.I didn’t ask you because you seemed so busy.”Her fingers slowly trail up my arm, and when I don’t move, she strokes my face, her thumb hovering just over my lips.I love this, and I’m tempted to ask what she’s doing, but I get it, especially when I see that people around us are staring.

“You’re learning fast, Gatinha.”Her face lights up, and I have a feeling that she loves me calling her that.

“People are watching, and we have to give them a show.”

“Are they?”

She raises an eyebrow.“We have to keep up the pretense.”

I step closer, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off her skin.“I guess we do.”My fingers instinctively wrap around her waist.She jumps, and her eyes turn darker.My cock jumps to attention as I see her thick, plumpy lips, her face upturned and just inches from my face.

“Can you take it?”she asks.“This charade.”

“It means nothing to me,” I whisper.

Lies.

This time, I lean in for another kiss, my hands framing her waist, her curves pressing against me.

She’s barely wearing anything.Just a bikini that she fills out in all the right places.And if I’m not careful, I’m going to be carrying way too much heat.

“It also means nothing to me,” she rasps, pressing her body against me, suggestively.Too close.Too flush.Too sexy.Then she does the last thing I could ever imagine her doing.She reaches down, and her fingers barely graze my hardened cock.I twitch, feeling that touch everywhere.I think I’ve imagined it, but her eyes hold mine and her fingertips dance over my length, like she’s daring me to do something.Reciprocate.Or wait for her next move.

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