Page 55 of Escorting the Mogul

“You workin’?” Jenny asked, nodding toward my phone.

I slid it into my pocket. “I’m telling my associates that everything’s on hold till we get back. This week’s just for you and me.” I grabbed her hand, and she entwined her fingers with mine.

“That’s nice, baby,” she cooed. She looked so cute in her fedora.

I didn’t want to think about my father’s temper escalating. It was only going to get worse. I longed to forget about him and just be with Jenny, strip her out of those clothes, and leave nothingbut the hat on. A zap of electricity crackled between us. As if she could read my thoughts, Jenny gave me a knowing smile. “I can’t wait to see our suite,” she said suggestively.

My cock stiffened, and I shifted uncomfortably. I couldn’twaitto get to the fucking resort. Thoughts of my father and Kevin went out the window. I only wanted to think about Jenny. “Me either, babe. Me either.”

The island was gorgeous;the resort was gorgeous, but all I cared about was hustling Jenny to ourcasitaand ripping her clothes off.

“Yes! There’s a plunge pool.” I fist-pumped into the air, feeling myself already getting hard again.

“Wow,” Jenny said. “This place is incredible!” She walked around our little private property, which had walls surrounding the intimate outdoor space. There was a gorgeous small pool—perfect for two—luxurious outdoor furniture and a full bar. The balmy Caribbean breeze swept Jenny’s curls over her shoulder. She smiled up at the sun; she smiled at the tropical birds chirping nearby, and she smiled at me. “I’m putting my suit on. I can’t wait to get my ass in that pool!”

“Me either,” I called. “And leave the hat on!”

Jenny winked at me and disappeared inside, and I counted the seconds until she returned. To her credit, she didn’t disappoint. Her rocking body looked spectacular in one of the tiny, black thong bathing suits that Shirley had bought for her. It had cost a small fortune and was absofuckinglutely worth it. As instructed, she’d kept the fedora on, and the effect was super-hot. Jenny was sexy, stylish, and utterly confident. To me, she was the prettiest girl in the world.

“You look very vacation-y,” I noted as she eased herself into the plunge pool. “And sexy.”

“That Shirley really knows how to shop. I gotta send her a thank-you note,” Jenny said.

She whooped as she reached the last step and went all the way in, the water suddenly coming up to her shoulders. “Holy crap, they don’t call this thing a plunge pool for nothin’!” She laughed her honking laugh, now one of my all-time favorite sounds, then asked, “Can you pour me some champagne? I saw a bottle on ice in the kitchen.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I hustled inside, eager to fetch her champagne, anxious to get into the pool, desperate to get my hands on her. Jenny was like a drug I had zero intention of quitting. Being with her helped me forget everything else; she was the antidote I hadn’t known I needed.

I stripped out of my clothes. I grabbed the champagne bucket and two glasses. Then I strode outside, buck naked.

Jenny pulled her sunglasses down and stared at me. “That is a big…ice bucket,” she joked. My erection was getting larger by the second.

“All the better to serve you with.” I winked at her, then poured us each some champagne. I first climbed into the pool with Jenny, shocked at the cold water. I steeled myself against it, praying I didn’t suffer shrinkage.

“It’s real refreshing,” Jenny said. She clinked her glass against mine. “Cheers. To our Caribbean vacation!”

“To our Caribbean vacation.” I sipped the fizzy liquid and immediately found Jenny’s mouth with mine—I couldn’t wait. She groaned with pleasure as our tongues connected. Suddenly, I was no longer worried about shrinkage. The sun shone down on us, the cool water gave me shivers, and the feel of Jenny’s skin beneath my touch was incredible.

If there was a heaven, it was a plunge pool in the Caribbean with Jenny.

“Babe.” She pulled back and finished her champagne in one swig. “You’re very sexy on vacation, you know that?”

“You think so?” I grinned at her. “Let me show you just how sexy I can be.” I kissed her again, our tongues connecting, and my whole body radiated with desire.Holy fuck.Jenny did something to me; I couldn’t even explain it. It could best be described as my base instincts ignited—I needed to take her, to penetrate her deep inside, to make her lose control and scream my name.

I needed to mark her asmine.

I wanted to be gentle, to be tender, but our kisses were urgent. I undid her bikini top and was confronted by her perfect breasts, with just the outline of a tan around them. I suckled her nipples greedily, and Jenny moaned beneath me, arching her back. She was kissing me, too—my shoulders and biceps, her fingers trailing down my back.

Jenny knew just what to do. She wrapped her hand around my hard length and started to milk me.Oh fuck.My eyes rolled back in my head as I thrust against her tight grip. It felt so good as she applied more pressure, almost pushing me to the edge already. It felt so good, but I didn’t want her hands… I couldn’t wait. I roughly pulled her bikini to the side, and she guided me against her slit—soaking wet and hot.

I flipped her around and bent her over the side of the pool.

“Yes, Cole,” she panted, slightly spreading her legs open. Her glorious ass was on full display for me now. I bent and licked her slit from her clit all the way up. She shivered and moaned beneath me. “Give it to me, babe. Don’t make me wait.”

I stroked my erection against her, driving us both wild.

She was already so wet I almost came right there. But instead, I was going to give her what she wanted—me. I inchedinside her, ensuring she could accommodate every bit of my thickness. She was tight, but she greedily sucked me in, bucking her hips until I notched inside her fully.

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