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Serena's hands roamed over Lila's body, her touch firm and demanding. She nipped at Lila's lower lip, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving a lingering sting. Lila gasped, her breath hitching as Serena's hand slipped under her shirt, her fingers finding the clasp of Lila's bra. With a flick, it was undone, and Lila's breasts spilled out, the cool night air causing her nipples to harden.

Serena's mouth left Lila's, trailing a line of kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to her breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, sucking and biting, while her hand teased the other. Lila moaned, her fingers tangling in Serena's silvery hair, holding her close. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her body responding to Serena's touch.

Serena's hand slipped under Lila's skirt, her fingers tracing the line of her panties. Lila could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She knew where this was going, and she wanted it. All of it. She wanted Serena to take control and sweep her away, to make her forget about everything else.

Serena's fingers slipped under the fabric, finding Lila's wetness. She teased her entrance, her fingers circling and pressing, but never quite entering. Just teasing. Lila squirmed, her hips bucking, trying to get more friction. But Serena was in control, and she wasn't going to give Lila what she wanted just yet.

With a wicked smile, Serena pulled her hand away, leaving Lila panting and desperate. She took a step back, her eyes never leaving Lila's. "On your knees," she commanded, her voice low and husky. Lila didn't hesitate, dropping to her knees in the sand.

Serena's pants were already undone, the fabric pooling around her ankles. Lila could see the wetness glistening on her thighs, the scent of her arousal filling the air. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste Serena. Serena moaned, her hand tangling in Lila's hair, guiding her closer.

Lila's tongue explored Serena's folds, savoring her sweet taste, teasing her. She could feel Serena's body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. She knew she was close, and she wanted to push her over the edge. Lila's fingers found Serena'sentrance, sliding in easily, the wetness coating them. She curled her fingers, finding the spot that made Serena cry out.

Serena's body tensed, her fingers tightening in Lila's hair. "Fuck, Lila," she gasped, her body shuddering as she came. Lila kept going, her tongue and fingers working together to draw out Serena's orgasm.

When Serena finally pulled away, her body limp and sated, Lila looked up at her, her own body still desperate for release. Serena's gaze was soft, her hand cupping Lila's cheek once more. "Your turn," she whispered, her thumb tracing Lila's swollen lips.

Lila's heart raced as Serena helped her to her feet, her hands roaming over Lila's body, undressing her slowly. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also safe. She knew that Serena would take care of her and give her what she needed, even if only for right now.

Serena's fingers found Lila's wetness once more, slipping inside her easily. Lila gasped, her body arching into the touch. Serena's thumb found her clit, rubbing circles that had Lila seeing stars. She could feel the orgasm building, her body tensing, desperate for release.

With a final flick of her thumb, Serena sent Lila over the edge. She cried out, her body shuddering as the orgasm washed over her. Serena held her close, her fingers still buried inside Lila, drawing out her orgasm until she was limp and sated.

Tomorrow, they could talk about their growing connection. Tonight, it was about the sensations of bonding more than the words.

9

SERENA

When afternoon came, Serena had been staring at the same quarterly report for over an hour, the numbers swimming before her eyes as her mind refused to focus.

Unproductive. That's what she was being. Thoroughly, completely unproductive.

With a sigh, she pushed away from the dining table, rolling her shoulders to release the tension that had settled there. Her body felt different now—looser, more alive with sensation. Lila's expert hands had awakened nerve endings Serena had forgotten she possessed, both in professional massage and... less professional encounters.

The memory of last night sent heat rising to her cheeks. They'd spent hours exploring each other, talking in hushed voices between moments of passion, falling asleep tangled together only to wake and begin again. For someone who prided herself on calculated precision, Serena had surrendered to pure sensation with surprising ease.

She moved to the window, gazing out at the perfect view. Seven days left. The countdown ticked in her head like ametronome, each day passing bringing them closer to an inevitable goodbye.

Lila's words from their lagoon conversation echoed in her mind: "I see you too. Not the CEO or the Ice Queen of Tech, but just... you."

Being seen that way—truly seen—was both exhilarating and terrifying. No one had looked at her like that since... well, since Rachel in the early days, before Serena's career consumed everything else.

An unfamiliar urge seized her. She wanted to do something for Lila. Not just reciprocate physically, but create something meaningful. A gesture that acknowledged what was growing between them, however temporary it might be.

Before she could overthink it, Serena closed her laptop—right in the middle of the report, something she never did—and reached for the villa phone.

"Concierge desk, how may I assist you?" a polite voice answered.

"This is Serena Frost in the east villa," she said, surprising herself with the decisive tone that had brokered billion-dollar deals. "I'd like to arrange a private dinner tonight. On my terrace."

The concierge's professional enthusiasm flowed through the line. "Of course, Ms. Frost. We would be delighted to arrange that for you. Did you have a particular menu in mind?"

Serena paused. Normally, she would dictate exactly what she wanted—controlling every detail was second nature—but she realized that she didn't know Lila's favorite foods. They'd shared meals, yes, but always chosen by others or picked from standard resort offerings.

"I'd like to feature local specialties," she said finally. "Fresh seafood, island vegetables. Something authentic rather than generic luxury."

"Excellent choice. Chef Vasco does wonderful things with the morning's catch. And will there be a guest joining you, or shall we set for one?"

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