Page 112 of Undisputed Player
“It's even more beautiful under moonlight,” she murmured as I helped her from the car, her hand small and warm in mine.
“Wait until you see it from the beach.” I led her inside, through the soaring foyer, and up the grand staircase to the master suite.
The room was bathed in silver light, the wall of windows framing the ocean.
On the bed lay the swimsuit I'd chosen for her. A deep emerald two-piece that would make her eyes shine, and mostly, left little to the imagination.
"I thought we could walk on the beach," I said, watching her face carefully. "My private stretch. Just us."
She raised an eyebrow, her mouth quirking in that way that always made me want to bite her lip. “Thisthingis a swimsuit?”
Fuck, she was perfect when she got like this. She only seemed to do it with me, and I could die happy.
“Let’s call it ‘exactly what I want to see you in, ’” I smirked, stepping closer until I could smell her citrus scent. "Problem, princess?"
She tilted her head, studying me with those honey eyes that saw too much. "No problem. Now turn around while I change, and don’t peek.”
I laughed, the sound deep, mixed with pure fucking lust. "I've seen every inch of you. Multiple times."
"Turn. Around." Each word was crisp, commanding, and fuck if it didn't make me harder than steel.
I obeyed, because when Estelle used that princess tone, I'd do anything she asked.
I stripped quickly, pulling on black trunks that hung low on my hips, and waited.
The sound of fabric rustling behind me was torture, my imagination running wild with what she looked like sliding into that scrap of fabric.
"Okay," she called finally, voice breathless.
I turned, and every coherent thought dissolved.
The bikini fit like it had been painted on her body. Tiny emerald triangles hugging her small breasts, the silver chains, matching her necklace, catching moonlight as they traced the gentle flare of her hips. She looked like a goddess, like sin incarnate, like everything I'd ever wanted wrapped in honey and attitude.
But it was the way she stood that nearly brought me to my knees. She didn’t cross her arms—she let me admire every perfect inch of her.
“You’re staring,” she muttered, cheeks flushing slightly. “Do I meet your standards?” She was trying to sound coy, but being so scantily clad in front of me was doing her in.
I closed the distance between us in one stride, hands settling on her waist, thumbs tracing the delicate silver chains. "You exceed them," I breathed, voice hoarse with need. "You're perfect."
She smiled, slow and sweet. She didn’t deny it.
“Come with me,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Let me show you my paradise.”
The private staircase wound down from my deck to the sand below, carved into the cliff face like something from a movie.
Estelle's hand was warm in mine as we descended, but she didn'tcling or hesitate. She moved with the grace of someone who belonged in my world, who could match me step for step.
The beach was perfect—white sand still warm from the day's sun, waves lapping gently at the shore.
I had my staff set up a blanket earlier, along with champagne chilling in a bucket, but all of that faded when I saw Estelle at the water's edge.
She waded in without hesitation, the emerald fabric clinging to her skin as the waves swirled around her calves. When she glanced back at me, her smile was pure mischief.
“You're staring again,” she called out, tucking her hair back.
“Can’t help it,” I admitted, closing the distance between us. The water was cool against my skin, but she was warm when I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. "You're all I see."
And it was true, all I’d seen meeting her was her; she’d consumed my entire being.
