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“Mmm.” I shift my hips on the bed. I’m so hungry for her, and this will only make it worse. But that’s okay with me. “We’re on a private beach somewhere, playing in the water. And we start fooling around. And then we just can’t wait. I have to carry you out of the waves, shove down your tiny bikini, put you on your hands and knees and just fuck you right there on the wetsand.”
“Thatdoessound nice.” She strokes my abs, and I have to bite my lip to keep from begging. “Is there really such thing as a truly private beach? Or is this an exhibition fantasy,too?”
“No way.” I remove her hand from my body because it’s torturing me, and kiss the palm. “It’s private because…” Just forming the sentence helps me articulate something that’s eluded me before. “…That’s what you do for me. My life is constant noise. Meetings and obligations and two thousand employees. It’s great, but it’s loud. When you kiss me, everything goes quiet. That’s the only time I can forget everyone else.” I roll to the side and put my lips right beside her ear. “And when I’m inside you, we’re all that matters. I crave it somuch.”
She turns her face toward mine, and we’re nose to nose. “I love that,” she whispers. “I didn’t know I could do that foryou.”
More kissing happens. I’m harder than rebar. This time when Rebecca sticks her hand down my boxers, I don’t push it away. She gives me a slow stroke and I groan into hermouth.
“Bec,” I pant as she works over my cock with a smooth hand. “What’s yourfantasy?”
Her lips go still against my mouth. “It’s simpler than yours. You just push me face down on the bed. I try to talk to you, but you don’t listen. You just hold me down and go totown.”
“That’s not…” It’s hard to form a sentence while Becca plays with my balls. “…Very polite of me,” I manage to getout.
“I know.” She sucks on my earlobe and then runs her thumb over my cockhead. I’m dripping for her. “But some fantasies make more sense in your head than in reallife.”
She has a point. Beach sex usually results in sand in someone’sasscrack.
That’s my last rational thought as she strokes me. God, I need to come. I pull Becca onto my body so that she’s straddling me, my dick between her legs. She leans down to kiss me, and I take her ass in both hands, encouraging her to grind onme.
“Oh,” she moans into mymouth.
“Can you come like this?” Ipant.
“I don’tknow.”
“Let’s find out.” We kiss and grind like teenagers. I need it to end, but I never want it to end. Silence cocoons us. There is only the sound of our breath and the thudding of myheart.
“Jesus,” Becca complains. Then she sits up, straddling my thighs, and puts her hand inside her panties, her fingers working, her breasts straining the red satin as she takes a deepbreath.
Hellobrand newfantasy.
Becca gasps and shudders, and I yank my dick out of boxers and come all over mychest.
24
Nate
June 3, New York
After we get backto New York there are two consecutive nights when I have to delete Bingley’s audio recordings instead of sending them to the team. Life is very good. When I’m not thinking about Rebecca, I’m picturing my boys beating up onDallas.
I like this picture alot.
Stay in my hotel suite in Dallas, I text Becca the morning she’s scheduled to depart with the team.There’s a Jacuzzi tub init.
Nope, she replies.This is a work trip.Nocanoodling.
Ah, well. A man can try. Just to stir the pot, I call the hotel myself and ask them to swap Rebecca’s ordinary room for my hotel suite. Even if she won’t canoodle, I want her to enjoy the suite. It’s already booked, and she’ll be there for three nights while it looks like I’ll be flying out on the Gulfstream for games only, then flying homeagain.
I still haven’t signed off on the sale of the router division. I’m leaning toward selling the division to Alex’s company, even though Alex herself still hasn’t shown up to talk to me about it inperson.
“Dude,” Stewart says, ducking into my office on Wednesday morning. “Younevertake this long to make a decision. I could start a new router company and sell it off in the time it’s taking you to figure thisout.”
He’s right. I’m not the kind of guy who spends a lot of time deliberating. But this is the first time I’ve sold off part of the company. “There are over a hundred jobs on the line,” I remind him. “Real people withfamilies.”
“That’s an honorable reason to take your time.” Stew grabs a desk ornament off my desk and toys with it. “But unless you’ve taught Bingley to read the future, there’s no way to know what the other company will ultimately do with it once it’stheirs.”
