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“Follow me,” he instructs. “Don’t panic. We’ll be fine.”
“I can’t swim,” I stammer.
He hesitates, and I see it. Genuine fear. Not for himself, but for me. His jaw clenches, and he exhales hard.
"Then I’ll swim for both of us," he says.
It’s brave. Stupid, maybe. But that’s Joel. One part steel, one part recklessness. And if he’s scared, he hides it well. And somehow, I already trust him. Maybe that makes me just as reckless as him, but it doesn’t scare me, even if it should. He takes the lead, and I walk behind him with my hands firmly wedged through his belt.
“Don’t let go,” he says. We wade out of the mouth of the cave, the angry water now reaching our knees. Above us, the sky has darkened, and enraged rolls of thunder rumble. “We have a one-hundred-meter walk up the beach to the path,” he tells me. His voice is cool and commanding. “The tide will keep rising fast. We need to keep moving. Nicky, don’t let go of me.”
The water claws at my legs, each wave stronger than the last. I slip once, my grip on his belt loosening, but Joel pulls me forward.
“Hold on,” he grunts over his shoulder. “Don’t let go.”
I tighten my fingers, clinging on for all my worth as we wade through the now thigh-high sea. My lungs burn. The salt air stings my throat. Every step is like escaping quicksand.
Eventually, we scramble up the rocks onto the pathway. My heart beats hard in my chest, as if it will burst through the bone. Exhausted and fraught, all I want to do is get back to our secluded attic space. Joel wraps his arm around me, taking control and guiding me back to our hideaway.
Inside, we drip onto the wood floor, shivering and breathless.
“You’re freezing,” he says as we enter the living room. “Let’s take a shower.” He disappears into the bathroom, and the shower splutters to life. “Lift your arms, we need to get you warm,” he instructs when he comes back out, pulling my jumper over my head. Slowly, he removes every item of clothing I’mwearing, discarding them on the floor until I stand naked in front of him. And from just looking at him, I already feel a hundred degrees warmer.
His hungry eyes drop to my toes and then slowly move up my body, examining every inch of my flesh. “You go get in the shower. I won’t be a minute.”
Stepping under the scalding hot water brings instant relief to my cold bones. I close my eyes and throw my head back, allowing the liquid to flow over my body. I feel him behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nestling his growing cock between my butt cheeks. We stand and enjoy the sensation of the water flowing over our skin, gaining heat from the shower and each other.
Turning to face him, I smile up at my beautiful man through the flow, and he drops a kiss on my forehead. He squirts some shower gel into his palms and massages my breasts, his soapy hands cleansing my skin. We take our time to care for each other, wiping away the remnants of the ocean.
There’s no rush tonight. We have all night to be together. The feelings passing between us are strong and unknown to us both, but I have no doubt that he’s the man for me.
Back in our bedroom, we lie on the bed, and he slowly trails kisses down my body. He starts at my neck, down my breasts and stomach, then ends up between my legs. He spoils me in our lovemaking, always giving me an unfair balance of attention. Tonight, I want to do something special for him. I wriggle from underneath him, and he frowns at me, confused. “Go sit on the chair,” I tell him, and a smile plays on his lips.
“You want to be in control tonight, baby?” He lifts an eyebrow, and I bite my lip dramatically.
“I’m always in control, Mr. Parker. You just don’t know it.”
His eyes narrow, playful, but there’s something more in them too. Like he sees past the teasing to the parts of me that stilltremble. And maybe that’s why I want to lead tonight. Not just to tempt him, but to show myself I’m not drowning anymore.
As he sits, framed by the red leather chair. He looks incredible like a sex god waiting to be fucked. Which he will be, thoroughly. He leans back, relaxed with his legs open and his hard length resting against his stomach. My pupils dilate as I take in the vision in front of me, all for me.
I say nothing, creeping toward him, wanting to heighten his arousal at being made to wait. His eyes darken, and he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. I bite mine, and he growls under his breath, adjusting himself in the seat. With one hand, he strokes his length and gives me a dirty smile. I shake my head and wag my finger at him.
“Naughty boy,” I purr. “That’s my job. Hands off the equipment.” Taking his hands, I place them on the arms of the chair. “Don’t move them, or I’ll stop.”
Dropping between his knees and taking his cock in my hands, I stroke him deliberately, then run my tongue over his tip. He tastes divine. I glance up at him and take his cock in my mouth, then lick up his shaft. He groans in response, and I smile at my naughtiness. This man brings the whore out in me. After teasing him some more, his eyes darken further as he becomes desperate to be inside me.
When I pull back completely, he startles. I stand and turn my back to him, then bend over, touching my toes to give him a full view of my pussy, swollen and wet, ready to take him. This will be his undoing. I twist around and smile sweetly at him.
“Get the fuck over here,” he snarls.
Doing as I’m told, I lower myself onto his lap and rub against his cock, allowing my wetness to transfer between us.
“Are you ready to be fucked, darling?” I whisper, and he bites my neck hard in answer. Rising, I lift myself onto his dick,wiggling my hips to ease myself down onto him. He fills me, and it feels damn good.
I move slowly, but our pace builds, neither of us able to take control of the primal urge to fuck. My breasts hang free and bounce as I ride him hard. He places his hands on my thighs, encouraging me to go faster, harsher, more. We reach our climax together, clinging to each other as the sensations ripple through our bodies. The electricity between us is palpable.
Hours later, we lie on the fur rug wrapped around each other. Our conversation is intense—we discuss what we expect the week ahead to look like once we return to Glasgow. Tracing the definition of his abs with my fingers, I’m lost in thought for a moment.
