Page 125 of Cherry Beats

“I thought you might like to spend some time with your favourite man.”

Jumping from my chair, I straddled him on the lounger, watching as his smirk grew and his eyes peeled open.

“Bon Jovi isn’t my favourite man.” I rested my palms on his chest and leaned forward.

“Bryan Adams?” He rolled his eyes.

“Nope.”

“If you tell me it’s Rhett, you’re going back in that pool.”

“I prefer the drummer.”

“Phil Collins?”

“Tempting.” I grinned, my eyes widening. “But no one does it better than Presley West.”

“Are you trying to get me to fuck you on this rooftop?”

“You know it.”

“Damn.”

In one swift move, he flipped me over until he was on top of me, hitching a thigh up against his hip as he thrust his erection against my swimsuit. I circled my arse, pressing into him, my arms rising above my head. Presley grabbed my wrists, pinning them down against the lounger, his eyes drifting down my exposed cleavage. “If the rest of the world could see you like this, they’d want you the way I do.”

He dipped his head, pushing the material away from my breast with his nose before he quickly wrapped his lips around my hard nipple. The wet heat of his tongue mixed with the flashes of cold air had me closing my eyes and arching up to him. A jolt of perfect pleasure shot down my stomach to between my legs, and with every nip of his teeth and roll of his tongue, that pleasure intensified until I opened my eyes.

That’s when I saw it.

The strange thing hovering in the air behind Presley—the sound of it suddenly loud enough to be heard over the gentle moans of appreciation we’d both been making.

I blinked wildly and drew in a sharp breath.

A fucking drone was filming us.

“Presley,” I breathed through barely moving lips.

“I know, baby. I know.”

I tensed beneath him, locking up tight enough for Presley to lift his head to look at me in question. Seeing the fear on my face, he turned to follow my gaze, his hand still pinning me down as he glanced over my shoulder and took it in.

“Fuck!” he whispered.

That one moment seemed to drag out in slow motion before the drone drifted away to wherever it had come from.

I was caught up in a haze of ‘what the hell just happened’ while Presley sprang into action. He moved quickly, pulling me up and wrapping in a towel before taking me back inside.

“What was that about?” I asked him as he guided me down the stairs in a hurry.

“We need to find Julia.”

“Presley, you’re scaring me.”

“Some fucker put a drone up there to film us, Cherry.”

“Film us? Who? Who would want…?”

I didn’t need to finish. I knew the whole world would want that exclusive, and if they’d seen what I thought they’d seen, my right breast and Presley’s soft tongue were about to be splashedeverywhere.

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