Chapter 4

Spencer

Fuck me, this is intense.

She’s intense.

And normally I’d run a million miles. But there’s something about her. Something I can’t deny.

Lying here on this enormous bed with the mirror above us, and knowing she was getting off on it, has amped up the kink factor for this little tryst.

I know it’s dangerous, given the situation and why I’m here, but I ask it anyway. “Don’t think we got around to what you do for a job. Or where you live.”

She wrinkles her nose and shifts closer to me. “My job is boring. And I live in Atlanta.”

Atlanta. Not that far away from Miami. Doable. “Sweet. You a Falcons fan?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t have a lot of time for sports.”

She’s being cagey which makes me even more curious. But it also makes it clear she’s setting boundaries already.

Boundaries that mean she’s already decided what this is. A twinge of emotion stabs at me, and I have to remind myself I don’t want or need the complication either.

I stretch my arms over my head and look out the window. “Starting to get dark. We should probably think about packing up.”

She sighs and runs her hand down my arm. “You’re right. I should probably check on Beth, make sure she’s gotten the car back to the resort.”

But she doesn’t move, just looks at my upper body with enough heat to make me know she’d be open to doing this again.

With that thought in mind, and now facing the very real possibility she’s going to walk out of my life, I decide to delay it as long as I can.

The owner isn’t even in the country. No one will even know if we stay here a little longer than the half-day allocated to maintenance.

I haul myself off the bed and grab two robes from the wardrobe

I pull one over my shoulders then toss the other on the bed. “I’ll go grab your clothes.”

She sits up and flicks her still wet hair behind her shoulders. “I’ll come with you.”

I tie the robe and smile. “No need. I’ll grab the food too. You stay here and take a look around the house. I might even tell you who owns it.”

Her eyes widen and she climbs off the bed. “Is it someone famous?”

I shrug my shoulders, even though I know it isn’t. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

I grab a towel and toss it on the floor to dry some of the water we brought in. I’ll probably have to change the sheets and replace the food, but it’ll be worth it to taste her pussy again.

My lips curl upwards as I make my way out of the beach house and past the pool.

I grab our clothes, smiling as I pocket her panties and pick up the uneaten food and blanket.

The sun has started to set, and I know she’s going to want to see it. Women love shit like that.

When I get back to the house, I find her lounging beside the pool, staring at the water.

I dump everything at her feet, and smile. “Get dressed and meet me on the beach. I want to show you something.”

She gives me a puzzled smile but starts to reach for her t-shirt, so I take the opportunity to leave.

Belatedly I remember I left her panties in the robe pocket, but if I get my way, she’s not going to need them anytime soon.

I hurry to the beach, spot the dinghy where I left it and hope she’ll be as open to this as I need her to be.

I manage to disconnect the fuel just as the sunset illuminates the sky in pinky-orange.

I straighten and smile as she appears, looking luminous as the glow from the sun catches on her.

Sure enough, she barely notices me, just stares open-mouthed at the sky, and the sun reflected on the water.

With the waves lapping against the shore, I make my move and slide my arm around her waist.

I leave her to watch the sunset until her face relaxes, and she looks completely peaceful. “I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear first?” I say.

***

Audrey

Any peace I had about the glorious sunrise to end a perfect day is shattered when he gestures to the boat. “Bad news is that the motor won’t start. The good news is we can stay here till I can fix it.”

Panic clutches at my chest. This was not supposed to happen. This was supposed to be one incredible moment, not an entire night.

“Can’t you fix it?”

He shakes his head. “Not tonight. It’s getting too dark to see and I’m not sure I’d have the tools I need. But I can tomorrow.”

My jaw slackens and I’m now beginning to wonder if he’s lying about this too.

He wants me to stay here. Alone. With him. For one night.

The fact that he didn’t bring back my panties makes this all highly unlikely.

But it’s not like I have anywhere to be tonight, or tomorrow really. I still have reception, I can call Beth, tell her I’m not coming back.

The more I stare at Spencer, the more I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.

But how can I not consider it? It’s one more night, and the orgasms he gave me are worth ignoring his bad behavior.

I release a sigh and fold my arms across my chest. “If you wanted me to stay, you could have just asked. You didn’t need to contrive this story.”

His eyebrows rise and he places a hand to his chest as though he’s in pain. “I’m shocked and stunned you think I’d lie to you.”

I roll my eyes. “Is this why you kept my panties? Because you were going to sabotage the boat, so I’d stay?”

A lazy smile appears, and I know in that instant I am not dealing with an amateur. He’s too polished, too smooth, something I might have noticed earlier if I’d not been so charmed by him and his golden tongue.

“Sabotage is too strong a word. But yeah, I want you to stay. And I figured you needed a good enough reason to.”

I snort. “It’s that important is it? That I stay here?”

He grins. “It’s important I make you come again. And I get the feeling that won’t happen once we leave here.”

Heat rushes around my body, but rather than annoyance or irritation he’s been so honest and so crude, a shiver travels to my clitoris. “What makes you think it’ll happen again if I stay?” I say.

His voice drops an octave and the shiver only grows. “You don’t want me to?”

My breathing starts to increase but I can’t answer. He takes another step. “You liked it. Tell me you don’t want to do it again.”

A groan escapes, and I can feel my nipples stiffening just from the memory of his hands on me. “Stop it,” I rasp.

“Why? Because you want to stay in control? You don’t have to be. Not here. Not with me.”

“You don’t understand,” I whisper.

But my eyes are no longer looking in his, they’re moving over his muscled torso and drinking him in.

He’s one foot away from me, eyes locked on my lips when the last of the sun slides away leaving us in greying light.

“Say it. Say it and I’ll fix the boat and I’ll take you back to the resort,” he growls.

But I can’t, I can’t say it. Because I do want him to. Tremors of pleasure are already tingling between my legs.

He takes another step closer, and I can barely see his eyes in the failing light. “Last chance, Audrey.”

I start to tremble with unsatiated lust. The words slip past my lips before I can filter them. “I’ll stay,” I hear myself say.

***

Spencer

My pulse is speeding as I slide my hands around her waist and pull her closer.

She swallows hard and I can feel her entire body trembling. “What do we do now?”

My lips curl into a smile. “We’ve got the whole night. But I’m starving, so first we go have something to eat. After that, whatever we want to.”

Her lip catches her teeth. “And you’re sure we won’t get in trouble?”

I chuckle. “If we do, it’ll be worth it.”

She doesn’t seem convinced but when I take her hand, she lets me pull her back towards the beach house.

The food I packed is still in the cooler, so I release her hand, flick the lights on and grab it from where I dumped it on the kitchen floor.

“Take a seat,” I say.

She picks up the cooler and starts pulling out the food and placing it on the table.

When she’s laid out most of the food, I open the fridge and grab a bottle of champagne.

Her eyebrows rise. “Are you sure this is okay?”

I grin as I place two long-stemmed glasses on the table. “Stop worrying and make the most of this.”

She sighs and picks up a strawberry. “You’re dangerous.”

I laugh and take a seat, so I can pour her a glass. “Dangerous good or dangerous bad?”

Her smile is wry. “Is there a difference?”

I take a gulp of champagne and pop a piece of prosciutto ham into my mouth before replying. “One will get you in trouble, the other will make you want more of it.”

She snorts and nearly chokes on her drink before recovering enough to shake her head. “You’re an incorrigible flirt.”

I wink at her and toss a cheese wedge into my mouth. “So I’ve been told.”

She carries on eating, and drinking, leaving me to watch her and to admire the way her slender fingers pluck at the grapes.

Fingers I’m now picturing sliding the length of my shaft. By the time she pushes her plate away and we’ve drunk half the bottle of wine, my cock is stiffening in anticipation.

I down the final mouthful in my glass and send her a playful smile. “Want to take a tour of the rest of the house. Check out the other bedroom?”

Her eyes pop, and heat tracks across her cheeks spreading to her neck. “Are we allowed?”

I tick off the hours between now and morning and grin. “I won’t tell if you won’t”

Something flickers over her face I hope I’m not misinterpreting. But when she looks at me through her lashes, I know I haven’t. “Trust me, I’m not planning on telling anyone I did this.”

I spring to my feet and ignore the dull ache in my chest at the finality of her words.

But if she’s here only for the sex, I aim to make the most of it. I yank her upward and kiss her hard.

She moans and grabs my head, her tongue melding with mine, as I shift my hands to her ass.

I pick her up with a grunt and slide her onto the tabletop, kissing her soft lips and running my hands under her shirt.

Since I know she’s not wearing panties, I slide my hand up her thigh and find her pussy.

She moans as I push her legs open wider and start rubbing her clit. Her kisses start to get more desperate, and I can feel her getting wetter.

Her hands are tugging at my clothes, at my jeans until one hand is on my hard cock, and the other is on my ass.

I lean into her, still fingering her while she’s slowly stroking the length of my shaft.

Jizz starts to coat the tip, and I’m about ready to take it into the bedroom again when she pushes me back and jerks her shirt over her head.

She tosses her shirt beside my feet and unhooks her bra, so her incredible tits are loose.

I shift, ready to lick her nipples but she shakes her head and gets on to her knees. “My turn,” she purrs.

She grabs my ass and pulls me in closer so she can take my cock in her mouth.

Her tongue flicks over my tip and she grips my ass cheeks so she can draw me in deeper.

I suck in a breath as pleasure shoots up the length of my shaft until I’m gripping her hair.

Her hands shift and she starts to play with my balls as she sucks so hard I forget my name.

I’ve had some great head before this, but this, is something else. If I weren’t planning on fucking her again, I’d let her keep going until I come.

Given the noises she’s making and the way her hands are exploring my body, I’m pretty sure she’s getting off on sucking my cock.

That and the way she’s looking up at me while she blows me, is enough to make me start to lose control.

I can feel a come building, and her mouth is so hot and wet, it’s almost like her sweet pussy.

I push her back, and like the wild look she gives me when I pick her up again and start kissing her.

She’s so wet, so ready, my cock finds its way inside her without me guiding it. Her mouth opens and she lets out a whimper as grips me tighter.

I start to thrust, eyes locked on her tits as they bash together from the motion.

It’s so hot, so raw I know I’ll come if I don’t slow it down, so I lift her up and stagger into the lounge.

I make it to the sofa and manage to flip her around so she’s on top of me. We kiss for a while before she sits on my cock and starts to rock her hips back and forth until she’s making more noise than I am.

She grips my shoulders, digging her nails in as her mouth slackens and her eyes close. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she pants.

Spurred on by her, I relax and quit holding it back and let her ride me until I’m exploding inside her.

She flops down on top my me, as we both try to catch our breaths. Her breath is hot in my ear as she licks my earlobe. “Next time you fuck me,” she whispers.

I chuckle and run my fingers down the slope of her back and waist. “It’ll be my pleasure.”