He’s such a gentleman, closing the door and lifting my heavy suitcase so I don’t have to.
I instantly feel better and more at ease. He said I could choose any bed I want, but I can’t stop thinking about sliding into these sheets with him and feeling his warm possessive arms wrapping around me. I think about having his weight pressing me into the mattress, his skin sliding on mine, his mouth all over me… I get all warm and needy down there, so I squeeze my eyes closed and try to shut those dirty thoughts out of my head before I get myself into trouble.
“That’s enough of that,” I whisper as I open my suitcase and grab my bathing suits.
Should I go with the conservative one, the medium one, or the skimpy one?
It’s barely a debate.
I grab the skimpy one and put it on.
CHAPTER FIVE
Adrian
My heart is on overdrive when I see Maya strutting out of the room in a tiny white bikini. She has a see-through sarong wrapped around her waist and those delectable hips are giving me heart palpations. Her flawless skin is all shiny from the suntan lotion she just slathered on.
“Jesus,” I whisper as I run my hand over my stubbly jaw. “Nowthat’sa view.”
“The view is behind you,” she says with a smirk. Those adorable cheeks are blushing, but she puts more sway in her hips as she walks past me to the door.
“Coming?” she asks, raising her eyebrow.
I grin and yank off my shirt in one smooth motion, tossing it onto a chair. “Definitely.”
Her eyes widen a little and she holds her breath as her beautiful honey brown eyes roam over my shoulders, chest, and stomach.
“Did I mention our beach is a topless beach?”
She throws me a sharp look over her shoulder as she slides the glass door open. “Do I look like I was born yesterday, Mr. Drake?”
I shrug my shoulders and shoot her a smirk. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. When were you born?”
I know I’m older than her, but an age is just a number. Ages don’t matter when it comes to how two people feel about one another.
“I’m twenty-four,” she says as we head outside and walk down to the beach. She dips her toe in the pool on the way. “Is that too young for you? Or too old?”
I ignore her flirty smirk. “I’d say it’s just right. Am I too old for you? I’m?—”
“Forty-two,” she says. “I googled you.”
“And what else did you find?”
“A lot.”
We hit the beach and I have to stop myself from staring at her breasts that are so jiggly on the uneven sand. It takes all of my focus not to openly gawk in awe at this woman.
“I found out that you’re kind of a big deal,” she says, shading her eyes from the sun as we walk to the water. “Like, billionaire-with-a-B kind of big deal.”
I grin. “Don’t believe everything you read online. Half of it’s made up.”
She squints. “So, you didn’t invent government-grade encryption?”
“Ah.” I glance out at the horizon. “You got to that part.”
She nudges me with her elbow. “Kind of hard to miss. The article made it sound like you’re some mysterious one-of-a-kind tech genius. How did the journalist put it? Tony Stark meets Steve Jobs with a dash of Brad Pitt.”
“It was George Clooney.”
