Because this is the worst day of my life, there are problems throughout all three of the companies I oversee.
This means that on the very last day of my vacation, I can’t leave my bedroom office all day, not even to eat. I don’t get a chance to hang out with Lina or Frankie or anyone except the C-suite executives of my businesses. I mean, they’re okay, but they’re no Wonder of the World.
I’m really feeling the heat when I check the time and it’s already the early evening, when I check in with myself and find that I’m exhausted and starving and realize I haven’t seen anyone all day.
A wasted day.
Bummed, I peel myself from the office chair and stretch my aching muscles. I make my way out of the house and down the stairs to rejoin civilization.
I’m busy wondering what fun I’ve missed on the very last day of vacation when I get a whiff of coconut.
Suddenly, I’m shoved up against the side of the house. I’m dragged down by the collar of my shirt, there’s a tongue in my mouth, and miracle of miracles, the Eighth Wonder of the World is in my hands.
“Fuck yes,” I groan into her mouth.
Her ass is heaven. Divine. Holy. And not because I haven’t touched a woman’s body in years. It legitimately won’t quit. It fills my hands like I knew it would and I work it like it owes me money or something, kneading and massaging and digging my fingers under her shorts for more skin.
Her soft hands are under my shirt, nails against my skin, tongue working miracles against mine, and I wonder what would it feel like when it dragged up my?—
Pressure, my tiny animal hindbrain thinks,need pressure, and I’m lifting her and spinning us and pinning her against the wall with my hips, positioning my dick where it’s begging me to be. She doesn’t miss a beat and I have the vague notion that she links her feet together right above my ass so she can roll her body and grind down violently, and I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“God, yes,” she hisses. “There.”
“I’m going to come in my fucking shorts,” I’m saying, as she sucks her way down my neck and I’m rolling a nipple between my fingers.
“I’m not far behind you,” she breathes, and then she stiffens a bit, but I don’t really notice because I’m too busy sucking her tongue and grinding her into the wall as hard as I can with layers of fabric between us and I really only do need a few more seconds.
“Dom,” she’s saying.
“Fuck,” I say into her neck, “Lina.”
“Dom,” she says louder, and somewhere in my tiny animal hindbrain I realize she’s not moaning my name in ecstasy but in fact trying to get my attention.
I pull back a mere millimeter, not far at all, because our lips are still touching and our breaths are heaving into each other’s mouths. “What?” I say like an idiot.
She is stunning like this, her hair everywhere from my hands, her lips red and swollen, eyes almost black despite the bright of the sun. “I just had a thought.”
“What?” I repeat, instead ofoh really, not me, because I just went temporarily insane.
“They’re all waiting for us in the main house. I was sent to come get you.”
Another metaphorical bucket of ice cold water.
They’re waiting for you. Your daughter is in the main house, waiting for you.Also,it’s broad daylight, idiot.
I take a step back, easing Lina back onto the ground.
“Come here,” she murmurs, and she pulls me down by the neck. We kiss again, one of finality, one of tenderness and full of longing and apology. Again.
“I feel like I’m eighteen around you,” I say, after pressing my forehead into hers.
“Unbelievably horny? Because I’ve felt like that for the last twenty years.”
“That,” I say, with another kiss to her lips, because it’s really fascinating how soft they are and I can’t help it. “And because I can’t stop thinking about you. I feel excited to see you. Smitten.” I think about how honest I should be. “And because you’re going to make me come in my pants from thirty seconds of dry humping,” I decide to tack on.
“I’m going to figure that out for you before tonight.”
“What’s tonight?” I ask, even if I know.
