“You think you can do better?”
“I know I can,” she taunts. My pants tighten at the glint in her eye. My beautiful little brat, just begging me to put her in her place.
I lean close and growl, “Go on then, Cupcake.” Then I watch in disbelief as she comes in two under par, smirking at me. I’ve never seen her so cocky, and I fucking love it. There’s no way I can keep my hands to myself.
I flick a quick glance over my shoulder, scanning the room. Most of the team is on the other side of the course, laughing and having fun, loose from alcohol and being out of the office. Even if they looked our way, it’s impossible to see much in the shadows.
Iris bends to grab her ball from the hole, and my hand skates the curve of her ass, tapping it in the tiniest spank. She gives me an adorably stern look when she straightens. Even in the darkness, I can see the flush on her cheeks.
“Mr. Brooks,” she admonishes, “I hardly think that’s appropriate.”
God, I love her like this. So playful and sexy.
My hand finds her wrist, thumb pressing to her hammering pulse as I bring my mouth to her ear. “That’sDaddyto you, sweetheart.”
Fuck. What’s come over me?
It’s her. Everything about her. Her creativity, her smile, the way she makes my heart beat like it’s brand new. Like I’ve got my whole life ahead of me.
Her breath rushes out hard, eyelids falling to half-mast. “I want to kiss you so badly,” she whispers breathlessly against my ear, and I squeeze her waist.
“I want to do a lot more than that.” I glance at the waterfall, the palm fronds and the fake rocks creating a dark corner. It’stwo holes away, but I know what I need to do. “Come on,” I say gruffly, motioning to the course.
I play the next two holes clumsily, one eye on the waterfall, the other on the rest of the team as they wrap up and head back into the arcade. The minute we finish the third hole, I grab Iris’s arm, tugging her into the shadows.
She gasps in surprise, glancing over my shoulder, but we’re hidden out of sight, obscured by plastic palm fronds and boulders, shrouded in darkness behind the dull pulse of water on fake rocks. I don’t waste a moment, covering her mouth with mine and pushing her against the wall. She responds hungrily, parting her lips to let my tongue in, hands gripping my ass to tug me into her heat.
“I need you,” I rasp, already hard and ready for her. “I need you right here, baby.”
“Yes,” she breathes, turning pliant under my touch. “I need you too.”
Her hands find my belt, fumbling blindly with the buckle, and I take over, knowing we don’t have long. I just need to be inside her, just for a moment. Just to feel the tight heat of her around me, hear her soft moans in my ear.
Just to know she feels this as intensely as I do.
I free my painfully stiff cock, and she pounces on it, fingers greedily wrapping around me. Heat spirals down my limbs as I thrust into her hand, desperate to be inside her. I kiss her forcefully, shoving her dress up her thighs, cock flexing in her hand when I find her panties drenched.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit out. “You’re soaked, baby.”
“This entire night is agony,” she groans, quivering as I hook a finger into her panties, strumming her clit. “No, this entire week.” Her back arches off the wall. “God, Aidan, you have to fuck me.”
I pinch her clit, and she jolts. “You know that’s not how you ask.”
She hooks a leg around my hips, rocking into my hand. She’s so wet, my palm is slick with her.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispers, hands guiding my cock closer. “Please. I need it.”
Christ, she’ll be the death of me.
With a final quick glance over my shoulder to make sure we’re concealed, I push her panties aside and thrust into her. Heat blazes through me as her slick pussy grips my shaft, mouth falling open on a silent moan. I still my hips and drop my forehead to hers. I’m fucking shaking. She feels amazing. Too good. One thrust, and I could lose it.
“God, Iris,” I rasp, dragging my mouth over her neck, inhaling that sweet orange-blossom scent. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
She breathes out a laugh, hands stroking my beard. “The same as you’re doing to me.”
Fuck.
“Let’s never go this long without fucking again,” she says huskily, mouth finding my neck, lips brushing my Adam’s apple. “I can’t bear it.”
