He held one of those wet fingers up to her lips. The intent wasn’t just to silence her. As her mouth opened, he slid them against her tongue and had her suck her own flavor off his skin.
“I know where I am,” was all he said.
Eden didn’t know what to do, so she just stood there as Bryce pulled his hand back and inspected her skirt. Was he jealous? Irate? Sympathetic?
“Is this your dress? Does it mean anything to you?”
It technically was her dress now, but as for the latter part of the question? “No. It means nothing to me.” She leaned down toward his ear. “Just a dress for men to fuck me in.”
His hand was back up under her skirt and rubbing her ass. Yet two seconds later, he grabbed some of the fabric andyanked.
Eden yelped as the skirt was ripped from her body. Literally tearing from the seam as Bryce made short work of the cheap fabric. Helpless to stop him, Eden held onto his shoulder as he finished with her skirt and went after her bust, pulling it off her body as if it were nothing.
Pieces of ruined fabric fell. Eden stood before him in nothing but her thong and shoes.
He buried his face in her breasts and pulled her thighs onto one of his. Instinctively, Eden began to ride his denim, desperate for any kind of sexual stimulation to touch her body.
“Just so we’re clear…” He grabbed her hair next, halting her movements. “You’re all mine for the rest of the night. I’ve cleared it with your supervisor. You’re going to be here, with me,in my bed, getting fucked byme,so it’s evident to not only you but the rest of this island that you’re mine. So help me, my cock will be the one you remember the most this weekend. It and I are about to do things to you that you’ve only dreamed of.”
Eden wrapped her arms around his shoulder and lowered her face to his. “Promise?”
“Only if you acknowledge that I’m about to wear you out for the rest of the weekend.”
At this rate, she highly doubted he had the power to do that… but she was more than willing to let him try.
Chapter 10
Benson
Benson had kept this woman at the edge of his imagination all day. It was the only way to get through a “relaxing” time at the resort without losing his mind.Once I decided I had to have her…He was at the pool again for part of the afternoon, attempting to read one of the generic books stocked in the cottage, but all he could think about was when he first saw Brim sitting at the bar. But instead of Brim, he saw a bevy of other Butterflies in various stages of undress as they flirted with guests and worked on their tans while on the clock. None of them inspired him the way Brim had.
Let alone the way she had felt around him in the nightclub the night before…
He could have had her much earlier. But he wanted a proper date with her. And he knew, from previous experiences, that if he requested her company in the evening that he would have a few hours with her instead of two, tops.
Perhaps that was what Benson wanted. A date fantasy.
Who knew this was part of my fantasy…
Well, for one,heknew this was his fantasy. Ripping the clothes off the woman he wanted to bed was par for the course for Benson Smith, but tossing her down on his bed so he could tie her to the center cut-out of the headboard accelerated his fantasies. The sun was barely down. A few candles were lit once he had Brim tied up, and he needed a moment to take it all in.She’s. So. Perfect.Were there moments of doubt that made him need a drink?Absolutely.He couldn’t stop thinking that this woman was probably born around the time he was incollege.When he was his own daughter’s age. Yet here he was, not only sticking his dick in women young enough to be his daughter, but setting up the perfect scenario for him to claim Brim all evening long.
I should have asked for her earlier.She had already been with some other guy while Benson was bored at the pool. When he saw her up on the top floor of the hotel with some other guy screwing her against the window…
He should have been jealous. Deep down, he was, but he wouldn’t take that out on Brim. She was just doing her job. That was the nature of La Mariposa. Everything wassex, sex, sexfrom the moment everyone stepped onto shore. Even the chefs in the kitchen and the sailors bringing over supplies from the main island thought about sex the whole time they were here.
But he wasn’tproperlyjealous that his fixation had been coming on the end of another man’s cock. If anything, he was jealous that he wasn’ttherewith them.
Brim was sweetly quiet as he leaned against the wall and settled his gaze between her naked body and the bedroom windows overlooking the sea. His cottage was tucked in a place where nobody but a nosy maintenance crew would be walking by, but he was still inclined to close the blinds.Eventually.Rightnow, he loved the view of a naked woman ready for him and the calm, serene waves slowly meandering toward the shore.
When she confessed that she had imagined him fucking her face while the other lucky bastard came inside her, whether it was true or something she came up with in the moment, Benson barely contained himself.I want to be there next time.Already, he wanted to know if she would be at the orgy on Sunday night. He didn’t care who else was involved. It would be the highlight of the trip.
After this, of course.
His pants were too damn tight. Despite fitting quite comfortably earlier… shit, he couldn’t blame that healthy dinner, either. That was his cock taking up serious space in his jeans, and it would have to stay there, getting harder than a damn rock, as he loomed over Brim and waited for her pretty blue eyes to look back at him.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she whispered, looking quite comfortable aside from the way her wrists were bound above her head. “Although I could be warmer with you on top of me.”
