It might be a nickname, but the truth of it isn’t lost on me. The woman is a goddamn princess. Given half the chance, I will serve her body like a loyal subject.
She stands poolside, ready to jump. Oceanic eyes glitter brighter than the water as they skim across my torso and lower. I haven’t had this much fun in forever. Who’d have thought Miss-Silver-Spoon-Sexton would be so easily corruptible?
‘That bikini looks unbelievable on you, but it wasn’t part of our deal.’
Fiery eyes hold mine defiantly as she slowly unties the lycra, discarding it with a brief flick of her wrists. Her confidence is as sexy as her full, round breasts.
My eyes drop, noting the absence of tan lines. Topless in her garden is clearly not a new look for her. Perfect nipples point directly at me, silently screaming to be sucked.
This deal might have been my idea, but there’s no mistaking who’s in control, for now at least. I can’t tear my eyes from this semi-naked goddess.
Why on earth did I think she’d be shy? Sasha told me she’s no wilting virgin. Her experience is obvious. She’s empowered by it and it’s sexy as fuck.
Dare I believe I’ve finally met my match?
The timing couldn’t be any worse.
‘Pop the bottle, will you? Anyone would think you’ve never seen a topless woman before.’
Head in the game. I can berate myself later. It’s something I’ve gotten good at over the years.
‘Princess, the deal was naked.’ My tongue darts over my lips as I drop to a lounger, relishing the show.
‘Good things come to those who wait, isn’t that what you told me yesterday?’ Her fingers skim across her smooth flat stomach, skimming the waist band of the remaining lycra. My dick stiffens noticeably in my boxers.
I didn’t realise it was possible to get any harder.
She’s good.
Really good.
To hell with the consequences. I can’t wait to make her come undone.
As I pop the cork, she dives into the pool, surging through the water to materialise at my feet. An outstretched hand silently demands her drink.
Holding a glass of fizzing bubbles deliberately out of her reach, I nod towards the water that envelopes her lower half. ‘Loose them.’
She shrugs, slips out of the bikini bottoms, a hand emerging a few seconds later and slapping them straight into my palm. Oh, I am definitely keeping these as a souvenir.
I hand her the glass and clink my own against it in a toast. ‘Cheers to our deal. A pleasure doing business with you.’
Evocative eyes dart towards my boxers. ‘I’m still waiting for you to hold up your end, though.’ She sniggers at her own joke.
I’m pretty sure they can see my end holding up in Timbuktu right now. And I thought I was the funny one.
‘Good things come to those who wait, remember?’ Placing my glass and the rest of the bottle next to the glittering water, I drop my underwear, revelling in the way she swallows hard at the sight of my erection. In one swift jump, I’m in next to her.
‘Now we’re even.’ I bob in the water, mere inches from her.
It occurs to me that even though I have every intention of lavishing her with a never-ending stream of multiple orgasms, she mustered enough control to stop me last night. Who’s to say she’s going to let me take her now? She could be the biggest prick-tease ever.
She wants it, whatever this thing between us is, but she’s got more self-discipline than most. So, before she has time to back out, I reach for her bare shoulder, using my index finger to trace lower over her collar bone.
She doesn’t flinch.
My fingers skirt lower, dropping to worship those glorious tits. ‘You are fucking magnificent, Chloe.’
‘You’re not so bad yourself, considering I hate you and all that.’ Her hand extends to palm my pecs as lusty eyes comb every inch of my bare skin.
