He tugs at the tie on my bikini top, and it comes undone. The straps slide down my arms, and the fabric floats away, exposing my tits to the night air. The shock of cold on my nipples sends a jolt through me, but his hands are already there, cupping, squeezing, teasing them with just enough pressure to make me whimper.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he groans, mouth descending to my neck, then my collarbone, then down, tongue hot and insistent as he licks and sucks at my nipples. I arch into him, grabbing his hair, needing more.
My own hands wander, desperate to touch all of him. His shoulders are broad, every inch of him solid and warm. I run my nails down his chest, and he shudders, flexing under my touch.
I could fucking stay here forever.
He nips at my nipple, then up to my jaw, and whispers, “You want to move this inside?”
“Not really.” I give him a little smirk.
“Fuck, I love that.” He grins, like he’s pleased I’m as reckless as he is.
His hand slides under my bottoms, fingers finding my clit and circling. I gasp, bucking against his hand, and he bites my shoulder. I rock against his fingers, chasing the high, while my own hand reaches for his cock, gripping it through his swimsuit.
He pulls the fabric aside, freeing himself. His dick is thick and flushed, and I stroke it. He teases my entrance with the tip, moving just slow enough to make me beg.
“Please,” I gasp, and he lines himself up, pushing inside. “Oh fuck, Beck.”
“You’re so tight, baby,” Beck bucks against me, his lips finding my nipples once more.
He sets a rhythm, slowly picking up speed. The water slaps against us, waves moving against the sides of the tub. I ride him, holding on to his shoulders, my breasts bouncing in the open air. The thrill of it is almost as good as the acknowledgment that he didn’t forget about me.
“Come on, baby,” Beck instructs as I bounce against him, his thumb now on my clit.
“Ooh…” I come first, clenching around him and tipping my head back as it rushes over me. His thrusts grow more desperate until he groans and comes, spilling inside me, holding me so tight I can’t breathe.
I collapse against him, panting. The city lights blink in the distance, but up here, we’re the only two people in the world.
Beck laughs, breathless as he steadies me with an arm around my waist. “Now that we’re not pretending like we’ve never done this before, you know what this means, right?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What?”
He dips down and kisses my nipple once more. “It means we’re going to be doing awholelot more of this.”
I hold his gaze, my mind running back to Caleb, fingers deep in me.
Shit. This just got a lot more complicated.
Chapter 15
Adrian
Ihit the space bar, and the laptop screen erupts with another fresh disaster. I stare at a flag from the legal team, this one markedescalate immediately. I grit my teeth, but then stop, exiting out of it. I should be focused.
But no. Instead, I’m coming un-fucking-glued, and there’s one reason for it.
Madison Williams.
I am not a man who obsesses. My only vices are work and the absolute annihilation of my competitors, and I built Modern Edge to satisfy those needs. I never gave a shit who the assistants were or what they wore, let alone let them get under my skin.
But I noticeeverythingabout Maddy.
And what is currently bothering me is not her work ethic or the way she manages the calendar better than I can. It’s that, lately, Beck and Caleb have become obsessed, too. Like we’ve all developed an interest in absolutely everything she does.
I saw it at the staff meeting today, in the way they both zeroed in when she coughed, and immediately offered her a water. The way Beck’s gaze lingered on her mouth, the way Caleb hovered, subtly at first, and then not subtly at all. And—here’sthe kicker—the way she responded, with her cute little smile and crimson-tinged cheeks.
She’s enjoying their attention. There’s no doubt about it.
