She leaned back to balance her palms on my legs, giving me a better angle to fuck her tight pussy. I pounded into her, driving us higher and higher until we both came, crashing like waves on a beach.
Lexi collapsed on top of me. The heavy breathing was the only sound between us.
“I’m addicted to your pussy.” I kissed her swollen mouth then picked her up and carried her to the warm ocean to wash off the signs of our lovemaking.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I told her honestly as we floated in the warm, salty water.
“This is the most fun you’re going to have all trip, I’m afraid,” she said. I kissed her, wrapping my body around her in the water.
The sunset was deepening to an indigo as we walked hand in hand back to the house.
On the porch, her parents saw us and started singing some duet from what I assumed was another Disney movie.
“Ah, young love.” Cindy sighed. “I remember when we fell in love.”
“I’m still in love with you, my Ariel,” Barry said to Cindy, giving her a peck on the lips.
I could see why Lexi loved Florida and just loved life and people in general. Her parents were so unlike anyone I’d ever been around.
“Come, eat, eat!” A plate piled with grilled fish and heaps of arugula salad with fresh orange slices and a drink with its own umbrella were set in front of me.
“So,” her parents said, smiling at me. “Where did you and Lexi meet?”
They don’t know.
Fuck.
49
LEXI
What a tangled web of lies we weave.
I didn’t know how my parents were going to react to the fact that I was dating the company CEO. My mom and dad had always been very firm with me when I had gone off on my Disney summer jobs and internships, emphasizing that I could not, under any circumstances, become romantically involved with my superiors in the Disney hierarchy.
“The Mouse will not approve,” my dad had said solemnly.
“We met at an iguana meetup,” I said in a rush.
“You have an iguana?” my dad asked Grayson.
“No, I do not,” he said slowly.
“He was walking past,” I interrupted, “and saw the iguanas. It was love at first sight.”
“Yes, it was quite the sight,” Grayson said smoothly.
I speared a scallop. “Nothing like fresh seafood.”
“It is delicious, Mrs. Collins.”
“Please, call me Cindy. We like to be casual here. This isn’t Manhattan. Relax! Put your feet up.”
“It is nice not to have to wear a suit.” Grayson leaned back in his chair.
My dad toasted him with a mojito.
Grayson was the poster boy for polite, handsome, corporate boyfriend. He wasn’t snooty and hadn’t said a bad word about the town. He even kept his cool as my parents peppered him incessantly with questions about his childhood, which he masterfully deflected.
