But then her hands reached out to take it from him, and as she rolled it down his throbbing length, he forgot about beating himself up and kissed her again, his tongue sliding across her soft lips and into her mouth, tasting the wine on her as he eased into her heat.
“Oh my God.” She gasped, legs wrapping around him and as he rocked inside her under the moonlight.
Moving his hips with the rhythm of the waves, he tried to memorize every single moment. A time he could replay over and over again in his mind when he was alone in his bed back home.
Chapter 14
Olivia looked at the clock by the hotel bed. Eleven o’clock.
She should message Connor to tell him not to bother. In fact, she had no idea why she’d suggested he come to her room after his shift.
Sex. You’re addicted to sex with him.And this is your last night together.
Okay, there was that. It had to be the only explanation for why she was sitting on her bed waiting for the late-night knock on the door, like a mistress waiting on her lover. Yet if she was being really honest, she’d also say she missed him today. Missed those gorgeous eyes on her, watching her every reaction like it was important to him. Nobody had ever studied her like that before, learned to read her so well. It made her wonder what he’d be like if they were dating for real.
Distracting.
Yes, as fun as it was to be distracted on holiday—her family had been right—it would soon be time to focus on what was important.
She picked up her phone and messaged Meera:
Give me the gossip. What do I need to know before I go in on Monday? X
England was five hours ahead, but Meera must have been awake because her reply came straight back.
Stuart’s been posturing. He had two meetings with Simon this week.
She pushed aside the niggle of worry and messaged back:
Simon doesn’t get the final say.
Meera:But he getsasay. And the way Stuart’s been licking Simon’s arse, I reckon he thinks Simon has abigsay.
Unease rolled through her. Her relationship with Simon wasn’t an easy one—professional, at best. She didn’t play golf, didn’t go to whatever gentleman’s club Stuart and Simon went to after work. Basically, she didn’t have a penis. But she had to believe the company was fair and they’d choose the CIO based on talent and how well their funds had performed.
Olivia:Good job I’m back next week.
Meera:Good for your career, maybe. How’s Nantucket? Met any sexy locals?
Olivia smiled as she replied.
Olivia:Locals? No.
Meera:OMG, you met someone?!?!?
Olivia felt like she was talking about someone else.
Olivia:Apparently I’m having a holiday fling...
Meera’s reply started with a row of celebration emojis.
I want all the goss when you get back. Where’s he from?
Ealing. It was tantalizingly close. But Meera didn’t need to know that.
Olivia:England
Meera:How hot is he, scale 1 to 10?
