Each touch was light. A whisper. A tease. “Then do it,” I breathed. “Or are you a coward? All bark and no bite?”
Her fingers dug into my hip as she pressed me up against the wall. “What did you say to me?”
“Is the aloof bodyguard persona all an act? Is it just as preconceived as you think I am? Have you ever thought about that, Krysta? That maybe you and I are exactly the same?”
She rucked the skirt of my dress up, her fingers digging and clawing into my thighs. “There isnothingabout this that was planned, Addison. I’m breaking my own rules right now.”
I should pause this. I should figure things out. How she could go from barely talking to me to having her hands under my dress was a puzzle. And yet, I couldn’t lie to myself. There was something about having a hot person who you thought hated you running their hands up your thighs. There was something about the way she’d saidAddisoninstead ofMs. Hayes. Like I was already hers.
My whimper gave me away, and Krysta growled in my ear.
“Fucking do it,” I panted harshly.
Her hand closed over my bikini-covered pussy like she owned it.
“Fucking do what, Ms. Hayes?”
“Fuck. Me,” I gritted.
“Here?” she asked. “In front of all your loyal followers? Someone could see. Even with the wall here, even with the trees. If they catch us at the right angle, they’ll know.”
“Good,” I taunted.
She watched over my shoulder, and I followed her gaze as her fingers danced along the edge of my bikini bottoms before pushing inside the waistband. She was so close to my heat that I nearly purred.
Painfully slowly, she dragged one finger through my wet crease, and it felt like ice cutting fire. I was embarrassingly soaked. I knew how to make myself come. I could practically pencil it into my schedule for the exact amount of time it took, which was why I reached down to guide Krysta’s hand. To take control.
But with her free hand she pulled mine back and then cuffed both of my wrists to the top of the wall with her fingers. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” she whispered, her words sawing through me.
She pressed the pad of her finger to my clit, applying pressure in a way that made me feral. “You’re dragging this out for too long,” I moaned. “Someone will notice.”
“They probably already have. They probably already know what a dirty little girl Addison Hayes is. How she practically mewls with need. Maybe I’ll just make you fuck yourself on my fingers. Just hold still and make you pleasure yourself. Let you do all the work. There would be no hiding then.” She slipped another finger in and began to circle my clit so slowly it made me dizzy.
“You’re all talk,” I told her, egging her on, begging her to punish me. “Shut up already and make me come.”Fuck.This was definitely crossing the line of bodyguard-client decency. It was crossing many lines. It was jumping off the damn cliff.
“Brat.” Her teeth sunk into my shoulder for a brief moment as a third finger sunk into the wet folds of my pussy and she began to abuse my clit with purpose now. “Right here and now in front of all of these people, this pussy is mine, and you will come when I say you can.” Her third finger plunged inside of me as the other two continued to knead into the throbbing bud at my core.
One of the women from a bachelor party on the cruise nearly caught the anguished expression on my face before I could tilt my head to the side and close my eyes. But I must have appeared normal enough, because she was already looking away by the time I glanced back, waving her hand for another drink.
“Ah,” Krysta hummed. “We might have an audience. Give the people what they want, Ms. Hayes. Come on my fingers like the filthy slut everyone knows you are.”
A red flush crawled up my chest and neck until finally I broke right there on her fingers.
“So fast. So easy,” she scolded, but I could already hear the satisfaction in her voice.
“It’s your fault,” I groaned, my glossed lips spreading into a smile.
She slid her hand free, gave me one hard swat on the ass, and then stepped forward next to me, leaning on the wall, dropping her bossy demeanor a bit. “Was that okay? Other than the fact that I just broke my most important rule and fucked a client.”
My voice was breathy as I said, “Please, Mommy, may I have another?”
She shook her head and laughed softly. “That’s the last time we break the rules.”
I inhaled deeply for what felt like the first time in months. Like my lungs were finally working at capacity. Despite the heavy humidity and the constant cacophony of the pool DJ, the photo booth setup, the beach towel embroidery station, and every last perfect moment I had orchestrated for all of these strangers, never had I imagined that I could feel as uninhibited as I had just then. Least of all in a crowded place where I could be discovered at any moment.
Well, that was a new kink to unpack.
But what really had burrowed into my chest was Krysta herself. She didn’t bow to me or back down. She was quiet and firm when my brain was a constant stream of chatter and to-do lists. She was my opposite in every single way, and I wanted her to consume me.
