“So anyway, the deposit fee for this place is a little steep, but this gig takes care of it. So that’s why I’m here.”
I reached over to take her hand. It was warm, even amid the balmy night air.
“You’re an awesome grandkid,” I told her. “I hope you know that.”
She rubbed her thumb over the back of my hand. “Thank you. And it turned out that the last-minute job wasn’t such a sacrifice after all.” Her voice got a little lower, a little huskier.
Heat pooled low in my stomach at the sound of it.
She raised my hand to her lips and kissed my knuckles. Her mouth was soft and warm and lingering, and then she flipped my hand over and lowered her mouth to the inside of my wrist. When she licked my pulse, I shivered, shocked at how such a small thing could feel so big. The thing about NDA-shielded hookups was that they tended to get to the point straightaway, and I’d never minded it, not really, because timeboxing was a proven strategy, and so why not timebox sex too? Why take detours, attempt multitasking, lose focus? You could still be flirtyandgoal oriented! Seductiveandstructured!
But oh, how Krysta’s mouth on my pulse made me want hours of this, just this, silky flickers and warm breath, her gorgeous lips mapping every vein, tendon, and crease of my wrist. I wondered what other places on my body she could find to kiss, places that I’d never considered erogenous or noteworthy, places that would sing under her clever tongue. I wondered what places there were on her body that I’d never taken the time to touch or treasure on a lover. I wondered if I could make her shudder and gasp with kisses on the arch of her foot or on the back of her knee.
Krysta lifted her head. Her eyes were those of a starving woman.
“I’m going to break my rules tonight,” she said quietly.
“Break them,” I said. “Break them until we’re sore.”
She took a deep breath. “I want to see your tits,” she said. “Now.”
I didn’t hesitate. I knew there was no one around, and actually at this point, I barely even cared. Forget August, forget the sit-down.Addison Hayes Gets Railed by Bodyguardon the Beachwould be how the news broke to the world, and it would be worth it for the way she followed every infinitesimal movement of my hands as they worked open the ties of my halter dress and let it slip down my body to my ankles, where it got caught in the waves. I was only in a bikini now, and when I bent over to step out of my now-wet dress and toss it back onto the sand, I knew Krysta was drinking in the sight.
Before I even finished throwing the dress, she was in front of me, shoving the cups of my bikini top to the side and staring at my breasts, taking them in her hands and squeezing and plumping and then letting them drop again.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these since I saw them,” Krysta said, the lust in her voice almost sounding like a threat. “God, even before yesterday. That jumpsuit you woreyour first night, the necklace that hung down between your tits. I wanted you tied to a bed so I could play with these pretty things forever.”
Her thumbs rolled over my stiff nipples, and I made a small noise, trembling a little. The heat in my belly moved lower now, filling the tender spot between my legs with urgency, and I reached down, just to stroke it a little.
Krysta caught my hand easily. “No, I don’t think so,” she murmured. “Only bad girls play with their pussies when they’re not supposed to.”
“Please,” I whimpered, and she lifted an eyebrow.
“I think you need to learn some patience.” She took both my hands now and put them behind her neck, and then before I could protest, she lifted me effortlessly in her arms, guiding my thighs around her waist and cupping my ass from below. And then she carried me deeper into the waves with sure, strong strides until the water was up to our waists.
“I always behave,” I protested, faintly. She’d walked right into the water, still fully clothed, and the feeling of being held by her like this, still in her button-down and trousers, while my tits were shamelessly exposed and my pussy was against her hard stomach, was electrifying. There was no immediate point to this, to her bringing her mouth to my neck and kissing it as the ocean ebbed and flowed around us. There was no reason to do it except that it felt so good to have her holding me like she owned me, kissing me like she wanted me to forget that I’d ever been kissed by anyone else.
“You behave for the public, but in private, you are so sweetly filthy, aren’t you?” Krysta purred before she bit my ear. I arched, which pressed my pussy even harder against her stomach. I tried to move, to get more friction, and the hands on my backside tightened. “See, this is what I mean,” she croonedwhen I whined at her. “You need it so badly that you forget to ask politely. We can’t have that.”
“I saidplease,” I complained. “What more do you want?”
She slid a hand from my ass up my hip to my waist and then up to a breast, which she squeezed. Hard.
“I want a new rule tonight,” she said. The moonlight made her blond hair look like ice and her eyes look like the end of the world. She was stern and strong and playful and dirty and cold and full of secret tender spots that deserved licking and cherishing just like the inside of my wrist. She was nothing like a plan, nothing like a necessary release, nothing like anything I’d ever wanted for my life, and yet I couldn’t imagine ever being able to let go of this. Of the moon glittering in her eyes and her mouth parted in hunger.
And I should have been thinking about the rules she already had, the rules I was already breaking, but I couldn’t think of anything but her low voice and those strong fingers toying with my flesh, and I wanted to give her everything, everything that one person could give another and then even more after that.
“Yes,” I finally breathed. “Any rule you want.”
She smiled, cool and wicked. “Wonderful, Ms. Hayes. I want to be in charge.”
“Aren’t you always?” I asked coyly, and she dropped her hand back to my bottom and gave it a small smack under the water.
“Watch it, Ms. Hayes, or I will take you over my knee.”
Oh fuck, that was hot. I caught her mouth with mine, getting the first taste of her since last night, and stroked my tongue against hers. “Only if you promise,” I mumbled, and she nipped at my lower lip in warning.
I exhaled into our kiss as she waded us deeper. The water washed around our chests, caressing the turgid, aching tips of my exposed breasts, and it felt amazing, so goddamn good, like the ocean was having sex with me too, and then when shemoved her hand to my stomach and slid her fingers into my bikini bottoms, I thought I would come right then and there.
