There’s no way I’ll get any work done with this perfect specimen of a man in my hotel room. I’m not even going to fight the temptation of his chiseled jaw and perfect stubble. We’re just going to have to get it out of the way; clear the space for a productive writing session.
He slips out of his flip-flops and regards me, still clinging to his bags. “I promise I’m not here to distract you.” His words are earnest, but his quirked brow says otherwise.
“Right.” Grinning, I shake my head. “You are not the least bit distracting.” I wave a hand in front of his chest. “Fine. I think we should get thisdistractionout of the way.”
“What?” He gently places his bags on the floor.
Orgasms release endorphins and oxytocin. Endorphins and oxytocin are good for cognitive flexibility, therefore… “Orgasms are good for creativity.”
In one fluid motion, Cam pushes off the dresser and pulls me by the waist until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. He buries his face in my neck, sending goose bumps skittering down my arms. “I think I remember you saying you like to take control.”
He gasps when I grab his arms, spin, and throw him onto the bed.
I straddle his hips. “Think you can handle it?”
26
Cameron
I swearthis is not why I came.
After breakfast, Ezra and I parted so I could get a little work out of the way. My colleagues were much too loud, so I swiped my belongings and made my way to the resort’s main entrance. Millie spotted me along the way and, with a mischievous look, suggested an alternative office.
Did I imagine Joey would be straddling my lap within two minutes of my arrival? Of course, but I swear I wasn’t anticipating it. What I told her was true; I figured that since we were both working remotely this morning, we could do it together.
But now, the most beautiful girl on the island is taking the reins, and I’m ready.
I toss my hat onto the floor and lie flat against the mattress. Just as my hips shift upward in greeting, Joey hops off and scurries into the bathroom.
“What the—” I groan and slap my hands against the sheets. I’m ready to haul myself up and chase her down when she returns. She’s got her hair pulled up in a messy bun and a belt from one of the complimentary robes in her hands. With her lipcaught between her teeth, she glides the white cotton fabric between her fingers, then tugs it tight.
“Do you consent?”
I nod.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Y-yes. I consent.” I can’t spit it out fast enough. What is this vixen up to? And what did I do to deserve her?
“Undress.Now.” Her irises are molten and her chest is flushed with desire.
Never have I ever shed my clothes so quickly—not even in college when playing strip poker.
With deft fingers, she drapes the soft sash over my eyes, then secures it with a knot off to the side of my head. While it doesn’t block out all the light, if I close my eyes beneath it, I can’t see a damn thing.
Without my sight, all my other senses are heightened. The symphony of tourists outside is muffled when she closes the sliding glass door, and the soft padding of bare feet against the tile takes center stage. The room quiets like she’s stopped beside the bed, so I drag one arm out over the sheet and find the hem of her sundress. The sight of her cleavage on display in this tiny piece of fabric at breakfast almost did me in. I don’t know what she has in store for me, but I better get a taste of those tits today.
I work my fingers beneath the hem until she backs away. The rustling that follows leaves me hopeful that when she returns, she’ll be naked. The bed dips, and she straddles my waist. The heat of her has my dick ready for duty in an instant. In the next moment, her arousal is coating me. A shudder runs through my body; not knowing what may happen next is both thrilling and terrifying. Petite hands squeeze on either side of my neck, massaging circles down to my shoulders, then to the tops of my biceps.
“Relax,” she breathes into the silence. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
The duvet rustles as she shifts to settle between my legs. I expect her to go straight for my cock, but I should have known better. My toes curl on instinct when she drags her nails up the insides of my legs. She starts at my ankles, then pauses mid-thigh.
With my left hand, I squeeze my shaft, desperate for release. I’m already aching.
Joey grasps my wrist and tugs, forcing me to let go. “Do I have to tie your hands too? Or will you be a good boy and behave?”
No? Yes? I thrash my head from side to side, so out of my mind already I can’t think straight.
