Page 82 of Tailored for You

I replayed her words as she moved past me.

Staying where I was, I watched here move down the hall, praying this wasn’t a dream. When she reached the end, the straps of her dress slipped from her shoulders, the dress pooling at her feet.

She was naked, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. The sun shone through the windows, highlighting her body.

The sight of her went straight to my cock.

“Are you coming?” she asked, winked at me, and disappeared into the living room.

I sprinted after her, ripping my boxers off as I went.

Martina was getting whatever she wanted when I saw her. A private island? Done.

I heard Serena’s flirty giggle, the one that made my chest ache.

She picked up her pace, nearly making it to the steps before I caught her by the waist. I swept her up, her laughter echoing as I carried her down the steps toward the jacuzzi.

She squealed, her laughter filling the air, easing the panic and worry that had consumed me earlier.

I stepped into the jacuzzi, holding her in place as I sat her on my lap.

There was a fruit and cheese platter waiting for us; the men on the grounds knew to stay out of sight.

I took a piece of melon and held it out for Serena to bite. She straddled me, my stiff cock notched between our bodies.

“What did Martina say to you?” I asked as she ate from my hand. Cazzo, I was going to feed her like this for the rest of the day.

“She calmed me down. Talked some sense into me.” She put a hand on my shoulder, adjusting her position, and inadvertently rubbing my cock. This was the best, most painful position I’d ever been in. I wasn’t going to move an inch, though. “She pointed out that I knew the dangers before I said yes to you. There’s danger every day, and I shouldn’t shy away from someone I like because something a little scary happened. Plus, she pointed out that if there was anyone who would keep Harper and me safe, it would be you.”

She had that right. Though I don’t think she realized how far I was willing to go to ensure they stayed safe. I wouldn’t say having men sneak up on us in the dead of night, intent on killing us, was merely a little scary, but what did I know?

“It was intense. I’m sorry it happened at all,” I said, holding out a chocolate-covered strawberry for her.

“I’m okay; nothing bad happened other than being scared. Once the shock wore off, it didn’t shake me as much as I thought it would. Probably because I knew you were there, handling the situation.” She pulled my wrist to her mouth and finished the strawberry.

I leaned in and kissed her neck, allowing myself to linger there. That small drop of trust was worth millions of dollars.

“I’ll protect you and Harper with my life.” I fed her more fruit, loving the content expression on her face as she chewed. A little juice leaked from the corner of her mouth, and she leaned in to lick it away, needing to touch her.

“This isn’t how I planned for the second day of our date to go.” I admitted.

“I think it was perfect,” she said, turning her head to look out at the pool and the ocean. “I’ve never had a chance to slow down and take a day for myself. It feels almost wrong for Harper to be with other people, so I could do something like get a haircut.”

I’d heard of this feeling—Mom Guilt.

“If you don’t take care of yourself and keep running on empty, you’re no good to anyone,” I said, hoping to ease her mind. “Harper needs to see that you care about yourself, too.”

She wrinkled her nose at me. “You sound like Minnie and Martina.”

“They’re right. Taking time for yourself helps,” I said.

“So, you’re saying I should slow down?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Yes,” I said, rubbing a hand on the small of her back.

She sat up and gripped my cock, placing it near her entrance.

“I know what I want to slow down this time.” She slid down, taking me in one move.