“When you look at me, a fire ignites in the pit of my stomach. The longer you look, the longer you talk, the longer you touch; these all stoke the flames. But you’re always thinking, and everyone knows passion doesn’t come from the brain.” A gentle breeze blows a lock of brown hair into her face and she swats it away. “You see, I like a man like you—a man that is everything I both read and dream about. You’re tall and wide and sexy, but you don’t know what to do with it all. I know I’m not much, but I own all of me. I walk around like I’m the fucking Queen Bee and I’m not ashamed of it.”
Oh, joy. More compliments. “And your point is?”
“My point is, it won’t kill you to enjoy at least one thing in your life and it sure as hell won’t kill you to block your thoughts, drop the suit and innocent man act, and take me to the fucking moon and back. Call me names, pull my hair, spank my ass—I don’t care—just do something you’ll enjoy.”
As she finishes her sentence, all I can think about is her sweet breath as it caresses my face, quick and certain. I hadn’t realized I’d leaned in so far. I’m close enough to flick out my tongue and lick her bottom lip. With a sharp inhale, she swallows the distance between us, forcing her lips to crash with mine. I push myself roughly onto her, careful not to drop the bulk of my weight onto her frame. Curvaceous or not, women still have small bones.
With my knees, I force her thighs apart and immediately, I feel her flex her hips into mine as she moans once into my mouth. All rational thoughts fade away as my current existence begins to revolve around her. In this moment, as my mouth consumes hers, I couldn’t care less about my father—about my job. All I want is to do something I enjoy… and I enjoy Alix very much. I become so wrapped up in her and the way her body moulds perfectly against mine, I don’t recognize my own hand as it curls around the hem of her tank top and bra. I yank on the fabric until her generous bust pours out an inch from my face. Then, I pull my mouth from hers. Another breeze blows and her nipple hardens to its maximum point as her skin erupts with goose bumps. I pause momentarily, knowing very well that this is wrong. To do such a thing in public is unacceptable and even though a warning floats around the front of my skull, flashing its lights, I can’t find the rational urge to stop myself. Despite my better judgment—a judgment that has kept me out of trouble my entire life—I close the distance between her nipple and my mouth. With a sharp inhale, her back arches. My blood rushes, making my head spin and my heart pound. Alix’s hands claw at my hips and pull at my shirt. I feel the wind blow against my bare lower back as she tugs on my clothes. What a wonderful feeling it is to completely let go of your surroundings—to be involved in the situation unfolding and not in the details.
Adrenaline courses through me at the thought of getting caught for something so uncharacteristic. I pause, stilling my mouth and tongue against her soft flesh. This is not appropriate behavior for a Vice President of a billion dollar company. This is not appropriate behavior for a boss with thousands of employees worldwide. If we’re caught, and the details leaked… it could ruin me. It could ruin everything my father has worked for.
Alix growls as I let her slip from my mouth. “What is it? Why are you stopping?”
With a small pang of disappointment in a hard place I really don’t want to think about, I roll off her.
“We’re not doing this.” I tell her as I fish my phone from my pocket.
Sand sticks to the screen and I bet it’s filtered in between the cracks too. I try to ignore her as she sighs dramatically and conceals her breast behind her top. I type out a quick text to my personal assistant, Jamie. I don’t think I’ve ever bothered him so late before… then again, I pay him enough not to feel bad about it. Jamie texts back almost immediately, telling me he’ll meet me at the steakhouse in twenty minutes. I slip my phone back into my pocket and sit up.
“My PA, Jamie, is coming to pick us up. He’ll take you home.”
“I don’t want to go home.” She rebuts.
The bitterness in her tone doesn’t pass me by. In fact, it sits rather uncomfortably on my chest. “I’m not leaving you on the beach alone, Alix.”
She shoots me a look—an aggressive look. “Unless you’re going to drag me kicking and screaming all the way back to the steakhouse then yes, you are.”
I set my jaw nice and tight to stop myself from taking her up on her suggestion. It’d be almost too easy to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back, but if that’s not what she wants, fine. She’s not going to get a reaction out of me. I’m a grown ass man and I’m not going to let some… some girl try to make me feel bad. I push myself to my feet.