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“Touch me.” She releases my cock, allowing it to fall back against my stomach, and instead, she reaches between us and slips two fingers inside her pussy. No hesitation. No warning. She takes back her power because she knows,she knowsI would make her wait.
Her legs flex and firm, and her ass bobs. She presents the perfect meal. A flawless view.
“Oh god.” She chokes out a gasp, her back arching. Her asshole puckers and squeezes. It teases me. Beckons me. Her fingers slide in, then out again, soaked in her pleasure. “Archer. Please touch me.”
I grab her hips and pull her back. My thumbs mark her skin. My thumb, almost touching her spine. She’s so small, compared to me. So breakable.
But in the bedroom, when it’s just us, there’s no fear.
“Archer!” She grabs my cock again and squeezes in threat.Squeezesin warning. “Dammit, Malone!”
I bury my tongue in her pussy and suckle until she explodes. Until her body quakes and her hand tightens to the point of danger. I slip my thumb into her asshole and take her clit between my lips, groaning when she swallows my cock all the way to the back of her throat.
Her sweet honey nectar creates a sheen on my lips, her flavor, coating the back of my tongue. Her punishing teeth are bliss, and her squeezing hand, a vise-like grip, Iswear,steals my soul.
Sucks it straight out of my body just as surely as her throat beckons my seed.
I plant my feet on the mattress, folding my legs. Then I shove up, filling her mouth until she chokes. I’m supposed to be gentle. I’m supposed to treat her like glass. But she draws me toward insanity and ensures she’ll get her island tour tomorrow.
There’s nothing I’ll deny her.
Not now, and not ever.
“Come here.” I steal my digit from her ass, groaning at her resulting cry. Then I slide her forward, replacing her mouth with her body. Lining her up, my hands bruising her skin, I hold her hips and wait.
I make us both wait.
I make us both spiral in our need and squirm because completion is so near.
I force us to be patient. But Minka loses hers before I do, and twists to show me a feral sneer.
“Swear to god, Archer Malone. I will?—”
But then she screams because I slam her down over my cock and force her to swallow me whole.
“Ajet ski?” The next day, as we approach the rear of the boat, Minka’s eyes widen at Calum. The oh-so-helpful bartender waits in shorts and a shirt, sunglasses covering his smiling eyes and his hands set on his hips. He’s having the time of his fucking life like he thinks this ishisvacation.
Glancing back at me, Minka asks, “Really?”
“A jet ski.” I hold her hand in mine, swinging our arms as we slowly approach. “We can’t get the boat any closer to the harbor. It’s too big.”
“So you want us to ride a fricken jet ski from here to,” she looks straight past Calum and points at the island. “There?”
“You afraid?” I continue forward and accept the key for the much smaller machine. “Thank you.”
“Sir.” Calum drops his gaze, a respectful bow one would expect from a worker bee when he speaks with someone like Felix. Someone like my father. I’m not them, and I don’t need the same fanfare. But I appreciate the way he keeps his eyes down. The way theydon’tlinger on my wife’s deliciously tanned legs.
She wears a sundress today, white with thin orange stripes that make her appear taller than her five-seven. Her hair is up in a ponytail that exposes her neck and the tiny heart tattoo hidden behind her ear. The ends of her locks tickle the tops of her shoulders, and her dress hangs loose. There’s no clinging to her body. No restriction that might make her uncomfortable in this heat.
“I don’t know how to ride one of these, Archer.” Turning to me, her beautiful brown eyes search mine. “I know I act like I have life by the balls and all that?—”
I snort. “Uh-huh.”
“But I can’t ride this. I’ll die and the alligators will eat me.”
“There are no alligators in the Caribbean, Doctor Mayet.” Calum’s lips curl higher, though his eyes stay on her feet. “Crocodiles, maybe. But the alligators aren’t gonna?—”
“You’re not riding on your own.” I lean in and press a kiss to her dimple—my favorite birth defect in the world—then pulling away, I keep hold of her hand and lead her to the Sea-Doo tied to the back of the boat. “I’m driving. You’re my passenger princess.”
