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Simone rotates her hips, bucking against my hand. I press my palm firmly against her clit, rubbing her sensitive nub as I finger fuck her succulent cunt. Curling my fingers to rub against the back of her clitoris from within, I pull back enough to watch her come undone.
Her eyes grow bigger as she looks at me.No.Past me. “Baby?”
“Chase,” she squeaks, “we’re being watched.”
Raising an eyebrow, I look over my shoulder, scanning the pool surroundings. It’s not until I look up that I see a pair of men on the balcony terrace of the hotel bar looking down at us. I may not make out the details of their faces without my glasses, but I can see they’re eye-fucking my woman as my fingers continue to glide with ease inside her velvet heaven.
Smirking, I turn back to Simone. “If I were them, I’d be staring at you, too. I almost feel sorry for what they’re missing out on.”
Whether it was on purpose or a natural reaction, Simone’s snatch clutches around my fingers.
Holy hell, she will ruin me. Any other woman, and I’d have my dick in her so fast. But Simone isn’t any other woman. She’s my woman, and I don’t share.
A groan rattles in my chest. “Fuck, Numbers, does the thought of others catching us turn you on?”
Simone looks at me with bewildered eyes, a whimper her only response.
“Do you want them to watch us?”
She gives a small shake of her head, her eyes hooded and lust-filled.
Relief floods my system, and the tension in my shoulders unwinds some. Simone likes the idea of being caught, not being watched. And I like that.
I like that she wants to be risky with me. I like that she wants to throw caution to the wind with me. But I love that she wants to censor it, that what we share is private.
She’s perfection.
I pull my fingers from her velvet heaven, yanking her flush against me. “I don’t like creeps thinking they may peep at what’s mine. It makes me territorial, like I have something to prove. If you don’t want me showing them who you belong to, then you better wrap your sexy legs around me right fucking now.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
SIMONE
Something about those men on the balcony catching us in the pool made my insides burn and sex clutch. Of course, Chase noticed—he notices everything. And to my relief, he didn’t judge me.
No, he wasn’t disgusted; it turned him on. I could have sworn his dick jumped in his boxer briefs while trapped between our stomachs.
I’ve barely koala-strapped myself around Chase’s body before he grabs the side of the pool and hauls us out in one fluid motion, as if lifting me wasn’t a strenuous act. The fast movement has me catching my breath, my blood spiking with fervent anticipation.
Chase turns to the peepers on the bar balcony, giving them a three-finger salute—the same three fingers he had inside of me. He shoves those same fingers in his mouth, sucking on them hard. His eyes close as heavy, content sounds rumble out of his chest. He pulls his fingers out with a loudpop.
Stunned, I gape as Chase announces loud enough for the patrons on the bar balcony to hear. “Fuck off. She’s mine.”
With his hands holding me under my ass, he spins us in the cabana’s direction, where I placed my belongings. He dumps me unceremoniously on a lounge chair before yanking the cabana curtain closed.
There’s enough light filtering into the private space without others being able to see inside, but in this moment, I’ve never felt more exposed.
Chase turns back to me, his gaze dark and molten. My heart sprints like a helpless animal trapped by a hungry wolf. He stalks toward me, possession etched into his face.
I gulp, unsure of what to say. “Chase…” I should tell him to stop. Fornicating in public could get us arrested for indecent exposure.
However, my desire for his touch overrides my common sense. No man has so brazenly declared me as his, like Chase did in front of those other men. To say it’s a turn-on is an understatement—he’s set my insides alight, eager to show the world I’m his and he’s mine.
Chase pounces, knocking me flat against the lounge chair, his weight pinning me down. His long fingers curl under the straps of my suit, yanking the stretchy fabric harshly down my body. I gasp when the cool air hits my nipples, making them furrow into tight pebbles. He doesn’t stop until he’s stripped me bare, tossing the suit to the ground like it’s the most offensive thing he’s ever touched.
Exposed, I lay panting, simmering with need as he sheds himself of his wet boxer briefs. His cock is long, hard, and pointing right at me, like a directional arrow.
My nerves have me licking my lips, tasting Chase on my tongue. “This is crazy.”
