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The way her shorts hug her shapely legs and the thin white t-shirt she’s wearing sends me back to last night and the sex on the beach drink she ordered. Goal numero uno.
“I have a ton of stuff arranged for you today. First is breakfast, followed by a massage on the beach. Imagine, babe: the sound of the ocean and the feeling of the salt water on your naked skin. Just wait. You’ll fucking love it!”
I can’t get the image of her naked on the beach out of my head. If I don’t chill out, everyone in this fucking lobby will see my massive cock standing at attention.
“I ordered you breakfast already. If you follow this path right here, it’ll lead you to the dining room. Just let ‘em know I sent you. See you in about ten minutes, Julie babe.”
She rolls her eyes as she follows the direction I’m pointing at.
I know how it affects her when I call her the wrong name. She may look annoyed, but I know she loves it.
I’m sure her little cunt is soaked and ready to be fucked—but she has to experience all the resort’s services first. Making her wait will get her begging for me to bury my 12-inch cock inside her.
Once she’s out of sight, I rush out to my office to grab a shower. Then I slip on a pair of khaki shorts, a classic island print shirt, and a nice pair of flip-flops.
Not everyone can have this for office wear, but then again, I’m not everyone! I comb my fingers through my hair and spray on a little beach-scented fragrance.
My colleagues wear hundred-dollar colognes. But me? I prefer something that compliments both my natural scent and my hobby. None of that musky shit.
And it works. The chicks love it.
I join Julia for breakfast fifteen minutes later. The one thing about me that everyone knows is I’m never on time. Fashionably late is my real style.
My mom says I’ll even be late to my own funeral. She’s probably right about that one, but, hey, life is meant to be lived, not sped through.
I drop in the seat across from Julia and grab an apple off the table along with a bagel. That’s enough for me right now.
Plus, the only thing I’m really hungry for is Julia’s tight little pussy. I’m almost salivating at the thought of her sitting on my face.
“You smell nice. Very much like the ocean,” Julia says.
Told you.
I nod, stuffing my face with the bagel. A morning swim burns as many calories as a late-night fuck.
“So, are you enjoying your vacation so far, Jules?”
After saying that, I realize she needs a better nickname. I mean, I call Derek ‘Double-oh-seven’ after all. He usually gets pissed when I say it, but that’s half the reason why I do it.
“JULIA! Say it with me, Spencer. J-U-L-I-A!” Julia says, glaring as she spells out her name.
“I dunno. I don’t like it,” I say, smiling wide.
She frowns, and I know I’ve caught her off guard.
“You don’t like it? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I need something better to call you,” I say with a shrug. “Ask the guys; it’s my thing. But for you…it’s different. You need more than a nickname. More like…a pet name of sorts.”
She blushes.
I pretend to think for a moment, but I already have the name in my head.
“Sweets.”
“I’m sorry?” she says, slightly taken aback.
“I’m gonna call you ‘Sweets’. You’re sassy and serious but definitely sweet on the inside.”
“I—” she starts, but I hold up a finger to silence her.
I lower my eyes, and she blushes even more.
“You’ll respond to it, too, okay?”
She nods slowly.
Now that’s exactly what I wanted to see. A sweet little girl like her becoming putty in my hands.
“So, you ready for that massage? You seem a little tense today. I think you need to unwind.”
Julia tosses her napkin on the plate, tucks her purse under her arm, and nods her head. As she turns her head away, I catch her biting her lip.
Just that little hint of submission sets me ablaze. It’s all I can do to stop myself from jumping her right now.
For a moment, I imagine shoving all the food off the table and eating her pussy instead. Only then will I finally be able to get a proper breakfast.
I shake my head. This girl has me thinking about nothing but sex when she’s around.
I stand up, toss my napkin on the table, and look at Julia. “Let’s go. You have a noon appointment for a rub down,” I say as I extend a hand to pull her up.
She takes my arm when I offer it, and both of us walk toward the spa on the beach.
“We have a full-service spa inside, but I arranged for you to have your massage here. We have one that doesn’t allow kids. You know, for when people get freaky.”
