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He slipped his hand inside her robe and gave her hardened nipple a tweak. Vivian whimpered with need.
“Speaking of the team in New York. You and I will need to keep our phones and access codes secure. I don’t want anyone being able to read our messages if we are going to conduct a secret steamy office romance, Ms. Holte.”
An office romance. It sounded all too illicit. Too naughty. For a foolish second Vivian was tempted to set some clear and firm boundaries over their conduct at work, imaging that HR might have something to say if someone walked in on her and Bryce as he bent her over the board room table.
A throb began to pulse at the apex of her thighs. She was going to indulge in that fantasy and deal with the consequences.
I might need to keep a spare collection of clean underwear in the bottom drawer of my desk. Just looking at him sets my blood on fire.
“But people will know we are boyfriend and girlfriend, how is it possibly going to be a secret?”
Bryce’s other hand traced its way up the inside of Vivian’s thigh, only stopping when it reached the thatch of hair at the opening of her sex. She gasped as his thumb slipped inside.
“Lay back and come for me, I want to hear your sweet sobs as you climax,” he murmured. Vivian spread her legs, which allowed Bryce room to stroke her sex deep and hard. Just how she loved it. Each time he drew close to pulling all the way out, he ran the tip of his pointer finger around her clit sending spears of pleasure through her body.
“It will be a secret affair because no one will know the filthy things I am going to do to you when we are at work. I know all the places where we can play in private.” A wicked chuckle tickled her ear. “The bathroom in the CEO’s office is soundproof. No one will hear you scream.”
Vivian gasped as Bryce pushed two fingers into her wet clasp. He was working her hard, any moment now her world would explode.
“You and I should set up our own group chat so we can talk privately on social media. Something secure, just for us. I have many filthy things I will need to say to you, Vivian.” His teeth nipped at her earlobe. “And in return I expect you to send me lots of pics. Photos of you lying naked on a bed with your legs spread open for me, sliding a vibrator over your clit. I will need to have something to beat off to while you are on assignment at one of our resorts.”
As a thick thumb replaced his fingers in her sex, the strokes slowed. He wasn’t going to let her climax any time soon. He was going to torture her first before she came. She knew this game and loved it. Bryce was going to make her beg.
Dirty pics.Vivian swallowed. They were going to have to become experts at hiding, or they were going to get caught. She could just imagine the scandal if their sexual antics got leaked toLeisure Line.
“If we are going to play that sort of game, I’m warning you now, it runs both ways. I will be expecting to receive artistically curated dick pics from you on a regular basis.” She tapped her finger against his crotch. “We’ll have to be careful. Those images are going to have to be kept so secure that even foreign agents wouldn’t be able to hack them. All hell would break loose if a video of me riding a dildo meant for your private pleasure only suddenly found its way online.”
He groaned. “That’s a hell of a picture you have just put in my mind, but ok, I agree we need to be White House level secure with our communications. Speaking of riding things, how about you and I park that sex toy fantasy for a minute, and you come and slide your luscious legs either side of my hips. I have something hard that you can mount.” Bryce’s fingers moved free of Vivian, leaving her heated and desperately aroused.
They were outside, where a random late night wanderer on the beach might see, but she didn’t care. She shifted off the chair. “Condom?”
Bryce dipped a hand into his robe. “A gentleman always comes prepared.” His cock was sheathed and ready to party in under ten seconds. Throwing aside any thoughts of modesty or good behavior, Vivian climbed back on to the chair. Legs spread wide, she sunk down, taking the full length of Bryce inside her. She sighed as he thrust up burying his cock in the heat of her sex. “Oh, Bryce. Oh god.”
“Now be a good girl and rest your head on my shoulder, while I screw you just the way you like it. Hard, deep, and without mercy.”
Vivian did as told, and together they began the long slow climb to paradise.
CHAPTERFIFTY-EIGHT
Six bliss filled days in Florida had Vivian wishing she never had to go home. But at least she wouldn’t have a large laundry basket of clothes which needed washing when she walked in the front door of her and Grace’s apartment. Her wickedly indulgent new boyfriend had bought her an embarrassing amount of designer clothes, and more skimpy panties than a girl could possibly wear in an entire lifetime. To her surprise, Bryce wasn’t a thong man, he liked a bikini bottom, and even a boyleg.
Not that she had got much use of them over the past few days. During their time at the villa, she and Bryce had worked together fleshing out Vivian’s new role in greater detail. Her sexy man had been happy to talk business, but he had also made it clear that while they were alone, they were both to wear the bare minimum of clothing, and she had to be ready to meet his sexual demands whenever they arose. Vivian was tired, sore, and the happiest she had ever been in her life.
Dinner in the sumptuous and elegant restaurant at the resort was one of the few times she had been allowed to fully dress. In the spirit of equality, Bryce had spent most of his days naked, only throwing on a pair of swim trunks when their breakfast arrived each morning or they took an impromptu stroll on the beach.
The week had been magical, made even more special by the arrangement that ‘I love spoiling mygirl rotten’Bryce had made with the local Starbucks. At eight am every morning, a steaming hot espresso would be delivered to their villa, accompanied by either a Frappuccino or a frappé. While her lover stuck to the same beverage without fail, Vivian was left guessing as to which one would be her treat on any particular day.
If she hadn’t already fallen hopelessly in love with Bryce, the frappé vs. Frappuccino daily challenge would have sealed things.
Standing at the end of their bed, she stared at her brand new suitcase and considered whether she should souvenir the toiletries or not. It was a tradition. And according to her parents, traditions should be observed and upheld.
The door of the villa opened, and a handsome man dressed in a dark gray Saville Row suit stepped into the room. She was from New York, had seen hundreds if not thousands of men walking the streets dressed in three piece suits. None of them came close to how Bryce Royal looked in his expensive tailor made clothes.
“You are so hot,” she whispered.
He caught her eye and grinned. “Actually, it’s not too bad outside. There is a cool breeze. Or were you perhaps referring to the cut of my suit rather the weather?”
“I was actually talking about the way you fill that suit but thank you for the weather channel update.”
