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She drank in the whole place with all her senses. Touching colorful tchotchkes in front of the souvenir stores. Inhaling the ocean air as if she could store it for later. Tasting way too much food from the street vendors.
Chatting with them about their day and listening to musicians on the small square as if it was a symphony concert at Carnegie Hall.
And I did all of it with her. Okay, I didn’t touch anything but her and the food.
“It’s so nice…” she whispers to my ear, but then moves away, teasing me with her swaying hips.
I yank her closer, and this time I snake my arms around her, not letting her float away again. “What’s so nice?” Whispering into her ear, I inhale the scent of her. Fucking lavender will be the death of me.
Mila tilts her head, her mouth almost brushing mine. “To see you smile.”
I kiss her, grasp her hand and push her away, twirling her under my arm and pulling her closer again. I execute the dance move to give myself time to assess her words. I’m fucking smiling.
Mila Ward is going above and beyond to give me a taste of normal, and I’m not sure I want that. Once she’s gone I might miss this, and that’s not an option for me. She is a satisfying distraction from my life, but I can’t get used to this.
Can I? I better call Conrad to get an update on that event company.
Mila gyrates her hips against me, shimmying up and down, and my cock stirs. Fuck it.
I pull her up roughly and she yelps, her eyes wide.
“We’re going home. Now.”
She laughs, throwing her head back and losing her balance. I catch her, pulling her closer. “What’s funny, Princess?”
“I’ll go home if you ask me nicely.”
“Or I can throw you over my shoulder and punish you for defying me.”
It takes a second of her irises dilating with dark desire before I hoist her over my shoulder and carry her out of the place. Caveman-style.
* * *
“Okay, gentlemen, that’s good progress. Send me an update later today and let’s offload the dead wood. Thank you, everyone. Let’s schedule another catch-up in a week’s time.” I end the conference call with my European associates.
“You’re working,” Mila’s hoarse voice comes from the opening to the pool. She is wearing one of my shirts, and fuck she looks delicious, her nipples begging for my attention through the white fabric. Her skin is slightly tanned already, the crease from the pillow case making her look young and innocent.
“Good afternoon, Princess.” I walk across and kiss her.
She rubs her eyes. “Have I slept too long?” She yawns and I chuckle, kissing her forehead.
“No problem, I needed to get some work done.”
“Aren’t you hot?” She runs her nails around the buttons of my vest.
“I’m not wearing my suit jacket.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t believe you worked while in this paradise in the first place, but why would you dress up for it?” She runs her hands over my chest, and lust pools between my legs.
“Not wearing a suit jacket is as casual as I’d go for a conference call.”
She raises to her tiptoes and kisses me, just brushing her lips against mine. Her scent of lavender and me drifts to my nose, spreading in my chest.
“You’d get the same amount of work done, and I bet have the same authority in a T-shirt. And perhaps people would get more relaxed around you. Not that I don’t love your vest. It’s hot.”
I don’t see myself working in a T-shirt, like ever. But I don’t ponder that, because the way she breathes outit’s hothits me right in my groin. Shame there is no time. “I’ll make you coffee and you go and pack. The car is picking us up in two hours.” I kiss the top of her head.
Her shoulders sag and her face falls, and I’m gripped by an urge to fix that. She turns, but I grab her arm and pull her to me.
