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Both hands cover my breasts now as Gabe dips lower, his tongue lapping over the flat of my stomach, my body wriggling beneath him as he catches me, exploring every inch of my exposed skin.
“Gabe…” I rasp, unsure if there’s more to add. My lids part slightly, to peer over the lapping waves for any sight of the camera crew, but Gabe has lost them permanently.
My thighs drape along his back until they’re slung over his shoulders, the ties unfastening under Gabe’s skilled hands to permit his mouth access to my slick, wanting lips.
Another groan of pleasure erupts from my mouth as he immediately locates the cleft of my center, the tip of his tongue flickering over the nub to tease relentlessly as I raise my ass up for his hands to cup my cheeks, fully burying his face inside me.
My breath catches, and my eyes fall closed again.
“Oh, my God!” I gasp, extending my fingers to grab him, but he’s just out of reach, leaving me no choice but to dig my hold into the sand instead. “Gabe…”
My groan ricochets across the water again, his movements growing more intense, harder and urgent. He wants me to come, but he doesn’t dare move, lest he lose his momentum.
My breathing grows raspy, beads of sweat forming at my hairline, and my climax builds uncontrollably. Unable to stand another movement, I sit up, but his strong hand slides up fromunder my ass and sets me back, pinning me down at the breast, fingertips teasing at the nipple again. Shocks of pleasure jut through my body in electric shockwaves, one after the other until I can’t take any more.
“I’m coming,” I tell him.
He makes an approving sound, and I moan once again, gushes of heat running through my entire form.
“Gabe, oh, fuck,” I mewl, not wanting him to stop for a second, and he seems to sense that, his licks not faltering as he consumes me.
My legs quiver relentlessly at his back, his smooth hand running up and down the length of my calf until I again fall back against the blanket, spent. It’s only then that Gabe raises his head and peers at me.
Still shaking, I pull myself up, sliding around to return the favor to him. “Come here,” I demand.
He grins at me, falling back on his haunches to shake his head. “Not right now,” he says, disappointing me. “They’re going to send a rescue mission after us if we don’t get back.”
Pouting, I fold my arms over my still-naked breasts, enjoying the way his eyes fall over them. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“You can make it up to me later,” he promises, and heat shoots through me at the prospect. “We have an entire month together, don’t we?”
He gives me one of his customary winks, and I gnaw on the insides of my cheeks.
“That we do,” I agree, scouring the blanket for my discarded bikini.
Gabe crawls across the blanket to place a sweet kiss on my lips, sending yet another wave of pleasure through my body. “Let’s get out of here. We’re already in trouble.”
But I don’t care. I’m still floating in the aftermath of my orgasms—and plotting how to give Gabe his when everyone else is asleep.
The camera crew doesn’t have the authority to give us grief, but Jessie and Roy sure do, and for the rest of the night, Gabe and I field calls from both the director and the producer’s assistant about our disregard out on the water. We are threatened several times for our behavior.
But it doesn’t take away from the high I’m chasing all night, even though the men stay up much later than me, hanging out in the living room together.
“Occupational hazard,” Gabe offers when I question the hour, stifling a yawn. “I rarely go to bed before dawn.”
“Me neither,” Forrest agrees.
Bennet says little as usual but sips on his scotch without a hint of tiredness. I’m the only one who needs to go to sleep by midnight.
Vaguely disappointed that Gabe doesn’t get my hint—or chooses to ignore it—I retire to my bedroom on the second floor, pausing to look down over the living room where they all stay on the cream-colored couch.
Bennet is focused on his computer, barely looking up as the other two chat amongst themselves. None of them looks at me.
But as I retire to my sprawling bedroom with the huge king-sized bed, I’m brought back to the beach with Gabe again, my legs spread wide, his tongue in play. I flop over the fluffy duvet, my pulse quickening at the recent and distinct memory of Gabe’s unexpected kisses, the way he’d set my body on fire with his skillful fingers.
My own fingers replace him as my eyes close, my head sinking into the pillows, thoughts wandering. I relive every second of the moment on the beach, from the minute we lost the camera crew to the time Gabe placed his lips on mine.
Oh, how desperately I want to taste him, too. I wish he had taken the hint and retired to his room, so I could sneak in and see him, stripping off his pants as he had my bikini.
