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I tip my head back and sigh, asking whatever deity deems it appropriate to listen for patience. “I mean whatever it is you keep calling me. Rainha, what does that mean?” I get a sick sense of satisfaction when his face goes slack, losing that arrogance as I step out of the pool, his eyes tracking the water as it rolls down my neck, over my breasts and to my stomach. I arch a brow and purse my lips at him and feel that giddy satisfaction again when he has the decency to look embarrassed at being caught, his eyes dropping to the ground quickly.
He clears his throat before composing himself and meets my eye. “Nothing you haven’t been called before,” he says tightly.
That gets my hackles rising. It’s probably one of the many unimaginative insults that men like to call me. I don’t like the idea of him calling me a bitch right under my nose. I go to the sunbed where I dropped my towel and start drying my hair and patting down my body. “Does it meanlonely?” I draw out the word making myself sound far more juvenile than I’d like.
He steps over to me, his lips curling into a sinister smile. “Am I getting in your head,rainha?”
My nostrils flare, anger boiling in my blood, and I turn to find him stood only a foot away. “You’re getting on my nerves,detective?” I spit the last word like the insult it is.
His jaw ticks as his eyes heat with his own annoyance. “You decided you hated me before you even tried to know anything about me.”
“And you came to my office for the first time with no preconceived notions at all?”
“Have I not shown you respect?”
“Is that what you call what you did to me the other day?” I growl through the flush heating my chest at the memory.
He inches forward so I have to look up at him slightly. “That was very restrained,rainha. I should have tanned your arse so you couldn’t sit for a week. I should have left my mark to remind you that making stupid decisions does not fly when I’m in charge of your safety.”
I slide ever so slightly closer so I can get into his face, hoping he can see the rage he’s fuelling. “You are an overbearing, self-righteous, conceited, arrogant egomaniac. Any reason I had to dislike you has been proven correct.”
“At least three of those insults mean the same thing, the least you can do is be a little more creative.”
I can feel the flush at my chest, and I grind my teeth, staring daggers at him. “I should fire you.”
“And I should bend you over and teach you a lesson in damn manners.” I don’t realise how close we’ve gotten until our chests brush with each heaving breath. Harvey’s eyes dart to my mouth and my lips part to suck in his gaze, the heat radiating from his body warms my cooled, damp skin.
I don’t know who moves first but the next moment, our mouths are fused together and his hand tangles into my wet hair while the other grips at my arse cheek with no softness. The tenderness from his previous ‘lesson’ smarts against the abrasiveness of my bikini and I gasp as the sensation sends pulses to my swollen clit. He eats the sound up, pushing his tongue past my lips to taste my surprise.
My heart is thundering against my breastbone, my whole-body shuddering from the force of it and my hands are greedy and impatient as they skim over as much of him as I can access. With our fronts plastered together, I feel the flex of his shoulders and the muscles at his back. I slide over his ribs and down to his waist then scrape my nails to his hips where the ridges of his Adonis’ belt disappear under the waistline of his shorts. I feel the jump of his hard-on at my hip and he groans, tightening his grip and pulling me further into him. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to do this.
“I need to taste you,” he mumbles into my mouth, and I’m nodding before his words really register. When he pulls at the string of my bikini bottom until the whole thing falls to the ground, I freeze, unsure what to do. Then I shriek in surprise when he dips, grabbing the back of my thighs and lifting me off the ground, forcing my legs around his hips.
Without taking his lips away from mine, he lowers me onto the sunbed and rolls his hips against my bare centre, rubbing at the overly sensitive nub and making it feel so good that a gruntof pleasure comes from deep in my chest. Harvey kisses my jaw, my neck, then dips his tongue into the hollow of my throat. I’m writhing and gasping beneath him as he descends, slowly and gently nipping at the swell of each of my breasts before licking the water from my skin down to my belly button. Staring at the glass ceiling, the sky black and full of stars, I can feel nerves shaking my limbs. No one has given me pleasure but myself. It has been years since anyone touched me, years since anyone saw me without armour…bare.
“Caralho!Your body isperfeita.” He kisses each of my hip bones and then nuzzles his nose against the strip of fair hair over my pubic bone, taking a deep inhale. “And you smell likeparaíso.”
The knot in my stomach prevents me from responding, my body going stiff as the reality of the situation seeps into my pores and a fear I don’t want to recognise burns in my throat. I just nod to confirm I heard him.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a voice far gentler than he’s given me before. I refuse to look at him as I can feel a pressure in my eyes and I refuse to let any dam break in front of this man. When I don’t answer, he asks quietly against my thigh, “You want me to stop?”
Breathing in deeply, I allow myself to look down at him, the sight of his beautiful face between my legs wiping away the fear. “Don’t stop.” My voice is husky but sure and he gives me a dark smile before lowering his mouth and closing his lips around my clit.
My back arches off the bed, the sensation all too much and too good. On instinct, my hand flies to his head but his clipped hair is too short for me to hold on to, so I palm the back of his skull and hold him to me. Harvey teases with gentle suckling on my nub mixed with light flicks of his tongue at my entrance. Hips thrusting to grind against his face, I try to feel him more,harder, deeper, but he bands one arm over my pelvis, locking my movements down.
His other hand encroaches up my body until his fingers slip under the triangle over one breast to pinch my nipple between two knuckles. I gasp and my pussy clenches around nothing. God, I need more.
“More,” I cry.
He obliges, darting his tongue into my hole and swirling it around. When he goes back to my clit, he takes his hand from my breast and slips two fingers inside me. The breath is stolen from my lungs with the unfamiliar intrusion, my eyes bursting open, bringing to my attention to the fact that I’d had them closed. When his fingers curl and find some sensitive spot inside me that lights up my nerves like a flare in the night sky, I come undone. I couldn’t stop the cry that leaves my mouth if I tried, everything goes rigid as wave upon wave of pleasure crashes over my body and I feel them break over my pussy, flooding me and Harvey. As I start to shakily relax back against the chair, Harvey is looking down at my spasming cunt, eyes wide, mouth slack and glistening.
“Holy shit, did you just...?”
“Did I what?” I pant through my panic, thinking I’ve done something wrong but not entirely sure I have the energy to care.
“You’re a squirter?” He sounds in awe as he looks at me with a childlike smile.
“I-I never have been before,” I stammer. Oh God, the embarrassment is enough to make me twitch. I try to squeeze my thighs together to keep him from seeing the evidence of my blunder, but he wrenches them open with force and buries his head once more. He’s not gentle this time, there’s no teasing or building up, there’s only the feral desperation of a starved animal taking his fill. The flat of his tongue swipes along the full length of my slit, capturing every last drop of my release. Hegrunts and groans against me, the vibrations enough to to jostle my over sensitive clit. When his tongues swirls around it, I cry out again. I cant take any more. It’s too much. I’m spent. But he doesn’t stop. He sucks and licks and hums. Then when the slight scrape of teeth meet my nub, I scream and come again, throwing my arm over my eyes. “Stop,” I cry. “Please, stop. I can’t take anymore.”
