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“How can I be of service?” the voice of an older woman says as the clanging of metal on metal comes through the speaker. “Would you like something prepared for lunch? A snack, maybe?”
“Something light will do. We’re going to take a swim and just need something to hold us over until dinner.”
“Understood, sir. I’ll work on that now and it’ll be ready shortly.” She pauses for a moment, and the sound of a door closing follows. “Any requests?”
“Surprise me.” I remove my belt next and empty my pockets, putting the items on a coffee table. The shorts I have on will have to do. Looking for my trunks at the moment is a waste of time. Time I could be kissing her instead. Feeling her pliant flesh beneath my fingertips. “However, dinner needs to be followed to my every last detail. Do you have the menu?”
“Yes, sir.” London walks out then wearing a tiny, itty-bitty little scrap of fabric that doesn’t cover much and I find decadent. My eyes eat her up, cock hardening as she struts past me and down the stairway that leads down toward the beach and the rest of the island. Those hips tell me to follow. Her small giggle tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “We have our instructions. Preparations are set to begin early this evening while you and your spouse ready yourselves for dinner. Once you are served and dessert finished, we’ll vacate and be a call away if we are needed for any reason.”
“Perfect. Thank you.” I press the end button and before my slip-on Adidas are off, I’m rushing after her. When I make it down to the long stretch of beach on this side, she’s facing the water with her soft skin glistening under the high midday sun. There’s a hint of sweat on her with the scent of coconuts from the lotion she’s applying on her arms.
Fuck, she bends down to get her legs, and that’s the last straw for me. Before Twirl can make a run for it or evade me, I grab her by the hips and toss that tight, curvy body over my shoulder. She screams. Wiggles in my hold.
It’s not a deterrent.
On her next shriek of laughter, I toss her in the water and then follow. I swim up to her when she rights herself, pushing her wet hair back and away from her face. Her eyes narrow while my smile grows.
“That wasn’t very nice, Mr. Asher.”
“Neither is your teasing.” She goes to open her mouth, but I pull her in close and steal a quick kiss. “Besides, you looked in need of a cool off. What kind of a man would I be if I didn’t take care of your every need?”
“Christ, that was amazing.” London sits back, patting her nonexistent stomach. For the past ten minutes I’ve been watching her, ignoring my slice of the key lime pie so I can focus on how sinfully she ate hers. Those sweet, low moans. How she drags the spoon past her berry-colored lips after swallowing.
The way that tiny pink tongue peeks out to swipe the excess sweetness she missed.
It’s been torture while I nurse my fifth of gin.
“I’m glad you enjoyed dinner, sweetheart.”
Twirl smiles at me, pushing a wayward curl out of her face. “It’s not just dinner, Malcolm. The entire day has been incredible…you’re almost too good to be true.”
“But I am, London.” Bringing the glass to my lips, I drain the rest before placing it down. “I’m right here, and there’s nowhere I want to be but with you.”
“You’re nothing like I thought you would be.” Azure eyes twinkle in the candlelight as she leans forward a bit, showing me more of the cleavage that’s teased me all evening. The flowing white maxi dress with a halter-style neckline is both sexy and innocent.
It fits her perfectly with just a high enough slit over her right leg to keep me hard all night.
She’s the entire package. My version of perfection.
My little love.
“That’s because you’re the only person in this world that will ever see this side of me. Just you.”
A touch of pink grazes her cheek as a smirk curls up at her lips. “Is that so? Why am I so special?”
“Because you are mine.” Pushing my chair back, I hold out a hand for her to take. “Now, take a walk with me.”
33
“MALCOLM,” SHE SIGHS, LEANING her head back against my chest while taking in the scene in front of her: The lone bed sitting in the middle of the white sandy beach with gauzy drapery flowing in the breeze. The lit candles on a small table holds a bottle of chilled wine and chocolate-dipped strawberries. How the waves crash upon the shore a few feet from where we stand and the million and one stars that cast a soft light on us. “How? When?”
“I want you, London. Every piece of you for as long as I have breath in my body,” I croon, lips skimming the fragrant skin of her neck. My hands explore lower, down her stomach to her hips where I grip her. Pull her to me. “You’ve changed my life. You’re my everything.”
“I feel the same way. You own me.”
“Do I have your heart? Your trust?” I pause and wait. Needing to hear her say the words we’ve been holding in. Because I know she does.
It’s in her eyes. The smile she gifts me. How she constantly finds a way to tell me what she hasn’t with her actions.
