Page 14 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

That stopped her for a moment before she tied the robe. “You’re forty-eight?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Not even a little. I was just surprised. Now, what is the robe for, Dom?”

I took her hand and led her to the balcony. When she saw it, her appreciative gasp was all I needed to hear. She leaned on the decorative railing for a better view of the ocean. It was why I had picked the suite—I liked a good view.

“It’s beautiful out here.”

A private beach was flanked by jungle on two sides, but the sandy beach stretched before us. The water was black and glittered beneath the stars and a half moon. There was little light pollution from this end of the resort, so the natural surroundings shone all the brighter for it.

But then the sound of drums pulsed out from the corner of the building. I had timed this just right. I pressed myself against her ample backside and held the railing on either side of her. “We’re just in time.”

“The resort’s nightly parade?”

“Indeed.”

She giggled. “Didn’t think that’d be your scene.”

“It’s not.” I slipped one hand from the railing to place it inside her robe.

She startled and stiffened for a beat before relaxing against me. “Oh.”

The adults-only nature of the resort made me worry less about pushing the boundaries of propriety. Guests and employees walked around the building every night at eleven. Musicians and dancers carried torches or instruments, while the guests usually carried their third or fourth cocktails as they laughed and danced. Not a large parade, but usually several dozen people long. Enough for a hint of risk.

I’d always enjoyed public play, so I hoped she wouldn’t object. My fingers splayed over her belly, the tips barely grazing her softness down below. “Anyone could look up here and see that my hand vanished into your robe. So, you better be quiet, young lady.” My hand dipped lower, my thumb on her clit as she mewled behind closed lips. “Wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?”

“No,” she whispered.

I experimented with my touch until I found the motion that made her go tight against me. “What a pity you don’t want them to see this. A pussy this pretty should have an audience.”

“Oh God.”

“Have you ever played in public, Ella? Have you let people see you come?”

“No.”

I hooked a finger into her, and she shuddered and arched ever so slightly to take me deeper. I nudged her hair out of my way and exposed her bare neck to bite her there. Not hard—just enough to satisfy my need to own each part of her body. She whimpered and opened her neck to me, making it easier to sink my teeth into her.

She was mine only for the night, and I intended to take everything I wanted.

“Dom, please.”

“Please, what? Tell me what you want.”

“I need to come. Please.”

Even if Ella wasn’t the most addictive woman I’d met in a long time, hearing her beg for orgasm was enough to hook me. I opened the front of my robe and lifted the back of hers. “Lean forward and watch the parade, Ella.”

“What are you?—”

I entered her from behind, earning a surprised yelp from her sweet lips. Fuck, she was so damn wet and tight. I moved as if dancing to the parade music, and she gripped the railing. “Dance with me.”

“Oh my fuck?—”

The sound of a trumpet cut her off. The parade leader liked to come through and wave at all the people on the balconies as he played his trumpet. Sometimes, he had a pair of women with him to toss beads to the balcony spectators.

I was delighted to see them again tonight. I grunted. “Smile and wave, Ella. Give them a show.”

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