Page 76 of What Happens in Paradise

This was the point where I was supposed to say something along the lines ofdon’t be ridiculous!And rehash the same spiel about it not being a good idea,blah, blah, blah. But I wasexhausted. Tired of trying to keep things professional. Tired of fighting my feelings for this man.

I’d tried everything I could to stay away from him.

I’d tried doing the right thing. But it was as if the universe was deliberately pushing us together.

All this torture and denying myself a little pleasure wasn’t good.

There must be loads of studies that prove that when you deprive yourself of something you want, it only leads to you wanting it more, right?

A friend of mine went on a diet and when she finally caved and allowed herself a slice of cake, she ended up binge eating the entire cake in one go and then licking every single crumb off the plate. But I reckoned if she’d allowed herself a little taste of dessert heaven every once in a while, her actions wouldn’t have been so extreme.

I’d deprived myself from having sex for too long.

I’d deprived myself from enjoying Alejandro for months when it was obvious we were both desperate to get naked together.

And let’s be real. We’d already spent most of today with our tongues down each other’s throats and dry humping, so we might as well go all the way.

We were away from the resort. No one knew us here. No one would find out.

Fuck it.

‘Like this?’ I lifted my hand up and moved it back to where it was a few moments ago. Right on top of Alejandro’s long, thick and now very erect dick.

‘Dios mío!’ Alejandro groaned.

‘Do you like that?’ I gripped him tighter, then worked my hand up and down his length.

‘Like?’ he said. ‘Jasmine, there is not a word in the dictionary that will explain how amazing it feels to have your hand on my cock. But I need to make sure you understand what I would like to happen now. I would like us to fuck.’ He growled. ‘You are fine with this?’

‘Yes,’ I said, sliding my hand down inside his boxer shorts so that I could grip his firm dick. All that fabric was getting in my way. ‘Let’s fuck. But just for tonight, okay? Once we go back to the hotel tomorrow, we go back to being colleagues.’

‘I…’ He hesitated. I slid my hand up and down his length again and he groaned.

‘So?’ I asked.

‘You already know I want to fuck you. I just want to make sure you are sure.’

‘I’m sure.’

The words had barely left my lips before Alejandro threw off the sheets and we both tossed the pillows in the air and off the bed.

After climbing on top of me, our mouths fused together and we kissed each other hungrily, like it was the first time all over again. As our tongues flicked against one another, I reached for Alejandro’s boxer shorts and started tugging them down. He pulled away.

‘Not yet,’ he said, then leapt up and switched on the light.

I squinted and was going to protest and suggest we do it with the light off, but then he dragged me to the edge of the bed, slid off my knickers, then knelt down on the floor in front of me and spread my legs.

‘Dios mío, Jasmine.’ He shook his head in disbelief. ‘I knew your pussy would be incredible, but it is even more beautiful than I imagined. That is why I turned on the light. I needed to see you bare. And I want to see your face when I make you scream my name.’

Before I even had a chance to register everything he’d just said, Alejandro buried his face between my legs and licked me slowly, from my clit down to my entrance.

‘Oh, Jesus!’ I cried out. My hips rocked upwards and a bolt of lightning rocketed through me.

Alejandro flattened his tongue against my clit then lapped against it. Every stroke sent a new wave of desire shooting through my veins.

‘Fuck.’ He lifted his head. ‘You taste like the most exquisite dish on the menu.’

Alejandro returned to lavishing my pussy with attention, circling my clit with laser-sharp precision, each lick threatening to set off my orgasm. How had I lived on this planet for almost forty years and not experienced pleasure like this before?

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