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“How can I be anything else when you like it so much?”
He looms over me, tall, striking, his eyes reflecting the emerging moonlight. My body responds to his closeness, but I’m not going to melt for him like some romance-novel heroine.
“I never said I liked it.”
“You don’t have to.”
“So, you’re not going to answer my question.”
He reaches forward and gently strokes some wet strands of hair behind my ear. A tickle shivers down my neck, warmth blossoming in my core. The effect he has on me is getting more and more difficult to hide as my nipples pebble under my wetsuit.
“Is it standard practice to quiz your clients about their private work?”
“If you’re just my client, you should probably stop touching me.”
But his hand slides down my neck, over my back, and finds my ass. He groans as he sinks his hand in and pulls me against him. My wet body presses against his, and again, I feel his urgent hardness. He presses firmer against me.
“Dario,” I whisper.
“I love when you say my name like that.”
“Like what?”
He brings his face close to mine, our noses brushing. His eyes consume me. “Like you wish you had the strength to tell me to stop and mean it.”
He reads me too easily.
Pressing his lips against mine, this time he opens his mouth. My tongue darts against his without my say-so-instinct, hunger. He massages my ass with one hand while his other greedily sinks into my hips. The way he holds me makes me proud of my curves, because he obviously enjoys them.
I grip his firm arms, his hard muscles pushing against me.
Somehow, I forget about his gruff phone call, my responsibility to Evermore Events… somehow, I prioritizemyexperience.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, kissing down my neck. “I need you in my room.”
I should tell him no, tell him to stop. But my core is aching and throbbing making, wet, hot, and sensitive.
“You’re so beautiful, Siena.”
No one has ever told me that before. Sure, I’ve had compliments. It’s not like I’m a virgin or anything like that. But it’s never been like this, never hit me so hard.
“Thanks,” I whisper, hoping he can’t hear how much it means to me.
“Come with me.”
He sinks his hand greedily into my ass, and again, I yell at myself to stop this before it goes too far. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea.
But then I’m walking with him to his room, my body on fire and eager for more.
CHAPTER 12
DARIO
“We’ll get your sheets wet,” she says as I gently push her onto the bed.
“Do you think I give a damn about that?”
My length has never been harder, the tension turning it into a thick pole of desire. Her swimsuit clings wetly to her body, her large breasts and wide hips making my balls throb, her thick thighs turning me into a madman.
