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“No, I’m a homemaker. I manage the property, oversee the staff—we have a housekeeper and a groundskeeper, plus the stable hands, and the horses. It’s quite a lot to do. I also serve on several charity boards, host dinners and social occasions.”
I glanced up to find Makai’s smile had faltered, his body language shifting subtly away from me. Something in his eyes had dimmed, as if he were seeing me—us—differently. “Sounds very different from here.”
“It’s… a little dull, by comparison.” I traced patterns in the sand beside the blanket. “The property is beautiful, but everything I do is about the estate. Recently, I started to want something more. A career, a passion. Which is why I came here.”
“And did you find what you thought you’d find?”
“The jury’s still out. What about you? How’d you find your passion?”
“I grew up in Hawaii. I moved here a few years ago.”
“So you’re an island boy?”
“Actually, a city boy. But Hawaiian. We lived in Honolulu, in a very nice apartment building. My parents run a chain of restaurants there, and they do quite well with it. But not the quiet island life you picture when you think of Hawaii. Honolulu is a big city.”
“Is that what brought you to Washington? A quiet life?”
He shrugged. “I burned out of the restaurant business and was looking for something different than what my parents planned for me. A pro surfer friend was headed here for a photoshoot, and it was just perfect timing. Right when I wanted to run away, you know?”
“I get it. This is a bit like running away for me.”
“Anyway, when I got here, there was just something about this place. It spoke to me. So when my friend moved on, I stayed. Never left. Probably never will.” That last statement seemed pointed, directed at me, as if he was making sure we knew that he had no interest in joining us in Dorset.
The conversation lulled. We’d somehow gone from teasing each other comfortably to ruminating on the end of our fun, and I wished I’d kept the conversation light. I wanted to reach out, to coax him back to the easy intimacy we so often shared, but his eyes were distant, focused on some distant point in the ocean.
I looked towards Hamish right as he caught another wave, riding it with surprising skill. He waved triumphantly.
“He’s getting it,” Makai said, some of the warmth returning to his voice. “This may become an addiction. We’re going to have to do something very tempting if we want to lure him out of that water.”
“Tempting like what?”
“I think you know.” Blushing, I looked around the empty cove, hyperaware of our isolation. Nothing but sand, sea, and sky surrounded us. No hikers on the distant trails, no boats on the horizon, not even a seagull to witness what was happening between us.
The realization sent a jolt of reckless desire through me, and I leaned in and pressed my lips to Makai’s, tasting salt and sunshine on his skin. My heart hammered against my ribs, equal parts terror and exhilaration at my own boldness.
Makai froze for half a second, then laughed against my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you in that cute swimsuit.”
I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him toward me, falling back onto the beach blanket, dragging him down on top of me.
“We shouldn’t,” he murmured even as his hand slid up my leg to the edge of my swimsuit bottom. “Your husband—”
“Loves to watch you fuck me.” I glanced toward the water where Hamish was paddling toward another wave, oblivious. “And you did want to lure him out of the water.”
Makai’s fingers slipped under the fabric of my swimsuit. I gasped as he stroked my clit, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You want me to fuck you right here on this beach? With your husband watching? What if someone comes along?”
“I don’t care,” I said. “I need you.” His fingers worked magic between my legs. The taboo of it, the wild recklessness, sent sparks of pleasure racing through my body.
“Say it,” he demanded, slowing his movements. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I gasped, arching into his touch. “Right here. Right now.”
“Such a proper English lady with such a filthy mouth.” He pressed two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot that made my vision blur. “What would all those charity board members think if they could see you now, spreading your legs on a public beach and begging for a cock that doesn’t belong to your husband?”
I should have been offended by his words, but they only inflamed my desire. I reached between us, tugging at the wetsuit still clinging to his hips. “Off. Get this fucking thing off.”
Laughing, Makai shifted his weight, shimmying the tight neoprene further down his legs. The sight of his cock springing free, hard and thick against his stomach, made me dizzy with want. I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his length, feeling him pulse in my grip.
