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He slid off me and I watched, sated, spent
and sleepy as he discarded the condom and pulled on his shorts. He
moved like a man who hadn’t just fucked me senseless.

“You have a good day, Ms Cooper,” he smoothed
my hair down so it settled on my back. “If you need more
assistance, just call.”

He tapped my butt and I watched him leave,
noticing the tremble still moving through him. I knew then, exactly
why he worked for the hotel and I had a feeling I’d need more
assistance…and soon.

***

“You’re kidding me, right?”

I rolled my eyes. I’d called Rosie, my one
and only friend, to fill her in on the day’s activities. I didn’t
leave out my rendezvous with Cain. She pretended she was coy, but I
knew she loved hearing about it. Her voice always raised an octave
when she wanted to know more.

“Of course I’m not.”

I stepped out onto the balcony as the sun
began to set on the horizon.

“And it’s, you know, safe?”

“Of course.”

“That all you’re going to say for the
duration of this conversation?”

“Of course,” I laughed. “No…Why don’t you
come out here?”

“And fuck anything with a pulse?”

“You should fuck
something
. I’m sure
you’re gathering cobwebs.”

“Andie!” she shrieked. “I am
not
.”

“Listen, babe, I’m not judging. Merely
suggesting you should, I don’t know, let the tigress out of her
cage more often. They say an orgasm a day keeps the doctor
away…unless you’re in to doctor/nurse roleplay…then you want the
doctor to keep coming. And coming…”

“I get the point,” she giggled. “Doctors are
hot.”

“The
hottest
…I think it’s the jacket.
Or the specs. Or that handwriting; it tells you just how filthy
they are. The scruffier the writing, the dirtier the doctor.”

“Or the fact that they’re in charge.”

“Ah, she likes a man with power.”

I smiled. Rosie had the sexual appetite of a
nymph; she just didn’t have the confidence to go out and get what
she wanted. But she liked to talk about it.

“I’m sure I’m not the only woman who likes
being taking control of in the bedroom.”

“Definitely not,” I paused, preparing to
broach the subject again. “Why don’t you come out here, Rose?”

“Ah,” she mumbled something incoherent.
Probably the same incoherent something she mumbled every time I
mentioned it. “I’m busy.”

“Too busy for a sun tan?”

“It isn’t a sun tan on your mind, And.”

I chuckled, “She knows me well.”

“I do…and besides. What am I supposed to do
when you’re off fucking waiters?”

“Find your own waiter? Failing that, read a
book and take Bob to bed.”

“I hate you.”

“Because I found your stash of toys? Having a
sex drive is nothing to be embarrassed about. The highlight of my
day is climbing in bed and making myself come.”

“Jesus.”

She was uncomfortable. Time to change the
subject.

“So, how’s work?”

“Good. Well, boring.”

I pursed my lips. Rosie hated her job. She
was a school librarian. Yeah, the stereotypical quiet type; but she
didn’t want to be. She wanted to find herself.

“Rose…”

“It’s okay. I’m working on it.”

I looked down on the beach to see Cain Peachy
Ass Brown making his way to the water. The moon shone down on his
naked back, bouncing off the tranquil Caribbean ocean and
illuminating him in silver.

“Can I call you tomorrow, babe?” I asked,
standing and grabbing my sarong from the end of the bed. “I really
want you to think about coming out here. Charles Dickens will be
fine without you.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I want you to do. For you.”

“I will.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

I ended the call, threw my phone on the bed
and headed out of the villa.

“Are you aware that this is a private beach,
Mr Brown?”

He turned from where he stood on the
shoreline and even in darkness, I saw the wicked glint in his
eyes.

“Indeed I am, Ms Cooper.”

I raised my eyebrows and stared at him
cooly.

“I don’t take kindly to trespassers.”

“Oh, you don’t? You aren’t a fan of surprise
invasions?”

Puntastic
, isn’t he? He took a step
towards me as I took one towards him and the tense, erotic energy
buzzed around us. I could almost see the electrical current that
passed between us.

“You know very well how I react to surprise
invasions.”

“I do remember a scream or two.”

He winked. He winked… and my insides ignited
into a raging inferno. My wit, intelligence and all possible snarky
remarks disappeared. We closed the distance until we were a mere
metre apart and I couldn’t breathe. His mouth had been on me, those
fingers bringing me to the brink and pushing me over the edge. The
subtle bulge in his shorts was still prominent and I remembered how
he stroked and pounded me into oblivion.

“What are you thinking?” He breathed.

I shrugged, “Nothing.”

He stepped closer and I inhaled the virile
scent of the man before me. He took my face in his hands and we
both bit our bottom lip as we looked at each other.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said. “And then
I’m going to fuck you.”

“You-”

I didn’t get a chance to finish my question.
He crashed his lips to mine and I closed my eyes to savour the
connection. God, he could kiss. His tongue eased out and traced my
top lip and I opened for him, allowing him to explore. His hands
fell to my hips as I fisted his shirt and our tongues stroked. I
moaned, he groaned; we stepped closer until we were flush against
each other, melded with ease and I felt him grow between us as, for
the second in twenty four hours, he took control of my body with
the simplest of touches. His thumbs stroked my neck and his mouth
left mine. A soft breeze whirled around us. I shivered; from the
cold or from the heat, I had no idea, but I didn’t care. His lips
were tracing my jaw and they moved down to my neck. Teeth grazing,
tongue swirling; sucking, nipping, kissing. I sighed and threw my
head back. My legs were shaky and my nipples peaked; I felt them
harden and he acted, taking my breasts in his hands and rubbing his
thumbs over and around the hard buds.

“Ah,” I breathed.

“You like that?”

There was no cockiness in his voice, no
arrogance. We may have been building up to another session of raw
fucking, but we were both lost in it. Lowering his head, he pulled
my vest down and took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his hot
tongue around and sucking gently while he pinched the other between
his fingers.

“Yes.”

He looked up at me as his tongue moved from
one to the other and he took it in his mouth. I squeezed my legs
together, but he shook his head, slipping his hand between them and
stroking me through my shorts.

“Cain.”

He let go of my nipple with a pop and looked
up at me. As I opened my mouth to speak, he puckered his lips and
blew. The shiver sent a tremor through my body, all thoughts deemed
void and I moaned without restraint.

“Yes, Andie?”

I shook my head, rolling my hips into him so
the heel of his hand could rub my clit. I couldn’t speak. The way
he said my name, his touch, his warm breath travelling over my
skin…

He stood up straight and our lips met. As our
tongues danced, he lifted me and wrapped his arms around me. I
locked my ankles at the bottom of his back, and my lips moved to
his neck. The vein thumped furiously beneath his skin as my tongue
traced it from his collar bone to his ear. He grew further, rubbing
against me when I took his ear between my teeth and moved back to
down. He tasted like the ocean, salty from the sea air, and it sent
my senses into overdrive. I heard the waves as they picked up pace
with the tide. I smelled him all over me; mixing with my own scent.
I heard every breath as he carried me towards the villa and I felt
the muscles in his back rippling under his skin as I ran my finger
between his shoulder blades.

Cain threw me to the bed and began crawling
towards me, but I shook my head and sat up.

“My turn,” I grinned and licked my lips. “Lie
down.”

He hesitated; he liked to be in control, but
so did I. Our eyes met and never parted; I wasn’t backing down. He
sighed in defeat and lay back on the bed with his hands behind his
head.

Straddling him, I rested my hands on his
chest. My thumbs stroked his nipples, circling and teasing. My hair
fell over my face as my tongue traced the outline of his left
nipple, then the right. He groaned and lifted his hips, the
rigidity in his shorts colliding with the wetness of mine. His
stomach tensed when I kissed it, taking time to kiss each bump and
line of sinew; women weren’t the only ones who needed to be taken
care of.

“Andie-”

“Yes, Mr Brown?”

I mirrored his words from earlier and dipped
my tongue into his navel, the trail of hair that led south tickling
my chin. I moved lower still and his cock twitched against me. I
inhaled his scent; there was no stronger aphrodisiac than a man
lost in his own desire. I peeked up at him and flicked the head
with my tongue. His eyes were closed, he was relaxed. He was simply
letting the pleasure take hold and it was a joy to watch. I’d never
cared before; I always rushed to get it over with, but I wanted to
do this for him. I wanted to taste him, to feel him.

I sucked the crown into my mouth and circled
my tongue. He bucked off the bed and his hands dropped to his sides
to fist the sheet.

“So good,” he murmured.

I relaxed and took him all the way in,
feeling the vibration as a synchronised moan left us both. The
pre-cum oozed from him and I swallowed, savouring the flavour. I
salivated; he tasted good. I watched as I pulled back, his cock
coated with evidence of both of our arousals and took him back in.
I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks and my tongue pressed flat to
the thick vein.

He groaned again and slid his hands into my
hair.

“Fuck.”

I sucked hard and fast, curling my hand
around his cock and moving it up and down with my mouth. His hips
lifted from the bed and I let him fill me, swallowing when he hit
the back of my throat. He growled and I tried not to smile in
hedonistic triumph.

“Andie-”

I let go with a pop like he did outside and
watched the convulsion ripple through him like the waves of the
ocean.

“Yes?”

“No more,” he shook his head and breathless
whispered, “I want you.”

I climbed up his body slowly, hovering over
him and taking him in my hand.

“Like this?”

“Yes.”

He took hold of my hips and lowered me onto
him. The intensity of the connection had me throwing my head back
and reaching behind me to hold his legs for support. I let him
control the rhythm, moving with him and rolling my hips. He took me
by surprise and sat up, diving in to suck on my neck as he thrust
upwards and I cried out. I lost my breath as he coaxed my orgasm
slowly, sensually. There was no rush this time. There was no
urgency and no aggression.

It was just two people losing themselves in
each other…

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed
and no Cain. I rolled over and smiled when I smelled sex all over
me and the bed sheets. It was amazing. The note left by Cain on the
bedside as I reached for my phone told me he enjoyed it as much as
I did… “The best trouble I’ve ever gotten in from trespassing…”

I was sore, I was aching…I was surprisingly,
not indifferent.

I unlocked the screen and saw a text from
Rosie.

‘I’ve booked my flight.’

About
Rebecca Sherwin

Rebecca is a coffee drinking, music loving, working
single mother and writing insomniac. When she’s not writing, she’s
reading and when she’s not reading she’s squeezing her eyes shut
and willing sleep to descend.

She writes about serious issues, giving emotional
turmoil a twist and adding a little humour and sarcasm. Her stories
are real and relatable, yet unexpected and unpredictable. Every
writer was a reader first and Rebecca owes her passion for creating
and telling emotional tales to the stories she has read and the
people, places and experiences that have, and continue to, inspire
her. Rebecca wants her readers to escape to a world where fairy
tales and true love exist, wrapping her stories up with angst,
passion and curveballs you won't see coming.

Her writing aims to bring problems and tragedies
people face every day to light, make them relatable and leave her
readers thinking long after they’ve read the last page.

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