“No! I don’t blush.” Or I shouldn’t. I’m a f**king call girl!
“You’re either blushing or you’re having an orgasm right now. You have the same look on your face. Glazed eyes, lips parted, cheeks flushed.” His eyes flick over my features. “And if you’re having an orgasm, I’m better than I thought. Or you just really love the idea of sucking my cock.”
I ignore the sudden clench of my pu**y and point at him. “You, sir, are an arrogant bastard.”
He smirks. “Go and get ready, Dayton. We’re leaving soon.”
I show him my middle finger and stalk into the bedroom. There isn’t a chance in hell I’m about to let him know just how much I did love having him in my mouth.
It was the power, the knowledge that, for five minutes, Mr. I Don’t Ask, I Tell was completely under my control. He was at my mercy for as long as my lips were wrapped around him and his hips were jerking into my mouth. His actions were completely controlled by me until the moment his c**k swelled and he filled my mouth with his release.
That was it. Not the way he groaned my name and tugged my hair. Or the way he kissed me after as if he were starving.
It was the power.
Yep. I’m going with that.
When I step back into the main room, he throws a beach tote at me. “Put a bikini in that.”
“So much for not taking off the lace,” I throw over my shoulder.
“You can take it off when I say you can take it off.”
Fuck that.
I pull my dress over my head and change from my underwear to my bikini, shoving the lace into my bag. I wonder how long I’ll get away with this one.
“Ready?”
I nod, and Aaron takes my hand in the elevator. Neither of us says a word on the way down, but I know when he curves his lips to one side. He pulls me close to him the in lobby.
“Nice try,” he whispers in my ear, reaching up to my neck. He tugs on the pink string, freeing my bikini tie, and I gasp. The top slips down, the halter neck of my dress not tight enough to keep it in place, and my ni**les brush against the soft cotton of my dress.
“You…”
He grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “Asshole? I know. It’s a nice view from here though.”
I jab him in the side with my elbow. “How am I supposed to tie it back up?”
We step into the dry Australian heat and a black BMW pulls up. Aaron opens the passenger-side door.
“I suppose you can do it in here.”
I glare at him and get in the car. He pauses after getting in, his eyes focused on me.
“I’m not tying up the f**king bikini with the valet staring at me like he’s never seen a woman before.” I glance at the wide-eyed young guy with a tent forming in his pants.
“How awkward for him.” Aaron’s voice is amused, but I can sense the hint of annoyance he’s trying to hide behind a smirk.
I lick my lips. “How old do you think he is?”
“Don’t even go there.”
“He looks at least twenty. That’s totally in my age range.”
“Dayton,” Aaron growls, flexing his fingers in his lap. “Shut the f**k up.”
I sigh and maneuver my bikini back over my br**sts to retie it. “I’ll keep my thoughts to myself in future.”
“You shouldn’t be having thoughts like that.”
“Why not? I’m single.”
He doesn’t need to know I don’t f**k for pleasure.
“Not on my bank account you’re not.”
I huff. “Pulling that again, are you?”
“I can have this car pulled over so I can take you on the side of the road if you’d prefer that as reminder.”
Oh my. “Exhibitionist.”
His blue eyes cut to me. “In fact, I couldn’t do that.”
I shake my head. “Chicken.”
One of his eyebrows arches, and we pull into the harbor. “I could f**k you on the side of the road, Dayton, just as long as there aren’t people around. I’m much too possessive to let anyone else see the body I did last night.” He helps me from the car.
“Perhaps you should blindfold me next time I change then. Lest anyone other than you lays eyes on my body.”
A grin twitches his lips and he brings them close to mine. “Don’t be so f**king difficult.”
“Middle name,” I murmur against his coffee-flavored mouth.
“No, it’s not. It’s Lauren.” He takes my mouth in a delicious kiss that makes my knees tremble.
“You’re being very obvious today, Mr. Stone.”
“If you look to your left, you’ll see a man on a boat. Blue cap, no shirt, cargo shorts.” He ghosts his way to my ear so I can turn my head. “That boat belonged to my father, and now, me. The man is named Joseph, and he’s looked after this boat for the last five years. He’ll be sailing it today.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d have to say your dad is spying on us.”
“No, that’s my mother.” He grins and pulls me over to the boat. “Dad’s just the middle man keeping her happy.”
“Keeping her happy? You mean you Stone men can be tamed?”
“That’s what we like our women to think.”
He helps me onto the boat and introduces me to Joseph, a thirty-something man with a physique of a twenty-year-old and the charm of a man who’s been around. He brushes Aaron’s annoyed look off with a wink to me, telling us lunch will be served at midday.
“Nice guy,” I say, watching him go.
Aaron’s hand cups my jaw and he turns my face into him. His eyes are dark and his breath hot. “Stop provoking me, Dayton. You know it pisses me off and that’s why you do it. I told you before. You don’t get to look at other guys when you’re with me. You don’t get to look at them, think about them, or flirt with them. You still belong to me for a few more weeks.”
I want to argue. I want to fight back and tell him to shove his ‘you belong to me’ bullshit where the sun doesn’t shine. But I don’t.
“Okay.”
He blinks. “Okay?”
I shrug. “Okay.”
“No arguments? No fight? No insults through gritted teeth?”
“I can be agreeable sometimes. Not often,” I add at the disbelieving look that crosses his face, “but it’s been known to happen. And there’s no need to look so f**king surprised.”
“Do you have to swear so much?”