Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Are you ready for more?” he whispered in her ear.
“So ready.” She had no idea what he intended, nor did she care as long as she came.
He slid his arm out from behind her and slid downward. Grasping her panties, he yanked hard, ripping them off her thighs. She lifted her ass and he pulled, tossing the flimsy garment aside. Her pussy was bare to the warm night air and she didn’t care. As much as being out in the open turned her on, she also knew this was private property and no one would see.
She spread her legs wide and he climbed between them, stretching his legs as he lay down. He dipped his head and his mouth covered her sex. She moaned as he began to devour her, his warm breath heating her outside and his tongue and teeth doing obscene things that had her trembling.
He thrust one finger into her, then another, pumping the long digits in and out while his tongue latched onto her clit and played. And God, he was talented. She never knew sex could be like this, so all-consuming and divine. As much as she needed to fly, she never wanted it to end.
He continued his sensual assault and finally, he curled his fingers inside her, his teeth grazed her clit, and she followed the waves of pleasure as they crashed over her.
She screamed not caring if her voice carried. “Zach, yes. I’m coming, don’t stop.”
He didn’t, continuing to pump his fingers and lick her sex until she was sated, her body nothing more than a limp noodle. He sat up, a pleased smile on his lips. Then, his gaze hot on hers, he licked those fingers clean.
As she lay back, her breathing ragged, he reached over, opened a cooler she hadn’t noticed before, and grabbed a bottle of water. He unscrewed the top and handed her the bottle which she gratefully took and guzzled it down.
He drank the other half, replaced the cap and tossed the bottle next to the cooler. He slid back over to her, and she cupped her hand over the bulge in his jeans, the outline of his rigid cock impossible to miss. Incredibly, her pussy pulsed and she realized she could, in a few minutes, want him inside her.
But he grasped her wrist, halting the hand that was kneading him. “Tonight was all for you,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Besides, we need to go check on the girls.”
She raised her eyebrows. “And you’re saying I can’t convince you that a quickie would make it easier for you to get through the concert, the crowds, the teenagers?” As she asked, she flicked her fingers and unbuttoned his jeans.
Turns out, she didn’t have to do any more convincing. And she discovered that sex on the beach was a beautiful thing. As long as she was with Zach.
* * *
Two weeks later, Zach sat in his office, watching the video of the bar and office for the fifth time, hating that he and Remy had been right. The thief was Maddox’s brother, Joe. The kid had laid low for a couple of weeks, no doubt aware he’d fucked up by drinking from Zach’s personal stash.
He hadn’t even been smart enough to pour water in to make it look full. Something he and his brothers had done as kids. Which was why he was more annoyed by the hassle he’d been put through than the action. Maddox would have to deal with his brother. Zach saw Joe last night sneaking past his brother, into the back, and slipping out the back door with a bottle.
For someone in the P.I. business, Zach had fucked up twice, not having installed cameras and not having a lock on the stock room door but it was damned hard to keep things secure during a busy night. Lesson learned. The only reason he hadn’t installed a lock along with the cameras was so he could catch the thief in the act. He’d called Remy in the city, and they’d agreed on how to handle things.
A knock sounded on the door. “Come in.”
Maddox stepped inside and he shut the door behind him. “What is it, boss? It sounded urgent.”
Zach placed his cell on the desk and rose to his feet. “Have a seat.”
“You’re standing. I’ll stand, too. Just lay it on me,” Maddox said, now tense, arms folded defensively across his chest.
“I know who’s stealing the alcohol.”
The manager raised his eyebrows. “If you’re about to accuse me–”
“No.” Zach cut him off. “Not at all. But I do think you should sit down for this.” To make his point, Zach walked around his desk and lowered himself into the seat, hoping to make the other man more comfortable.
Eyes narrowed, Maddox sat down across from him. “Who is it?”