Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I pull my phone out for some pictures, but the moment I do, Derek jerks the phone out of my hand, holding it like a carrot in front of me.
“These pictures better be for memories of your first vacation—and not for research, you sneaky bird. There will be no work at all for you,” Derek says.
Dammit!
How do they know me so well? And in such a short period? I’m trying to break myself from the past, but it’s incredibly hard.
I almost sigh, but catch myself the moment it builds inside. I don’t like to lie to anyone, but I feel as though I must fib a little bit.
Grabbing my phone back from him, I take a few more photos.
“These are for my memory book. I promise!” I smile.
But what he doesn’t know is I have my fingers crossed, so the lie doesn’t count. That’s how it works right?
When no one is looking, Derek swats his hand on my ass—a small, sharp pop catching my attention. Instantly, my panties are soaking wet.
“What the fuck was that for?” I ask, but all I can think is how bad I want him to fuck me senseless again.
“Oh, I think you know what for—and just how far it can get with us, right, love?” Derek asks.
“I know!”
I slip the phone back into the small coach purse that hangs from my shoulder, wishing for a moment that they would ram me right here on the beach.
“So! It’s always five o’clock somewhere. How about some drinks?” Spencer asks.
I nod, needing that drink right now more than anything. Maybe it will cool me down, but really, that’s doubtful. These men have ignited a fire inside of me that I know will never fade.
Derek and Spencer order beers, but when the bartender looks at me, without thinking, I stick my foot in my mouth.
“I would like sex on the beach, please.”
I turn bright red the moment I say it.
“Er, a sex on the beach,” I correct myself.
I have never had that particular drink before, but I read on the plane that it was quite popular.
“Later, if you’re a good girl,” Spencer whispers, grinning.
“Well, aren’t you just naughty today,” Derek smirks.
The bartender hands me my drink, and I can’t get the straw in my mouth fast enough. Maybe that’ll keep me quieter.
“I’ll have to remember that,” I say after a deep sip, winking at them both.
Since the moment I met these men, my life has changed. I never knew sex could be so good with anyone, let alone four of them.
Every man I had ever had sex in the past didn’t care if I came, but they did. Have you ever had men want to please you?
I turn my back to the bar, leaning against it and watching everything going on around us. Maybe it won’t be so hard to let work go for a day or two—but then again, I want to find out how much revenue this bar brings in.
“Stop it, Juju,” Spencer says. He knows me too well.
Without warning, Derek sighs, lifts me into his arms, then walks to the edge of the pool.
I’m screaming gleefully as I meet the water, my sex on the beach going in with me.
“That should keep her distracted for a minute, don’t you think, Spencer?”
Derek laughs as they both order another drink.
Chapter 12
Spencer
“Whoa, did you see those waves breaking today?” I exclaim, as I step into the lobby, soaking wet from my morning ride. There’s nothing better than starting your day surfing huge waves.
Well, that and riding a hot little ass.
I shake my head, spraying water across the lobby like a family dog, sending a group of girls running in a chorus of squeals. It brings a grin to my face. A little ocean water never hurt anyone, but it’s always cute to see.
“Sorry, Babes. I just tore up some gnarly waves out there and forgot a towel.” I say with a laugh.
The girls smile flirtatiously as they walk away, and I appreciate the view for sure, but I couldn’t care less. I have bigger fish to fry.
Speaking of the hot fish…ah, wait, that’s not the right expression.
I don’t care, though. Julia is up early, and my dick is instantly hard. Fuck, am I always going to get a stiffy when she walks into a room?
“Good morning, Spencer,” she says.
“Hey there, Jules. Sleep good?”
She scowls at the nickname, but I merely grin. I like being the one who gets under her skin.
I know she hates it, but why use her real name when I can pump her up with a little slip of the tongue every now and then?
“I slept too well, if that’s even possible,” she mutters.
Damn, she has my dick pressing against these swim trunks. I’m pretty sure every patron in here can see my hard-on. There’s no way she hasn’t noticed the obvious bulge in my trunks, either.