Jennie

Mom: What have you done to your beautiful hair??? You look so aggressive.

I'd dragged both Lisa and my new journalist shadow through my afternoon from one conference room to the next. One call to the next. I'd instituted thirty minutes of quiet time in my office just so all three of us could catch up on email.

Somewhere in between a manager's passive-aggressive complaint about next week's market update meeting and a timeline of events "should the IPO go forward," my phone signaled a text.

Lisa: She likes you.

I glanced up and found her frowning over her phone and laptop on the couch. Byul was typing away like a machine in one of the armchairs.

Me: Is this the executive equivalent of passing notes in class?

Her lips quirked.

Lisa: You were magnificent today.

Me: You're not flattering me to get out of buying me burgers tonight, are you?

Lisa: Darling, I'm not buying you burgers. I'm making you burgers. Alison is shopping for ingredients as we speak.

Me: I approve.

Me: Your butt looks great in those pants, by the way.

Her shoulders shook with quiet laughter.

Lisa: It's time to go. I'd like to see you in an inappropriately small bikini while I fire up your behemoth grill that I suspect has never been used.

Me: Not true. Cristoff grills tuna steaks.

Lisa: I need to give you my oral apology, and I'd like to do so by your pool.

I dropped my phone with a clatter on the desktop.

Byul looked up and plucked her earbuds from her ears.

I still had a good hour's worth of catch-up to play here at the office. But…

It was a beautiful day. Normal people would have left work early today. Normal people would be meeting for beers on Ocean Drive.

"I think I have the beginnings of a sinus headache," I lied. "Let's call it a day."

An hour later, Byul was tucked away in one of the guest condos on the other side of the enclave with a comped dinner and a front desk ready to do her bidding. And I was lounging on my bayfront terrace between the sugar white sand and the lip of my saltwater pool while my lover grilled burgers.

Alison and the housekeeping team had been joyfully dismissed from their duties for the night. It was just me and Lisa. And Brutus who had wandered over to critique Lisa's grilling.

I'd changed into a scandalously small red bikini and oversized sunglasses, then enjoyed Lisa's undivided attention when I strolled across the patio to my favorite lounge chair.

I had a sci-fi novel I'd borrowed from her open. My phone—the lifeline to my empire—was in the house somewhere. Miraculously, I wasn't exhibiting any withdrawal symptoms yet.

Somehow, my life had taken a very drastic turn in just a few short weeks. In moments like this, it was hard to be angry with Junhoe What's His Name. Because had he not been an idiot, Lisa Manoban would not be studying me over her Ray-Bans with a look that suggested I was the next course.

Of course, I only had another hour carved out for this relaxation. Then it was back to work.

"I can hear your wheels turning," Lisa said, dropping down on my lounger. She ran her hands up my bare legs.

Irresistible. The word still applied to her.

She'd stripped out of the suit and gone for swim trunks and a short-sleeved button-down in dark blue. She hadn't bothered with the buttons.

"Just contemplating the surface tension of anti-aging cream," I teased.

"I'm not sure you realize how attractive I find you. Not just for your born-to-wear-that-bikini body, but for the annals of your mind," Lisa said.

I glanced at the visible erection in her shorts. "I think I can make some safe assumptions."

Gently, she lowered herself over me and pressed a soft, silky kiss to my mouth.

The shrubs parted, and Brutus grumbled her way across the patio to the grill.

"Your sous chef is demanding your attention," I said, stroking my hand over her jaw.

"How are you?" she asked, brushing my hair off my forehead. "Are you tired?"

I thought about it. "Yes. But in a good way. Not an edge-of-physical exhaustion way," I promised.

"A lot happened today," she reminded me.

I could feel the nudge of her hard-on against my leg. "I have a feeling there's more to come."

She removed her sunglasses and pushed mine up so we were eye to eye.

It was a long, loaded look.

"You terrify me," she admitted finally.

"What are you talking about?" I scoffed.

"You don't need me. You don't need anyone."

She was so serious, so broody.

"There's more to a relationship than necessity, Manoban."

"How would you know? It's been two years since you've dated someone."

A nugget from her dossier on me, I supposed. I wished I had one on her. I wondered if Alison did. "How long has it been since you've dated someone monogamously for longer than a month?"

She pressed her crotch into my hand and toyed with the string of my top. "I haven't the faintest idea."

I reached between us and cupped her shaft. She hissed in a breath at the contact. "Would you rather be needed or wanted?"

"I'd rather be whatever keeps me near you," she confessed. "And that also scares the daylights out of me."

I'd confessed a fear to her today, and she was returning the favor. A vulnerability for a vulnerability.

Brutus gave a short warning rumble. Flames were rising from the grill.

"I like my burgers medium rare, not meteorite."

The second round of burgers were perfection, and we managed to squeeze in a quick swim before Lisa insisted on cleaning up. I returned to my lounger for a few more minutes of relaxation. The lowering sun baked me into a blissful oblivion. I was almost asleep when I felt the tug at my bikini cup.

"Mmm," I murmured as a warm mouth closed around the tip.

I opened one eye and watched Lisa's cheeks hollow. Impatiently, she brushed the other cup down and played her fingers over that nipple.

It felt so good. So decadent. The late sun. The steady thrum of the surf. The pull of Lisa's mouth on me.

Her erection was barely contained by her swim trunks.

"Someone might see us," I chastised, my voice breathy.

"What a pity."

She stroked her tongue over my nipple and then leaned across me, latching on to the other one. It felt like fire spiraling through my body. My core pulsed emptily around nothing, and I squeezed my knees together, trying to find some relief from the building pressure.

"You taste so good," she said, pausing mid-suck.

She was a wizard. Five seconds of playing with my breasts, and I was ready to come.

The crown of her cock peeked out of the waistband of her trunks. I reached for her, but she grabbed my wrist.

"I've thought about this one for a while," she said, nuzzling at my breast.

She gave my wrist a squeeze and released it. Brushing her chin across my nipple, she tugged the strings on my bikini bottom loose.

I opened my knees to the sides.

"And how does this one go?" I teased, opening my knees wide to the sides.

Too lightly for the friction I needed, she skimmed her hand under the fabric and over my mound. Back and forth, making me shiver.

"Well, since you asked," she said, rising on her knees and settling between my legs. She untied the strings on the other side, folding my bikini down, baring me to the fading daylight and her gaze. "I'll suck on these rosy nipples," she said, pinching one between her fingers.

"And?" I prodded.

She leaned over me, her cock not close enough for me to brush against.

"And you'll touch yourself."

"And?" I squeaked.

"And I'll touch myself."

I was dizzy with the idea.

"And we'll come together?" I told her.

She nodded, head already lowering to my breast. "We'll come together," she promised.

It was my last coherent thought as those brutal lips closed over the peak of my breast. My nipples worshipped her, vying for attention.

The rays from the sun warmed my bare skin, and it felt natural for me to slide one hand between my legs to tease between the folds that were already so desperately wet.

Lisa growled her approval against my breast.

I watched in fascination as she took her cock out of her swim trunks. So powerfully masculine. Veined and rigid. The head was nearly purple. She stroked down to the root and held there, squeezing with a thin edge of violence.

Oh, yes.

"I fantasized about finding you out here like this. Napping in the sun," she said, moving back to the other nipple. She stroked the flat of her tongue over it and watched it harden and strain toward her.

Dazzled and needy, I slipped two fingers inside myself.

"Such a good girl, Jennie," she said, her voice rough with restraint.

She began to move the hand that clutched her cock. When her fist rimmed the crown, a trickle of moisture appeared, forced out by the power of her grip. It dripped down on my stomach.

We both groaned.

"With you laying there like a goddess, it's not going to take me long to come," she warned me. Her big hand working her cock. Up and down.

I was nearly there myself. With the aggressive way she loomed over me. Her mouth teasing my breasts until they ached. With my own fingers working their magic on my clit. It was a living, breathing fantasy.

She grunted again, and I felt more precum leak onto my skin. I bucked my hips against my own hand, wishing it was her cock plunging into me.

One more masterful pull at my breast, and I felt my muscles begin to quiver around my fingers.

"Lisa!"

"Fuck it," she growled.

And then she was guiding her cock inside me. I came instantly. Closing around her thick shaft like a fist.

"So good," I cried brokenly. I didn't care if someone could see us. I didn't care if there was a cruise ship full of paparazzi live streaming video of Lisa making me come. All I cared about was the orgasm that was frying my synapses.

"Ah, fuck. Fuck," she groaned. I felt the first pulse of her release as she let loose inside me. Then she was pulling out and pumping her dick with her hand. She painted me with her orgasm. Sticky ropes of come laced my folds, my clit, my stomach. I'd never seen anything more erotic in my life than an unrestrained Lisa coming on me.

She grunted, pained, and fed her cock inside me again. Still hard enough. Still angled just right. I came again, and this time she stayed buried in me until the ripples of my orgasm slowly disappeared.

When she collapsed next to me on the lounger, I licked my way down her body.

"Jennie," she hissed as my mouth found the head of her dick.

I slicked my mouth over her and felt her buck against me.

"I don't think it's physically possible for me to come again so soon," she gritted out.

"Let's find out."