Olivia

    I moaned, my hands finding his wet shoulders for support. Alexander pressed me against the pool’s edge, his hard body flush against mine. I could feel every inch of him, including the unmistakable hardness growing against my stomach.

    “Fuck, Liv,” he growled against my mouth. “You taste so good.”

    His hands slid down to my waist, then lower to cup my ass, lifting me slightly so his erection pressed against my core. Even through twoyers of swimwear, the contact sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

    “Alexander,” I gasped, breaking the kiss to breathe.

    “Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice rough as he kissed his way down my neck. “Tell me, and I will.”

    But I didn’t want him to stop. God help me, I wanted more. His kisses were addictive, his touch electric. And it had been so long since I’d been wanted like this.

    Instead of answering, I tangled my fingers in his wet hair and pulled his mouth back to mine. Our kisses grew more frantic, tongues battling for dominance as our bodies pressed impossibly closer.

    Alexander’s hand found my breast, kneading it through the bikini top. His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I felt myself growing wet, ridiculous in a pool, but there was no mistaking the distinctive throb. between my legs.

    “Christ, your tits are perfect,” he muttered, breaking the kiss to look down at where his hand cupped my breast. “I’ve been dreaming about them since I saw you in that red dress.”

    His words should have embarrassed me, but they only fueled my arousal. I arched into his touch, silently begging for more.

    Alexander understood the unspoken request. He tugged the bikini top aside, exposing my breast to the air. For a moment, he just looked, his eyes dark with desire.

    “Beautiful,” he breathed before lowering his head to take my nipple in his mouth.

    “Fuck!” I cried out, the sensation overwhelming. His tongue circled the sensitive bud before sucking hard, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

    Alexander moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand continued to y with the first. I was panting now, my hips moving of their own ord against his erection.

    “I can feel how much you want this,” he said against my skin. “Your pussy’s probably soaking wet right now, isn’t it? And I don’t mean from the pool.”

    I didn’t answer, just bit my lip as heat flooded between my legs. God, I wanted him to take me right there in the water, to feel him inside me after weeks of tension and teasing. But something held me back, the knowledge that once we crossed this line, there would be no going back.

    Alexander seemed to sense my hesitation. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine.

    “Let’s get out,” he said, voice husky with desire. “The water’s getting cold.”

    It wasn’t, but I nodded anyway, grateful for the momentary reprieve. We swam to the edge of the pool, and Alexander pulled himself out first, water cascading down his chiseled body. He extended a hand to help me, and I took it, trying not to stare at the obvious bulge in his swim shorts.

    As soon as I was standing. Alexander pulled me against him, his hands cupping my face.

    “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

    His mouth crashed down on mine, rougher this time, demanding and possessive. I moaned against his lips, my hands sliding up his wet chest to his shoulders. His tongue pushed into my mouth, iming mepletely as his hands moved to my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp.

    “You like that?” he growled, giving my ass a sharp p that echoed across the terrace.

    “Fuck,” I gasped.

    Alexander grinned wickedly before kissing me again, his hand tangling in my wet hair to tilt my head back. His other hand continued kneading my ass, asionally delivering another stinging p that made me whimper against his mouth.

    “Your ass is perfect,” he said between kisses. “I’ve been wanting to bend you over my desk since your first presentation.”

    The image of Alexander taking me from behind on his executive desk made me press my thighs together, seeking some relief from the ache building between them.

    His hand moved from my ass to my breast, roughly squeezing as his thumb found my nipple through the thin fabric of my bikini top.

    “These tits,” he murmured against my lips. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about them. Wanted to see them bounce while you ride my cock.”

    “Alexander,” I gasped as he pinched my nipple.

    His mouth moved to my neck, sucking and biting in a way that would definitely leave marks. I didn’t care. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the hard muscles flex under my touch. Emboldened, I let one hand drift lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his swim shorts to grab his ass.

    Alexander groaned, pushing his hips against me so I could feel his hardness pressed against my stomach.

    “Feel what you do to me,” he said, guiding my hand around to the front of his shorts. “This is all for you.”

    I wrapped my fingers around him, amazed at how thick he felt. Alexander hissed in pleasure, his eyes closing briefly.

    “Christ, your hand feels good,” he said. “Imagine how good your tight pussy will feel around my cock.”

    My entire body throbbed at his words. I stroked him through his shorts, loving the way his breathing became more ragged with each movement.

    Suddenly, Alexander pulled back, breaking our contact. I made a small sound of protest that made him smile.

    “Patience. We have all the time in the world. And trust me, waiting will make it even better when I finally fuck you.”

    “Who says I want you to fuck me?” I challenged, though my body was screaming for exactly that.

    “Your body gives you away. The way your nipples get hard when I look at you.” His hand came up to brush across one peaked nipple, making me shiver. “The way you moan when I touch you. The way your pussy gets wet when I kiss you.”

    He was right, of course. I was practically dripping for him, my core aching with need.

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