Page 24 of One Week in Paradise

Cash’s hand is snaking up my thigh before the door to our suite swings closed.

I moan as his mouth catches mine, and I return each frenzied caress of his tongue with equal eagerness.

His hands squeeze the top of my thighs and move to cup the soft curve of my ass.

I huff out a startled squeak as he presses his thigh between my legs, using at leverage as he hoists me up and pins me against the wall.

I wrap my legs around him immediately, my arms and legs working overtime to pull him as close to me as he can possibly get.

He tears his lips away from mine and, breathing heavily, rests his forehead against mine. For a moment, time seems to stop. It’s just him and me in this dark suite.

‘ Fuck , Bailey,’ he groans, voice low and gravelly. ‘ Fuck .’

I giggle through my own panted breaths. ‘Very eloquent.’

He laughs, and the sound sends reverberations through my chest. ‘I can’t think straight.’

‘So don’t think,’ I whisper against his lips. ‘Just do.’

He nods, then pulls me away from the wall, tightening his hold on me.

I keep our gazes locked as he carries me across the suite.

I don’t want to miss a single second of this.

His knees bump against the edge of the bed, and he lowers me down onto it.

As soon as my back hits the soft mattress, I swivel around, reaching for the zip of my dress, but Cash grabs my hand and holds me still.

He’s hovering over me, his dick straining against the linen fabric of his trousers, a hungry look in his eyes.

I lick my lips and enjoy the way his eyes follow the wet trail I make along my lower lip.

‘Stop stalling,’ I murmur as I try to wriggle free from his grasp and grip the zip of my dress.

He kneels on the mattress, pushing me further into it. ‘I’m not stalling. I just—’ He pulls my hand to the front and holds it firmly in place. ‘Keep the dress on.’ His voice comes out as a rough keen. ‘ Please .’

I raise a brow. ‘This is an expensive dress.’

‘It’ll come off eventually,’ he promises, bringing his face down to meet mine. ‘But let me savour you in it for a little longer.’

I lift my head and capture his lower lip between my bottom teeth. I hear a sharp inhale and then a low groan as I suck on his lip. His obvious pleasure spurs me on. I pull away from him, biting back a smirk when he huffs in irritation at the sudden absence of my lips on his.

I wrap my legs around his waist and angle my body to the side. ‘Lie down.’

His eyebrows shoot into his hairline. ‘Huh?’

I give him a firm shake, disorienting him enough that he leans to the side enough for me to push him all the way. I roll him onto his back and sit up, straddling his waist.

There’s a look of reverence in his eyes as he looks at me through hooded lids. His hands run up and down my bare thighs, and his touch sends liquid fire running through my veins.

I let him savour the moment for a long minute, enjoying the way his hips have begun to involuntarily buck upwards into mine. Then I lift myself off him, and I relish in the look of frustration that flashes across his face.

‘Someone’s impatient,’ I say as I stand upright, watching his chest heave as he takes deep breaths.

‘ Someone’s a tease.’

‘Fair. But I thought you wanted to see me in this dress.’

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. ‘I do.’

‘Then let me show you.’

He sits up as I step back so he can get a full view of my body. I run my hands down the front of my dress, stopping only briefly at my breasts. His breath hitches as my fingers ghost over my nipples.

‘ Bailey .’

‘Tell me how I look in this dress,’ I tell him, the order slipping from my lips with surprising ease. ‘Tell me how badly you want me.’

Something hot flashes in his eyes, and his dick stirs in his trousers. ‘I don’t have the words to explain how badly I want you, Bailey. You’re driving me crazy. I—’ He reaches a hand out to me, but I smack it away.

‘Wait.’ I look him up and down and shake my head. ‘You’re wearing entirely too much. Take it off.’

‘Take what off?’

‘Everything.’

He doesn’t hesitate. The speed at which he sheds his blazer and pops the buttons of his shirt is impressive. Guinness World Record levels of speed. He throws his blazer and shirt into a dark corner of the room and then moves to unbuckle his belt.

‘Wait,’ I say again, my lips curling as he fixes me with a look that oozes frustration.

‘Let me.’ I lean over him and brush my fingers against the metal of his belt.

He holds his breath as I ease the leather strip out of the metal and pull it free from the loops around his waist. Once the belt isn’t in the way anymore, he makes quick work of his trousers, and then he’s sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, in only his boxers.

‘Is that painful?’ I ask, nodding to his crotch, where his dick strains against the light fabric of his boxers.

‘In the best kind of way.’

I match his grin and continue ghosting my hands over my still-clothed body. The way he looks at me makes me feel bolder and sexier than I ever have before. ‘Touch yourself while you tell me what you want to do to me,’ I instruct.

His hand immediately dives into his boxers, pulling his dick free from its fabric prison. I try not to gawk at it, but, judging by the way he smirks, I fail.

His hands slowly begin to pump up and down his length, his thumb making small circles over the head, swirling over the precum that’s already begun to drip down.

‘Tell me,’ I say, my voice barely above a whisper. ‘Tell me what you want.’

He doesn’t break eye contact or stop pumping his hand as he begins. ‘I want you. I want you in every way imaginable.’

‘You’ll need to be more specific than that,’ I say as I spin on the spot, showing off the expanse of back my dress puts on a show. ‘Where do you want me?’

‘Right here,’ he groans, using his free hand to point at his dick. ‘As soon as we’re finished here, I want you to sit on it. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you sit on my dick?’

I wonder if he notices the way baby slips out or if he notices the way it makes me squirm.

‘I can do that.’

‘You look so beautiful in that dress,’ he says, gaze still firmly locked onto mine. ‘You look beautiful in everything, but that dress…’ He groans loudly, his hips bucking slightly. ‘Bailey, I don’t want to finish like this.’

‘How do you want to finish?’

‘Inside you.’

I reach my hand behind me and feel for the zip of my dress. In one smooth move, I tug the zip downwards, and my dress falls to the ground. Cash’s hand stills on his dick.

‘ Fucking hell .’

I kick off my heels and saunter slowly towards the bed, edging his thighs apart with my knee as I approach.

‘Bailey…’ he says, his voice a warning I don’t intend to heed.

I straddle his waist, the thin layer of my panties acting as the only thing between his dick and my pulsating pussy. He brings his hands up to cup my breasts. His thumb runs over my nipple, and I can’t help but gasp at the touch.

We’ve explored each other’s bodies already, but this feels new. Like now that there’s nothing between us – no lies, no half-truths – we’re able to fully give ourselves to one another. And Cash doesn’t hold back.

He runs his thumbs over my nipples again, gently plucking at the buds as they stiffen and harden. ‘I’m never going to get tired of this.’

‘Me neither,’ I say.

He leans forward, presses his tongue flat against my nipple, and sucks it gently, experimentally. My keening whine clearly gives him the confidence to keep going because he suddenly bites down, and I throw my head back and cry out his name.

‘You like biting,’ he murmurs against my breasts. ‘Noted.’

I thread my fingers through his hair and pull his head up to meet mine. ‘I think I just like you .’

He gives me a lopsided smirk. ‘Also noted.’

He drops his hands from my breasts and slides them down my sides. I shiver at the touch. He’s being so gentle, like he’s mapping out every inch of my body and committing it to memory as he goes. His fingers tug at the thin material sitting low on my hips.

Grey-green eyes meet mine, and I give him a nod.

He grins, wide and bright, and then yanks my panties down. I lift myself slightly in his lap so I can pull them off. As soon they’re gone, joining the rest of his clothes in a dark corner of the room, Cash presses a finger against my clit.

‘Oh, fuck me ,’ I cry, curving my back, so my breasts brush against his chest.

‘That’s the plan,’ Cash murmurs. He finds my lips again and pulls me into another searing kiss. He slides his finger up and down my soaking pussy, and I squirm irritably on his lap.

‘Enough,’ I whisper into his ear. ‘I’m ready.’

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He lifts me slightly, adjusts himself, and then pulls me down on his dick. I throw my head back and moan his name so loudly I’m scared our neighbours might hear.

‘Yes, baby,’ Cash murmurs in my ear. He’s shaking slightly as he forces himself to stay still and not move, giving me time to adjust to his size and make myself comfortable. ‘You’ll tell me if it’s too much?’

‘It’s not,’ I pant, experimentally rolling my hips.

The groan he emits is out of this world. He’s looking at me like I’m a work of art – his favourite piece of art. He brings his hand to cup my ass cheeks and roughly squeezes them, helping to bounce me as I rock my hips back and forth.

We fall into an easy rhythm. Cash bucks upwards when I drop down onto him, creating a pleasurable kind of dance.

The sounds he’s making are like a sweet melody composed just for me.

I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing him moan my name or the way words like baby and sweetheart and love fall from his lips as he heaps me with praise.

Listen to him tell it, and I’m the best he’s ever had.

That shot to the ego is what sends me overboard.

‘ God, Bailey . You feel so fucking good .’

And then I’m crashing into him, crying out his name as the force of my orgasm brings me to the brink of tears.