Page 73 of Power Play Daddies

I shake my head, still smiling. “You’re full of surprises, Beau.”

He leans on his paddle, watching me with an intensity that makes my stomach tighten. “You’ve got the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

My cheeks heat, but I roll my eyes. “Smooth.”

“I mean it,” he says, his voice quieter. His gaze drops, and I follow it to the faint mark on my thigh. He reaches out, his fingers brushing it gently. “This from Kieran?”

I nod, my breath catching as his touch lingers. “Yeah.”

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, his hand trailing over my skin. His eyes lift to mine, darker now. “Daisy...”

I don’t answer, but I don’t pull away either. Something about the way he’s looking at me makes my chest tighten in a way I can’t name.

“It’s been so long since I kissed you,” he says, his voice rough.

My throat’s dry. I manage a nod. “Yeah.”

He reaches up, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. A full-body shiver races through me at the soft pressure.

He slides my sunglasses off, tossing them onto the board. “You’re trouble,” he whispers. “You know that?”

“Maybe,” I whisper back.

Then he kisses me. It’s not soft or hesitant—it’s all heat and want, his mouth slanting over mine like he’s been dying for this.

My hands are on him before I can think, sliding up his chest, wrapping around his neck. I pull him closer, needing more, loving the way he tastes—salt and heat and something that’s all Beau.

“Fuck, Daisy,” he growls against my lips. He pulls me into his lap like I weigh nothing, his hands gripping my hips. “This bikini… you’re gonna kill me.”

I laugh, breathless, but it turns into a gasp as his thumb presses between my legs. Even through the fabric, the pressure makes my head spin.

“Beau...” My voice is shaky, and he kisses me again, swallowing the sound.

The board shifts beneath us, tilting. “Shit—” is all I get out before we hit the water.

We surface, coughing and laughing, the water cold against my heated skin. He’s grinning at me, hair slicked back. “You okay?”

“My sunglasses!” I gasp, spinning in the water.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, swimming closer. Before I can argue, his lips are on mine again, one hand sliding down my back, pulling me against him.

His back is to the beach, shielding us from view, but we’re far enough out that no one’s around anyway.

His hands roam over me, and my breath hitches as he tugs my bikini bottoms to the side. The water laps at my clit.

I am needy. I am all desire.

“Look at me, beautiful,” he says softly, his thumb brushing over my cheek. His fingers rub gently at my entrance, driving me wild. Then, without warning, two of his fingers slide inside, and I gasp, clutching his shoulders.

“Beau—” I try to speak, but the words get lost in a whimper. The stretch is unbelievable.

He pulls out and thrusts in even deeper, his thumb pressing on my clit. My thighs feel like jello.

How was I fucked into waking up this morning, yet I’m still this horny?My men are going to turn me into a nymphomaniac for sure.

“You’re thinking too much,” he says before nipping at my jaw.

“Sorry,” I say. His mouth moves to suck on my neck. I forget to breathe.