Page 9 of Sweetest Sin (Tempting Love #1)

I open my mouth to argue, but before I can get a word in edgewise, he continues, “Before you try to deny it, I saw the way your thighs clenched as you watched me while the plane was taking off. You didn’t have to say a word for me to know you were imagining me making you come.

The only question is, how were you envisioning it?

Did I use my tongue, fingers, or cock?” When I don’t respond, my labored breathing making it hard to speak, he chuckles darkly.

“Don’t worry, Peaches. Tonight, I plan to use all three. ”

He lets go of my wrist, sits back, and goes about typing on his laptop, like he just asked me about the damn weather instead of telling me what he’s going to do to me later in detail.

The rest of the flight, I keep busy, trying to avoid Dominick, and by the end, when all the passengers have disembarked, I realize he didn’t try to speak to me again and he got off without letting me know where to meet him.

Maybe he was just messing with me.

Since the flight back to Coral Bay doesn’t leave until tomorrow morning, the airline booked us rooms at the hotel near the airport.

After finishing up our duties, we head out, and I’m about to tell Ericka that I’ll join her and the rest of the crew at the beach when I spot Dominick leaning against the wall, his eyes trained on me, with a small carry-on next to him.

Unlike every other time I’ve seen him—dressed sharply in a business suit—he’s dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a navy-blue collared shirt, making him look like he’s about to dominate the golf course instead of the boardroom.

Both looks are different yet equally mouthwatering.

He’s wearing a chunky, expensive-looking watch, and he’s sporting a few-days-old stubble.

When I get to his feet, I can’t help but smile at his white leather sneakers.

They’re so clean, and they look new. I wonder if he had to buy clothes since he hadn’t planned on coming to the DR.

Wordlessly, I follow him through the airport, customs, and security. It isn’t until after I tell Ericka I’m going to do my own thing and she takes off that Dominick approaches me.

“I thought you’d never be alone,” he says, threading his fingers through mine and guiding us to a black town car.

“Mr. Antonov?” the gentleman standing outside it says, tipping his hat.

“ Sí, gracias ,” Dominick says, handing him our luggage and then opening the door for me.

I get in, and after he speaks to the driver in Spanish for a few moments, he slides in next to me.

He types away on his phone for several minutes, and I start to wonder if this is how it’s going to be all day—him working and giving me his leftover time—when he pockets his phone and looks at me, finally giving me his attention.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “While I’m here, I have to meet with a business associate to go over some contracts, but once that’s out of the way, I’m all yours.”

“Okay. If you want to drop me off at the hotel …”

Dominick shakes his head. “I only get you for twenty-four hours,” he says, pinching my chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight. You will join me for my meeting, and then the rest of the day will be spent seeing the sights.

We’ll have to stop and get you a bathing suit.

The waterfall I’m going to take you to is too beautiful to merely look at from afar. ”

Shoot. I was so focused on which undergarments to pack that I forgot to pack a bathing suit. I always bring one when I’ll be staying overnight, just in case I want to go to the hotel pool. And we’re in the DR, which has some of the prettiest beaches in the world.

“Wait,” I say, his words hitting me. “We’re actually going sightseeing?”

Dominick stares at me for several seconds and then throws his head back with a laugh.

The sound momentarily startles me, but once I get myself together, I take him in.

Serious, broody Dominick is gorgeous, but when he laughs, his entire face lights up.

His gray eyes lighten and twinkle with mirth, and I swear, he looks ten years younger.

When he stops laughing, his smile remains, and I memorize the way he looks for when we part ways and I think about him.

This is how I want to remember this man—laughing, smiling, happy.

It’s clear from the intensity he carries that whatever he does for a living is stressful.

When I watch him working on his phone or laptop, he’s so serious, his eyes turn dark, and I worry that the stress will eventually give him a heart attack.

But right now, he looks young and carefree, like he’s a completely different person.

“Of course we’re going to see the sights,” he says as his eyes scan my body. “Do you have something to change into for brunch?”

I think about what I brought and cringe. “I brought shorts and a shirt to change into when I arrived and one dress in case I went to dinner tonight.”

I honestly didn’t think he would be on my flight, but just in case, I threw a little black dress and heels into my luggage. It will work for dinner, but not for brunch.

“We’ll stop and get you something,” Dominick says matter-of-factly.

“I don’t want to be a burden,” I tell him, but he simply shakes his head.

“I can assure you,” he says, his eyes alight with lust, “watching you try on dresses and bikinis will benefit me as much as you.”