Me: Here. On my way down. Interesting choice of swimsuit.

Again, no reply.

I made my way down to the beach, choosing to use the steep, winding stairs over the elevator cut into the side of the cliff.

It took me no time to find our sand-colored cabana with a big white 1 painted on it. I lifted the flap and entered. It was completely empty but for a couple of beach bags, an ice bucket with a chilled bottle of unopened champagne, a cooler full of water bottles, and a tray of snacks.

I popped a piece of cheese in my mouth—as I was starving—and dropped my pants, digging around in the beach bag for the swim trunks I was certain were there.

I rifled through towels, bottles of sunblock and lotion, and pairs of sunglasses—grabbing out mine, I tucked them into my shirt pocket. That was a good sign. If my sunglasses were in here, my shorts had to be.

Still bent over, I heard someone enter the tent. I resisted the urge to turn around. Let her get a nice, long view of my ass in a prone position. It was what she’d wanted, right? I kept digging, trying to ignore the fact that she was probably getting her laugh anyway.

She moved up behind me and grabbed my ass. And not lightly, either. She squeezed the hell out of it.

“Well, these are new. Nice ass, Beast.”

I stiffened, standing. That wasn’t Emilia’s voice. I turned, my gaze meeting April’s shocked blue eyes. My best friend’s girlfriend had grabbed my Speedo-bedecked ass.

“Holy shit!” Her hands went to her mouth, which was O-shaped. Her eyes were like saucers in her face. All I could do was laugh at her hilarious reaction. She took a step back. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were—”

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“Obviously.”

She rubbed her forehead, flush with embarrassment. “Crap, I can’t even believe I just fondled you.”

I laughed even harder. “I’ll keep it secret if you do.”

“Keep what secret?” Emilia burst through the tent flap and took in April’s stunned expression and my laughter. Her eyes dropped to my Speedo. “Nice ass.”

I only laughed harder, and April retreated again. “Oh shit. I gotta go. I thought this cabana was ours— Oh, uh—bye, Mia.” She paled. And for April, also known as Snow White, that was a feat. “Sorry, Adam.” She apologized, bursting out of the tent.

“Tell Beast I said hello,” I called after her.

Emilia stared at me expectantly, her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a bikini I’d never seen before—pale pink and white checks. Delectable.

But not happy.

Before I could say anything, she scoffed. “You look familiar. I think I know you from somewhere.”

I grimaced at her, indicating the insufferable Speedo. “Is this my punishment? People can see everything I own in this thing.” I tugged at the crotch self-consciously.

She twitched her brows suggestively. “It’s a fantastic example of a banana hammock. Maybe I wanted to show off to the world all the goodies I’m about to get.”

“Very funny.” I raised one brow at her. “Where’s your wet t-shirt, then? So I can show off all the goodies I’m going to get?”

She stuck her tongue out at me in reply.

“How many more mischievous jokes do you have in store for me?”

She grinned, delighted. “This was the main one. I was going to try and substitute it for your tux tomorrow, but Jordan talked me out of that.”

Someone should inform Jordan of how much his girlfriend appreciated a Speedo-bedecked ass.

Emilia let her arms fall from her chest, and she took my breath away in that bikini. This Speedo was about to become a problem as my eyes slid down from the curve of her breasts, across her smooth stomach and hips, and down those long, delicious legs of hers.

“Come here,” I ordered.

“Why should I?”

“Because you look good enough to eat, and I’m starved.”

She laughed, stepping forward. “Still not suave, Drake.” Once she was close enough, my arms were around her, my hands on the soft, soft skin of her lower back. I pulled her up against me and kissed her neck. God, she smelled so good.

She drew away to scan my face. “What was April’s problem?”

I shrugged. “Maybe she got freaked out because she saw me in the Speedo and was turned on. But I had to remind her that these goodies belong to you.”

Emilia laughed. “Officially. As of tomorrow at sunset.”

I kissed her again “These goodies haven’t been used in a while. I think we need to test them out before then.”

She was already unbuttoning my shirt, kissing her way down from my collarbone across my chest. “I completely agree. Don’t want to accept faulty goods.”

She licked my nipple, and it zapped me like an electric shock. I moaned, putting my hands in her hair. “I need to fuck you. ASAP.”

“I could get on board with that plan.” She led me over to the outdoor couch in the rear of the tent. With a flick of her wrist, it unfolded into a double lounge. Slowly, she spread her towel on it and lay down, stretching herself out like a banquet, all ready for me to consume.

I laid down my towel just as she had and landed beside her, pulling her into my arms immediately. “I’ve only seen you in this bikini for five minutes, and it’s already driving me insane.” With my index finger, I stroked the velvet skin on the inside of her breasts. Like heaven.

Her eyes snapped shut, and she pressed the whole length of her body against mine. Our mouths found each other, fastening together. I tasted her lips, her mouth, her tongue.

Kissing her was amazing, but after all this time, I was beyond desperate to get into her bikini. My mouth traveled down the column of her neck, down her breastbone, between the two pink-checkered-covered mounds.

“You taste like suntan lotion,” I groaned as her fingers glided through my hair, teasing my scalp.

“I didn’t put lotion everywhere.” She smiled lazily. “Certain parts have nothing at all.”

“Yeah…my favorite parts,” I murmured as I untied the string to her bikini top. She lounged with a long, contented sigh, happy to let me devour her. And I was happy to do the devouring.

When I touched her nipples, they tightened immediately, firing me up more. Her husky moans were music to my ears. My cock swelled inside that ridiculous Speedo, and I pulled away, taking two minutes to tear it off while also making sure to remove her bikini bottoms.




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