“Tell me this is not going to make things awkward later,” I forced out, needing to make sure, even as my hand gripped the back of his head.

“I don’t want to make anything awkward, sweetheart, I just want to make you come.” He sucked in a breath, just as his thumb stroked the inside of my thigh. “Slowly first, with just my fingers. And then...”

“Oh, God,” I mewled. I was mewling. But his teeth were on my earlobe, then he flicked it with his thumb. I could feel myself getting wetter as he touched me. His clever fingers kneading and tugging until I felt like I was going to fall apart. Was I going to come just from this? “Kiss me.” It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. Desperate and frantic just like I was, and he didn’t make me wait. That big hand slid up to the nape of my neck and he took my mouth like he owned every inch of it.

“Open up, Alba Serena,” he coaxed as he sucked on my bottom lip.

“Now you know my name.”

He laughed again, low and dangerous. “If only you knew. Vamos,” he urged, rubbing that rock-hard cock right into my clit. “Dame tu boca.”

I gave it to him and fuck...did he take it.

He gripped me in place and kissed me deep and slow, his tongue swiftly gliding with mine. Licking and taking. It was earthy and raw, not at all like I’d expected this man to kiss me, but exactly like I needed. Consuming and grounding at once. It was a good thing that Theo Ganas was a man who did not cross boundaries, because if I had had any inkling he had this in him when I worked for him, I wouldn’t have lasted a week.

“Good girl,” he purred between sliding his tongue along the seam of my mouth and gripping my nape tighter. “This mouth is as sweet as I thought. I can’t wait to taste your pussy.” I moaned in response.

Our mouths were so close I could feel the words against my lips. With what seemed like very little effort, he lifted me out of the pool and sat me on the edge so that his mouth was level with my crotch. He was looking at me like he was going to make a quick meal out of my body, and I had never been more excited to be someone’s on-the-go snack.

“Can I?” he asked with his fingers tugging on one of the strings of my bikini bottom.

I didn’t answer, just spread my legs and leaned back on my hands. I watched as he undid one side and then the other before pulling it down. My core pulsed, throbbing in expectation for his mouth. But the bastard took a step back and looked up at me.