Knocked Up on Valentine's Day

by Amy Brent

  But, I settled for stepping out of the car and checking us in before I had the driver pull us up to the bungalow.

  Helping Charlie out of the car, I waved the driver off, then heard her gasp behind me while I watched the car fade into the background. I wanted to make sure we were completely alone before I turned around to see her, because I knew when I did I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her.

  I’d waited long enough.

  “Holy shit, L,” she said, sounding a bit out of breath.

  “You like it?” I asked, turning around.

  Her bag had dropped to her side and her jaw was unhinged in surprise. The water lapped at the edge of the shore while the dock heading to the bungalow glowed with its wooden shine. The see-through shirt she had on, along with the shorts she had donned boasted of the thin string bikini she had on underneath her clothes, and I felt my cock twitch to life. I reached my hands out and smoothed them around her waist, planting warm kisses in the crook of her neck while she trembled in shock and anticipation.

  “This was too much,” she said. “You really shouldn’t have done this.”

  “Oh, but I should have,” I said, nipping at her neck.

  She turned her head, exposing her neck for me while the wind kicked up around us, and her hair blew sweetly into my face while the water continued to knock up against the legs of the bungalow. For the next couple of nights, I would fall asleep with her in my arms, while we listened to the beautiful sounds of the ocean breeze, and I nuzzled deep into her skin.

  “What should we do first?” I asked.

  “Well, I didn’t put on this bikini for nothing,” she said, smirking. “Let’s go swimming.”

  We picked up our things and made our way into the bungalow, where the sparkle of awe that hit her eyes made me smile. She looked around at the decadent snacks and drinks that had been put there at my request, and she ran and dove for the bed as I dropped our bags into the corner.

  “You like?” I asked.

  “Uh-oh, L. This bed shouldn’t be this comfortable. You won’t get laid if all I wanna do is sleep on it.”

  “Oh, I don’t mind putting in the work.”

  I dove on top of her and caught her lips with mine. The way her hands raked through my hair caused a low groan to peel from my throat. Her legs parted, openly accepting my body, and my tongue slid across the roof of her mouth while her hips rolled into mine.

  “Nuh-uh-uh. The lady wants to swim first,” I said teasingly.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Later,” I said. “Right now, I wanna see what you’ve got on underneath these thin pieces of fabric you call clothes.”

  I watched her climb off the bed and strip for me. The pathetic pieces of fabric fell to the floor, revealing a milky-smooth body sprinkled with light brown freckles. Her thick thighs were covered in nothing but a string and two triangles that hid just enough of her to make me salivate, and her beautiful tits overflowed the tiny triangles mashed against her nipples. The dark green suit brought out the fierceness of her eyes, and she did a small turn for me, knowing exactly the reaction she was getting.

  “Sure you wanna swim?” she asked.

  “I promise, it’ll be worth the wait,” I said breathlessly.

  “Lies,” she said, winking.

  She pulled me from the bed and ripped my shirt off before she dragged me to the beach. Our legs got covered with sand as we ran up and down the beach, my hands reaching for her while we twirled and were crushed by the waves. She dove under the ocean current, always having to shift around her bathing suit when she came up, but every single time the water trickled over her skin it revealed a new beauty about her I’d never seen before.

  But, her squeal ripped me from my thoughts, and I saw her pointing over to a coral ridge.

  “L! L! Look!”

  I watched her swim out to the coral reef and I darted into the water after her. I had no idea what that current was going to do to her, nor did I know how deep the water was, and there was a part of me that allowed a fear I’d never experienced to trickle on in. I huffed and puffed, pushing my body to its limits just so I could catch up with her, but the farther we got out the more stable the water became.

  And I realized what she was looking at.

  “Sea turtles,” she said, smiling.

  There were a bunch of sea turtles of all shapes and sizes basking in the Bahama sun while the babies dipped in and out of the water. Her eyes lit up at the sight, oo-ing and ah-ing over how cute the turtles looked, but all I could do was tread water and keep my eyes hooked on her.

  Never in my life had I ever seen a woman so entranced with the sight of animals before, and never had I experienced a woman who was so eager to push back what I was so willing to give her.

  “Do you see them, L?” she asked.

  “I do,” I said.

  “No, no, no— you’re not looking,” she said. “Look! It’s the most beautiful thing you’ll see while we’re here.”

  “I highly doubt that,” I said.

  She turned her gaze to me and, for the first time since we had gotten here, she really looked at me. I saw the excitement coupled with the fear of us getting caught, and I took her hand and brought her body next to mine. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding onto me close while we bobbed up and down in the water, and my lips found her ear in an attempt to soothe her fears.

  “No one will find us, Charlie. That’s why I brought us here.”

  All at once, her body gave way to mine. She rested her head on my shoulder while our bodies relaxed in the crystal clear ocean, and we treaded water slowly back to the shore until my feet could touch the bottom of the ocean’s floor again. We moved to the slow and rhythmic undulation of the waves, the water ebbing and flowing while we simply marveled at its motion. I could feel her breathing settle out against my chest while her pulse point beat solidly against my shoulder.

  I turned my lips into her hair and planted a long, soft kiss against her head, and feeling her smiling against my skin prompted me to tighten my grip around her.

  “I’ve never been in a place so beautiful before,” she said.

  “I’ll have to take you to see many more,” I said.

  “Until this ends, right?” she asked.

  A small pang of hurt wafted through my chest and I involuntarily clenched my arms down around her. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t whisk her to the Bahamas just to think about the future. The only thing I wanted to do was correct what was wrong the first time.

  I didn’t want her to leave.

  “Until this ends,” I said.

  Chapter 16

  Charlie

  This trip L had brought me on was absolutely incredible. I’d never seen water so clear and had no idea seafood could taste this fresh or outstanding without massive amounts of seasoning. Sure, Miami had good seafood, but it was covered in butters, sauces and seasonings. All you can eat buffets trickled along the coastline, boasting of mediocre seafood they could pump into you by the pound for fifty bucks a plate.

  But the decadent foods I was having here would forever taint the meals I ate in Miami.

  L had been the perfect gentleman, which made things better yet more difficult. Things were better because we could unabashedly be ourselves. If I wanted to put my hand on his knee, I could. If he wanted to slap my ass, he could. If he wanted to climb into the shower with me and then walk naked with me into the hot tub, he could. He had planned this perfect weekend just so I didn’t have the fear of being caught looming over me, and I could tell he was more relaxed as well.

  But, L being a gentleman also kept raising my standards for men. I mean, if he was a dick and said a few shitty things every now and again, I could justify eventually leaving him. But, not only was the man good in bed, but he kept surprising me with all these incredible things around every corner.

  And, each time he did it, there was a soft expression behind his eyes. One that genuinely was spoiling me just to watc
h me react.

  Fuck, I was in a lot of trouble.

  For the past couple of days, it had just been the two of us. Our first night here was spent lounging around in the hot tub and holding each other while we drank champagne and watched the sunset. We took a shower together and washed each other down, then we fell into bed and just talked. We talked about his business and how he wanted to train me, I talked to him about my dreams and aspirations for the company I eventually wanted to build.

  We fell asleep in each other’s arms to the sounds of the ocean waves lapping against the bungalow.

  He woke me up with his tongue between my legs, and the first sensation I was aware of was the feeling of my orgasm building and crashing over me. He licked and sucked, guzzled and slurped, and by the time my body came down from its second orgasm I could feel him smiling into my pussy. Things could not have gotten any better for this weekend getaway he had planned.

  Until dinner rolled around.

  When I stepped out of the shower with my towel wrapped around me, L was setting up dinner on the terrace of the bungalow. The sun was setting, casting beautiful colors off our crystal champagne glasses, and he was in a breezy button-down shirt and a pair of faded jeans. He looked absolutely breathtaking, and I put on the only sundress I owned before I joined him for dinner.

  “You look spectacular,” he said, smiling.

  “So do you, L. Now, what gives? You haven’t thrown me down on the bed or covered me in chocolate sauce. You haven’t pounded me into the mattress or thrown me against the wall in the shower. What gives?”

  “I figured we could actually spend some time together,” he said, shrugging.

  “Uh-huh. So, our sordid affair has turned into a secret, delicate courtship?” I asked.

  “Do you want it to be one?”

  His question stopped me in my tracks with my champagne glass poised at my lips. I peered over the rim to see his reaction, and looked for any signs of him joking.

  But, he wasn’t.

  “L?” I asked.

  “Charlie?”

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You sounded pretty serious with that courtship nonsense.”

  “If it’s nonsense, then forget about it,” he said.

  “L, cut the shit. What’s going on?” I asked.

  “Would you like some fruit?” he asked, dumping grapes onto my plate.

  “L, what is running through your head?” I asked.

  “What about some sliced steak? It’s fabulous here,” he said, spearing some onto a fork.

  “L, damn it, why won’t you—”

  “I care about you, Charlie.”

  I furrowed my brow as he dropped the speared meat onto my plate. I had to have heard him wrong. Ellison James didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I care for you, Charlie,” he said, a bit softer this time.

  I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. Ellison James, the most powerful man in the real estate development world, had feelings for me. A lowly management woman with thighs that rubbed together, tits that fell out of her shirt, and a stomach that was anything but flat. A woman who lived in a small, dingy apartment with no one but her cat, and no one to call a friend but her weird college ex who wouldn’t stop coming around.

  “You what?” I asked.

  “I know this makes things difficult, because I know you want to end it because of your—”

  “Wait, I thought you wanted to end it,” I said.

  “And I did. I mean, it’s easier that way. There are rules I enforce and issues that arise if I don’t enforce them, and I have my reputation to consider. The life of my company, the breadth of my international reach, not to mention the lawsuits I’d have to settle out of court.”

  “Sorry for being confused, L. Are you talking yourself out of this or into this?” I asked.

  “What I’m saying is, it will be difficult. Trying to have a real relationship between the two of us while we also work together is going to take work. Work and secrecy until we’re tired of the secrecy, and then I don’t know what comes after. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve also never felt like this before,” he said.

  “So, we’re not just hooking up?” I asked.

  “That’s why I haven’t—as you so eloquently put it—thrown you against the mattress,” he said. “Because—well, at least now, for me—it’s no longer just about sex.”

  My entire chest was screaming at me to respond. My gut was yelling at me to shove this table off to the side, jump into his lap, and make love to him right on the deck. My body was telling me to take every single part of him he had to give and never let go, because there would never be another man like him. There would never be another Ellison James to come in, scoop my heart out of my chest, and promise to keep it safe so long as he was near.

  But, my mind. My mind was telling me this was a bad idea. Everything I’d ever worked for was already in jeopardy every single time I let his dick anywhere near me. Every single time his tongue parted my lips, the threat of my entire career—my life really—crumbling to the floor was a possibility. If one wrong person saw us holding hands, it was all over.

  My entire future would be history.

  I gazed into L’s eyes and saw a desperation. He wanted to cry out, to shake me from my trance just so he could jostle my answer out of me. But, he was being reserved. A gentleman. Even though I could see that his eyes screaming at me.

  But, there was one rational thought in my mind, over and over I heard it. One small echo in the dark recesses of my mind, that didn’t care about my future or my career and didn’t give a fig about what anyone else thought.

  It was telling me it was too late. That I’d already lost my heart to Ellison James anyway.

  “Good,” I said. “Because it’s not just sex for me anymore, either.”

  Breaking our trance, I picked up a grape. I popped it in my mouth and cast my gaze out to the ocean, and as I chewed it up I thought about what had just occurred. This man—this strong, intelligent billionaire with eyes of cobalt steel that reflected the depth of the ocean itself—had just admitted to being as taken by me as I was with him.

  His fingertips danced along my jawline, turning my head to his before he captured my lips in a kiss.

  I threaded my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. His body was vibrating, shaking against my skin as his hands cloaked my back. The taste of the grape upon my lips forced his tongue to slide all along my mouth, collecting as much sweetness as he could while he slowly stood up with me.

  “You are a captivating woman, Charlie,” he said, murmuring into my lips.

  “Have your way with me, L.”

  Pressing his lips against mine once more, he slowly turned me around and backed me into the bungalow. The backs of my legs hit the bed, forcing me to sit down upon the beautiful satin sheets, and the sheer curtains that donned the double doors to the terrace blew back with the force of the ocean. Mother Earth was cheering us on, clattering the waves against the bungalow in her own symphony as L pulled his breezy white shirt from his body.

  Slowly, I slid my fingertips down the ripples of his muscles while his fingers slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders.

  Chapter 17

  Ellison

  Her sundress slipped off of her shoulders, fluttering down her breasts, and all I could do was stare. Charlie was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and the Bahama sunset shining off her nipples beckoned. I slowly pushed her down onto the bed, wrapping my lips around her puckered nipple, and her hands flew to my hair and pulled me deeper against her body.

  The way she rolled against me, molding to me while she moaned and groaned, was intoxicating. There was something about her—the way she smelled and the way she felt—that threw my mind out of control. All of a sudden, several images flooded my mind. Images of how I wanted to take her, how I wanted to
cover her with my cum while she drenched me in her juices. I wanted to cover her with strawberries and lick every crevice.

  I wondered how raspberries would taste covered in her silky juices.

  I slid her panties off with my fingertips, my tongue driving her wild as I drug it down her skin. Her pussy was glistening for me, the colors of the Bahama sunset reflected on the ocean. I shoved my tongue into her depths, lapping at her pussy while she trembled on the bed. My hands flew to her hips, holding her down while she groaned in frustration, and I felt something odd happen to my body.

  I felt my chest tighten as I flicked her beautiful clit.

  I’d never felt anything like that before, and it caused me to work even harder. With every roll of her hips into my face, my chest tightened even more. When she wrapped her legs around my back, my heart fluttered. When she pulled me deeper into her drenched pussy, my chest burned.

  But, when her legs pulled taut and her toes curled with her orgasm, I felt a burning sensation behind my eyes as my name fell from her lips.

  She called my name out to the ceiling, breathless and wanting, and I was blinking back the unfamiliar while my tongue clung to her clit and steadily rode out her orgasm.