by Lisa Hughey
Her lips parted in a laugh. Her tongue peeked between the plump unpainted lips, but before she could lick it off, he painted a trail over her chin and along her neck. He lingered in the hollow of her throat.
Her pulse thudded beneath his fingertips. No longer laughing, she swallowed, the muscles in her neck clenching then releasing.
“I can’t fucking wait to lick this off you.” He continued painting her skin with the chocolate, down the middle of her chest until he dipped his finger into the valley between her breasts. She quivered beneath the sensual caress.
Diego glanced around the campfire, making sure they were hidden in the shadows. Whatever this was, he wasn’t about to expose her to the censure from London’s employees. But while he and Penny had been roasting marshmallows and playing paint the numbers, the rest of the party had cleared out.
He and Penny were alone in the dark night. Only the crackle of the fire and the buzz of insects surrounded them now. He tugged her over to the Adirondack chair he’d abandoned earlier and pulled her into his lap. He bent her back over his arm. Her silky hair tumbled over his biceps and he wanted to bury his fist in the mass and tug her so he could feast on her neck.
Diego snapped open the front hook to her bra.
He buried his nose between her breasts, nuzzling the small mounds with his beard and licking the chocolate from her skin.
With everyone gone, he pushed her top down, exposing her to the firelight and his avid gaze. He cupped her in his palm and pushed her into his mouth. Rolling the tight bud, he tongued her hard.
She arched into the intimate kiss.
Penny’s nails scraped the base of his neck, scattering goose bumps across his skin. His cock hardened in a rush.
Her face flushed and her eyes half closed, she clutched his head between her hands and moaned.
In a frantic move, she burrowed beneath his tight T-shirt and ripped the cotton over his head. She explored his chest, running her fingers through the smattering of hair and over the muscles in his shoulders, her strong hands smoothed over his biceps and along his forearms. She rolled into his embrace and began to kiss his skin. Her teeth nipped gently at his nipples.
His cock beat against the curve of her ass.
Fuck me. If he didn’t shift her away from his lower body, he was going to come in his shorts.
The slightly illicit location out in the open, where anyone could come back to the fire, fueled the passion between them. For years, he’d done everything right. Weighed every word, every action. But in this moment, he threw it all away. He wanted her now.
Her nipples glistened from his attention. He unbuttoned her shorts, spread his fingers along her belly. She contracted at the light touch, and when he slid his fingers into her curls and fingered the swollen bud, she shuddered in his arms.
“We should stop,” he murmured against her skin. Giving her an out if she needed it.
But he couldn’t seem to stop playing with her clit.
Penny shook her head. “No, we shouldn’t.”
He was thinking about her. About the fact that she was half naked, his hands down her pants. “You’re in a compromising position right now.”
She bit his collarbone. “Well then, let’s compromise you too.”
He couldn’t believe how much he loved that idea. “Hell, yes.”
She sucked a kiss against the sensitive spot below his ear.
He pinched her nipple in response.
Penny wrestled with the button to his country club shorts. Then she ripped the zipper down and dug into his briefs. With a smooth move, she’d curled her work-roughened hands around his cock.
Fuck.
Penny lifted from his lap. He grabbed for her, but she was only changing positions. She straddled his lap and fisted his cock. Her breasts, tumbling from the hem of her top, gleamed in the moonlight. Her face was flushed with desire, her lips puffy with the force of their kisses.
“I want inside you.” But they didn’t have a condom.
Sadly he didn’t think there were any orgasm donor packets lying around. “Protection?” He asked hopefully.
She bit her lip and shook her head.
“We’ll have to improvise.” Damn. I have to get inside her any way I can. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers then.”
Penny nodded.
Her eyelids drooped and her head tilted back. Moonlight limning her features, like a moon goddess, she tilted her head and let the light rain over her.
In one quick move, he slid his fingers inside her sex. He rubbed her G-spot, caressing the inflamed knot into a higher state of arousal. She was slick against his fingers, and her hips rocked in time to his stroke. Her hand moved up and down his cock, tightening every time he coaxed another low moan from her. Together they found an erotic rhythm.
She was straddling him, her tanned and strong legs lifted up and down to the rhythm of his thrusts. Her knees braced next to his legs as her soft ass rubbed against his hairy thighs.
She was so wet. She dripped on his hand.
They moved in a crazy rhythm, reaching for each other, oblivious to the surroundings.
When was the last time he’d even engaged in this kind of play? Ever since his twentieth birthday he’d been focused on making the business successful. He’d lost the simple pleasures of connection and lust. Every person in his life was chosen for maximum benefit. And if they couldn’t do something for him, then they weren’t worth the effort.
Diego had to keep his eye on the endgame.
The prize.
But not tonight.
Tonight, she was his reward, his prize.
Like a proper victor, he was going to claim her.
Penny was having an out-of-body moment.
Her clothes were disheveled, and her breasts bounced in the moonlight as she rode Diego’s fingers. His cock was thick and long and close to erupting in her hand.
She had never in her life thrown caution away and given in to her sexual desires. The fact that they were out in the woods, around the campfire where anyone could see them should have stopped her cold.
Instead the forbidden location titillated her. Aroused her. Did that make her wrong? She didn’t know. But as Diego’s pre-come slicked her hand, she knew he was close and she decided she could worry about existential crises later.
He conquered her body with two fingers and his mouth nearly sent her over the edge. But she didn’t want to go alone. Was determined to make this ultra-controlled man lose his tight grip before she did.
She was holding her orgasm at bay tenuously, as she rolled her fist over the head of his cock. Goddamn, had he gotten bigger? He seemed to swell in her hand, and she wished again that she’d thought to tuck a condom in her shorts pocket.
Then Diego twisted his fingers, lurched up and sucked her nipple into his mouth. That little bite of pain pushed her over the edge. Her body convulsed around his fingers as her orgasm rose over her in a crazy swell and took her under. Fireworks burst through her in a cascade of light and heat.
Her long, low moan was drowned out by his groan.
Hot jets of liquid splashed against her stomach as he let go of his control.
Diego pressed his thumb against her clit, and another set of quakes shimmied through her body. She continued to pump his erection until he had nothing more to give, then she collapsed against his chest.
Penny draped her body over Diego, limp, replete, completely wrung out.
What was it about him that made her abandon all sense of the right thing to do and just…toss aside her inhibitions?
They were out in the middle of the woods for fuck’s sake.
Technically she was working. She buried her head in his neck. “Can’t believe we did that.”
His body was warm and tense beneath her. They were both sticky from the combination of s’mores and sex. He lazily licked a spot of chocolate from her jaw. “Yum.”
“How do you convince me to just throw all sense out the window?”
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bsp; “It’s a gift.”
She chuckled against his neck, then kissed that spot beneath his ear that caused him to shiver. He tasted of man and sweat and salt. His hairy legs tickled the sensitive backs of her thighs.
And impossibly she began to tingle again. He was joking, and yet his words were true.
He was the gift.
Maybe a small one and she’d have to return it and forget about him after this weekend. But right this moment, she felt too satisfied to worry about it.
She’d just accept it for now and deal with the aftermath later.
13
Diego had done a lot of stupid in his life but having sex with Penny out in the open last night was beyond crazy. She tempted him. And worse, it hadn’t felt stupid.
But as his watch beeped, he knew he needed to get going.
He rolled away from her naked body. They were in his cabin. It had been closer than hers. They’d hastily cleaned up the campfire, and doused the embers of the fire, before stoking their own sexual fire again.
He showered and dressed quickly, putting on his suit and a clean shirt and tie.
He was late as it was. The Billionaire Breakfast Club was going to be annoyed with him. But as he looked back at the wood nymph lying in his bed, he couldn’t be sorry.
He closed the door on last night and headed back to Boston.
He had been planning to miss this month’s get-together because of the retreat, but D’Andre had set up an interview to plug the next iteration of his safety helmet, and the magazine wanted a photo op of all seven of them. So Zin had found a heliport nearby. He planned to buzz into Boston for breakfast and the interview, and be back at the camp after lunch.
Diego rubbed his cleanly shaved jaw. After two days of scruff, his smooth skin felt weird, like he didn’t quite fit in that image anymore.
He strode into the diner. All the guys were already here. They were an unlikely bunch. D’Andre Smith, former Stanford linebacker, former pro-football player, and now CEO of his own company.
Jason Hollingsworth the Fourth—Jay—always looked like he was headed out for cocktails, even at nine a.m. on a Sunday. Except he’d become Diego’s partner and friend. Who would have ever thought a second-generation Puerto Rican guy from Dot and a guy whose family came to America on the Mayflower and practically created the social register would be besties?
Peter Nguyen was their resident nerd, except these days he worked out and that skinny, socially awkward kid he’d met fourteen years ago was gone. Peter had been the first to hit billionaire status.
Duke, surfer dude and social activist, still looked like he spent his nights sleeping on the beach and his days surfing. His blond hair was on the edge of stringy and his face tanned and healthy.
The girls weren’t here yet.
“Nice of you to make it.” D’Andre mock jabbed at him.
“I was in the Berkshires,” he said mildly. He was trying to hold onto that relaxed, sated happy from last night so he refused to fight with the guy. D wasn’t really even mad. He just had an excess of aggression since he’d retired from the NFL last year.
Jay lifted a blond brow. “Someone got laid.”
“Hey, that’s great.” Peter Nguyen, his face broke into a huge smile. “Me too!”
“Jesus, Nguyen. TMI.” Duke shook his head.
“Didn’t you have your high school reunion last night?” D’Andre and Peter had become fast friends. The kid who barely passed and the kid with a perfect SAT score had bonded immediately over the curse of high school stereotypes.
“Yes.” Pete flushed.
D’Andre high-fived Pete.
Tracy, princess of high society and Jay’s childhood friend, and Courtney, their resident gamer girl—another unlikely friendship—burst into the diner, arm in arm.
Courtney’s hardware was prominently displayed, and she was totally gothed out.
Jay frowned at her. “Is that appropriate interview attire?”
Courtney stuck out her pierced tongue at him and shot back, “Is that a silver spoon up your butt?”
Diego sighed. Jay and Courtney were the only ones who barely tolerated each other. Weirdly, their little band of misfits had become just what Peter Nguyen had predicted all those years ago. After they’d escaped from the Harvard Young Entrepreneurs symposium and Diego had crashed their impromptu meetup, they’d traded ideas and talked business strategy for hours. Everyone in the odd group had shared what they wanted to accomplish and what they thought they needed to do to get there.
Just like in The Breakfast Club movie, they had formed a strange connection.
Except their pact had not only survived, but thrived. They’d been there for each other’s successes and the failures, continuing to encourage each other through both the good and the bad.
The BBC had ended up being his sounding board. They consulted each other. It helped that none of their businesses overlapped. But they’d never steered him wrong.
“What’s wrong?” Tracy asked.
“What do you mean?” Nothing was wrong. Except he’d had the short helicopter ride to think about last night. And what he’d figured out was he didn’t want to give Penny up.
But there was more at stake than just him.
“C’mon. It’s corporate retreat weekend, right?”
“Yes.”
“How’s it going?”
Diego considered the weekend but business had taken a back seat to Penny. She was all he could think about. “I reviewed the numbers on Thursday and they look good.”
Tracy put her hand on his forearm. “Numbers aren’t the only component to a successful merger.”
Easy for her to say. Her social media company was going IPO next month, and the preliminary scuttlebutt was they were going to blow it out of the water.
“Does this have anything to do with the woman?” D’Andre prodded, finding another way to jab at Diego.
Like a predator scenting weakness Tracy narrowed in for the kill. “Woman? What woman?”
One drunken weekend years ago, he’d shared his original story with the breakfast club. How that moment in the parking lot with Penny had changed him. They all had their own versions of “Turn that failure into a success” but his had been the most dramatic. Except possibly for Jay’s.
“It was her.” Diego had so many conflicting emotions from that memory. Except now Penny was all grown up and that long-ago remorse had been replaced by an inconvenient lust.
Tracy jerked back. “The little girl? The one who pretty much started your obsession with success?”
“Obsession.” Diego laughed. “That’s a little harsh.”
Except no one else was laughing.
Diego glanced around the table. He was the odd man out. He was the only one of them who didn’t go to college, even though D’Andre had only gone one year before going into the draft and Jay had dropped out as a giant fuck-you to his father. Diego was the only one who had never even considered it. But he had street knowledge.
“Let’s face it,” Peter said. “You’ve always felt like you had more to prove than the rest of us.”
Diego blinked, stunned. He couldn’t wrap his brain around what they were saying.
“Yeah, man.” D’Andre shook his head. “You took that damn name so literally.”
Billionaire Breakfast Club.
“Yeah, we’re all going to make it.” Courtney tugged on her cartilage ring. “Or some version of it, but—”
“Money isn’t everything,” Jay interrupted her.
She shot him an annoyed frown.
“Easy for you to say, you’ve always had it.” Now he was starting to get a little fucking defensive.
“Dude, it’s mostly just a way to keep score,” Duke said.
“Or do something good with. No one person can use that much money,” Pete continued.
But Diego was spinning, feeling lost like when Jay had convinced him to go sailing. He was a “feet firmly on the ground” kind of guy, and didn’t mind boati
ng on a lake, but when they’d been bouncing on the waves with the shore barely in sight, the ocean had felt too vast.
Now he was floundering as his world view shifted.
Jay nudged him. “So what happened?”
What had happened? And why couldn’t he clear out the noise?
“Let’s get back to the personal.” Tracy rubbed her hands together like an evil genius about to wreak havoc on the world.
“Tell us more about this chick.” Of all of them Courtney was the most protective. For all her tough exterior, she had a marshmallow center.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to talk about the personal,” Jason said, coming to his rescue.
Except maybe he did want to share.
“We, ah,” Diego hesitated.
“Wait this is like, romantic?” Tracy grabbed his hand and clutched his fingers in hers. “Oh my gosh!”
“They had sex. That doesn’t necessarily translate to romantic.” Jay flattened his palms on the Formica tabletop.
“We all know your views on that,” Courtney said flatly.
Some tension simmered between Jay and Courtney. Worse than usual. Diego wondered what was up with them.
“So, what next?” Duke leaned back into the booth, his arms crossed.
“I don’t know. She’s amazing.” Diego couldn’t help but smile. She made him happy. “But there’s a history with Jeffrey London.”
“Oh, ugh,” Tracy made a horrified face. “Jerky Jeffrey, the creeper? Every single woman at the country club stays far away from him.”
D’Andre asked, “She works for him?”
“No. She’s a farmer.”
“A farmer?”
“Right? And she’s at the camp this weekend pitching her new non-profit. She’s trying to convince companies to plant small gardens for employees to work in as stress relief.”
D’Andre perked up.
Diego recited a quick overview of Penny’s idea.
Duke said, “I’m in love with this girl already.”
“That’s…a brilliant idea.” Jay cocked his head to the side clearly thinking about Penny’s mission.
“Yeah.” He thought about this weekend. His mouth curved into a smile. Could he attribute his calm and reduced stress from being in nature and working with the garden project? Or was Penny the better influence?
