LAUREN

"Hmmm, you’re so fucking naughty," I moaned, the sound vibrating through my chest and dissolving into the salt-heavy air of the private beach.

My head rolled back against the tiled lip of the infinity pool, my eyes fluttering shut as the sun beat down on my wet skin. But the heat of the sun was nothing compared to the furnace of the man between my legs.

His name was Julian, a honey-blonde god I’d met only two days ago, and right now, he was focused entirely on my left breast. I was wearing a tiny pink swim bra that barely contained me, and one of my small, firm breasts...