When the sun started to set, they gathered up the towels and headed back to the hotel.

“I can’t believe you didn’t go in the water once,” Connor told her.

She shrugged and tried to play it off. “Maybe tomorrow,” she said.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Starving. I thought for sure I could live off of mojitos, but apparently not. Twenty-one-year-old me is so disappointed in myself.”

He laughed. “Well good, because dinner’s in an hour. What are your thoughts on local oysters for a starter?”

Her stomach rumbled at the thought. Something about being in the sun all day had revved up her appetite. “Sounds great,” she said.

They parted ways in the common area, and she sifted through the gowns and dresses that hung in her closet. She chose a floor-length, Grecian-style white gown with a slit nearly to her hip bone. It showcased her toned shoulders and the color she’d soaked up that afternoon.

In the shower, the six heads sprayed the last remnants of the beach from her. Sam watched white sand as it trickled down the drain. Just a few weeks ago, she never believed she’d be somewhere like this. Thank god my job required me to get a passport to work there—just in case. She’d been so nervous that Connor would realize she’d never been out of the country.

Sam swept her hair up in a loose chignon to show off the backless dress. Just a swipe of coral lipstick plus thick fake lashes, and the look was complete. There was no need for highlighter or bronzer. The beach had worked its magic.

She slipped into six-inch strappy metallic wedges and turned to check out every angle in the mirror. With the style of the dress, there was no way she could wear a bra or panties. However, nobody needed to know that to see how drop dead sexy she looked.

She smiled at herself in the mirror and walked into the common area. Connor was seated on the white leather sofa with a drink in hand. “Wow,” he said. That was it. For once, she’d rendered him speechless.

Sam bit her lip. “I’m glad you like it. So… where are we going?”

“Here,” he said. Connor stood up, pulled back the white curtain from their private balcony, and there was a candlelit table set with a lavish dinner.

“You had me get ready for this!” she said incredulously.

“I think it was well worth it,” he said with a wink. He pulled out her rattan seat, and she felt his eyes on her chest as she sat.

As she sat across from him, nothing but candles and moonlight illuminated the balcony. The oysters were decadent, soaked in pink champagne, but something about the night quieted her appetite. Instead, they popped a bottle of champagne and clinked glasses. “I thought you were hungry,” he said as he eyed her.

“I guess not as much as I thought,” she said.

After they’d shared a bottle and picked at their food, Connor put his linen napkin aside. “Dessert?” he asked.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked coyly. He looked ravishing in a white suit with no tie and the top button of his pressed shirt undone.

“Come here,” he said. “Let’s enjoy it on the couch.”

She settled across the cool leather and slid out of her shoes. The dress splayed out like a work of art. Sam felt like a goddess. As Connor returned from the kitchen with a silver platter of strawberries and freshly whipped cream, she hoped he thought so, too.

“They’re local, from Strawberry Fields Farm,” he said as he sat next to her.

“That name sounds made up,” she said.

“If it were, I’d have come up with something more creative,” he said. He picked up one of the largest berries and held it to her lips. Sam caught his eye and held it as she bit into the juiciness. It was at the peak of ripeness, and the sweetness ran down her chin.

Before she could react, Connor wiped the juice from her jaw and brought his hand to his mouth. He licked the juice from his thumb and put the tray aside.

She leaned into the kiss before she was even certain it was happening. His hand cupped her chin and controlled her. With her head lifted toward him, his lips were on hers and she could taste nothing but the sweet berry.

When his tongue slipped between her lips, she let out a moan. Her back was arched, her chest pressed up against him. Connor’s hand found her thigh instantly. He explored the stretch of silky skin, and slowly moved higher. He dragged out every moment.

Sam slid his jacket off his shoulders hungrily while he grabbed her thigh and draped it across his lap. His hand traveled higher as he kneaded and squeezed every part of her leg.

When he reached her hip, she felt him search for her underwear and she laughed into his mouth. “Nothing there,” she said.

He grinned and squeezed her ass as he pulled her on top of him. As she straddled him, she could feel his hardness between her legs. She was already wet, but couldn’t help grinding against him. Even through his trousers, she got a hint of what that girl had meant by “built like a horse.” But Sam was so turned on, it no longer intimidated her.

Connor’s mouth moved from her lips to her jaw and traveled to her neck. The heavy jewels of the dress’ neckline stopped him. With one hand—the other still firmly on her backside—he reached behind her and unhooked the neck of the dress. It fell quickly around her waist and exposed her breasts.

A part of her felt suddenly shy, but Connor held her at arm’s length to admire her. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said.

His hand snaked below the folds of the dress, which was now solely held against her body at the waist, and he bolstered her up above him so her nipples met his mouth. She felt his fingers digging into her cheeks, dangerously close to her opening as the warmth of his mouth consumed one nipple and the next.

Sam whimpered as she felt her nipples harden against his tongue. She wanted desperately to be lowered, to be able to rub herself against his hardness again, but he kept her firmly poised inches above his lap.

She squirmed, and his hands that clutched her bare ass shifted closer to her center. His fingers spread her apart. The ache of emptiness was unbearable. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he told her between sucks on her nipples.

“Stop teasing me,” she said, frustrated.

“Is this what you want?” he asked as he lowered her back down. Instead of letting her go completely, he slid a finger inside her and pushed his thumb against her clit. She shuddered at the surprise of it—and the pleasure of having some part of him inside her.

Sam couldn’t bring herself to reply, but moved against his hand eagerly. His movements were skilled, with practiced flicks against her G-spot and just enough pressure on her clit to get her halfway to orgasm. But no closer.

She kissed him deeply, eyes squeezed shut. All she wanted was to come.

“Slow down,” he told her.

There was a part of her that thought maybe he’d just stop. Maybe it was all just a game, a power trip. She rode his hand harder, lifted her head and offered her breasts to his lips again. He spanked her once, hard. “I said slow down,” he said.

The slap surprised her, but even as the sting faded and she felt her ass turning red, she also felt a new gush of wetness between her thighs.

Connor slipped his finger out of her and flipped her onto her back. The coolness of the couch was a shock to her skin. He knelt and spread her legs wide. “You didn’t let me have any dessert,” he told her. “That’s not very nice.”

She smiled and let her head fall back as he kissed his way up her thighs. When he reached her mound, he kissed his way across it and trailed his tongue against her skin. He came so close to tasting her, really tasting her, and yet pulled back.

Sam shook her head back and forth, ready to burst. “What do you want?” he asked her.

“Connor, please,” she said and arched her back as far as she could.

“You’re going to have to tell me,” he said.

She worried her lip and he blew on her clit lightly. “I want you to eat me,” she said.

His tongue ran across her clit, firm and slowly, before it dipped down into the deepest of her folds. She cried out and dug her fingers into his hair to hold him closer to her. As he worked his tongue faster, she couldn’t stop calling out his name. When he slid a finger into her again, she reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples.

She didn’t want to come, not like this. “I want to taste you,” she said, breathless. He pulled his finger from her and left a flutter of kisses on her clit.

“What about the contract?” he asked, even as he unbuckled his trousers and she slipped completely out of the dress.

“Consider it on hold for the weekend,” she said.

When he revealed himself to her, she knew instantly the girl hadn’t been lying. She’d never really seen one before, not really, but he was huge. Still, that ache that throbbed deep inside of her didn’t stop.

She reached for him, but he stopped her. “Like this,” he said, and took the whipped cream from the abandoned tray of strawberries. Connor spread the cool sticky slickness across her breasts—and along his shaft. He straddled her chest and took her hands. “Press your tits together,” he told her.

As soon as she did, he slid his cock between her breasts and the tip into her mouth. Sam licked and sucked at him like she was starved. The heat of his length between her breasts and the sweetness of the cream blended with his own taste was intoxicating.

He kept one hand loosely on her head and caressed her cheek while he watched her take him deeper and deeper into her mouth. He rose up, brushed her hands away from her breasts, leaned down and kissed her. He lapped up every last part of the cream, from her lips to her swollen nipples.

“Every part of you tastes so good,” he said. She wanted to tell him the same, but her jaw ached and her lips were numb from sucking just the couple of inches he gave her.

Standing up, he scooped her up in his arms easily.

She laughed. “What are you doing?”

“I want to fuck you properly,” he said and carried her into his bedroom.