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I looked up at him, and his eyes held the hint of a smile.
“What do you plan on doing?”
“Slow and easy. A selfish jerk would only do it for his pleasure; that’s not me. You’re probably as tight as a drum from four years of no sex. I’ve never hurt a woman in bed and never will.”
“Then, when?”
“It’s raining. Would you like to play now?”
“Now?” I squeaked.
“The decision is yours.”
Austin brushed his hair back and crossed his arms.
“Should we just play backgammon instead?”
“I don’t know how to play.”
“I’ll teach you. It’s easy.”
Austin stood and started to set the board up on the dining table. I sat and watched him. “Well?”
I got up and sat down opposite him. He taught me the game and showed me how the pieces moved. Several times his hand brushed my arm or hand, making my body flame. I was curious about the brown bag he had placed on one of the chairs.
“What’s in the bag?”
He picked it up and let it dangle from his fist, “This bag? I brought you a gift.”
“You bought me a gift?”
“No, I brought you a gift,” he said sarcastically.
Austin placed the bag on the table and opened it up, reaching in and pulling out a bag of red ripe strawberries. I loved strawberries with fresh whipped cream. My mother used to pick them from our small garden when I was a girl and serve them for dessert.
“I love strawberries.”
“The main house made me some whipped cream.”
He reached in and pulled out a small glass bowl which he placed on the table. I popped off the cover and took a fingertip full of cream, sucking it off. Austin licked his lips, and I inwardly smiled, knowing I was getting to him.
He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “I think this game is over.”
I smirked. “Which game?”
“Both. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“For what?”
“Don’t toy with me.”
I giggled, which was not something a thirty-two-year-old CEO of a large production company would do. Austin rose and helped me pull my chair out, then scooped me up in his arms. I wound my hands around his neck and leaned against his shoulder. He gently put me down by the large bed and slipped off his black tank top. His already large bulge had grown larger, and his penis strained against his gray swim trunks.
I reached down and traced a finger over his erection. Austin practically hummed as I touched him, and he pulled at the ties of my bikini top. My nipples were peaked and aching for his touch by the time he got it untied, letting it flutter to the floor. He swallowed loudly as he cupped my breasts, weighing them in his hands.
“You have deep tan lines. Too bad the Maldives doesn’t allow topless sunbathing.”
“I wouldn’t anyway,” I whispered.
