Page 67 of The Wedding Pact

‘I certainly am,’ I say with a returning grin, already eager to get back to the villa for more fun sexy-times with him.

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Raffa

When we finally get up again, after amusing ourselves by having sex on just about every available surface in the villa, we go outside to hang out and make the most of our amazing view.

I’ve brought my laptop out with me and I’m sitting on a lounger while I check my emails, much to Ida’s vexation.

She’s currently in the pool, swimming back and forth, her lithe body slipping through the water and being the mother of all distractions.

In my peripheral vision, I see her stop swimming and wade to the side of the pool, leaning her elbows on the side and propping her chin on her hands so she can stare at me.

I try to ignore her, but it’s impossible.

Letting out a sigh, I look at her, cocking my head and raising a jokey eyebrow.

‘Can I help you?’ I ask, though I know what it is she wants.

‘Come on, Billionaire Bean-counter. Stop that and come and swim with me.’

Yup. That’s what I thought she’d say.

She grins at me and despite my frustration at being interrupted I can’t help but grin back. Her smile is disarming. She’s disarming. She’s cheeky and warm and teasing and challenging, all at the same time.

‘Look, I’m sorry, but I’ve really got to check these in case there’s something important I have to deal with right away.’

Getting out of the pool, she walks over to where I’m sitting, dries her hands on her towel, and before I can object, she lifts the laptop off my legs – putting it onto the table next to me – then swings her leg over me and sits down carefully on my crotch, right on top of my erection.

‘Ooh, what’s this? I sense insubordination in your ranks,’ she jokes.

‘Yeah, well, you’re a real distraction, you know.’

‘I do know. I thrive on it,’ she says, leaning down to give me a kiss.

‘That’s become very clear to me,’ I say when we come up for air.

I’m wet pretty much all over now, but finding it hard to care.

‘It’s a shame you’re such a workaholic. And that I’m fundamentally against long-term relationships right now,’ she says on a sigh.

‘It is a shame, yeah.’

We look at each other, our mouths pressed into teasing smiles.

‘Are you really going to work through the rest of this holiday? Look around you. Look what you’re missing while you’re staring down at your laptop. You’re in paradise but you may as well be in some beige office somewhere.’

I give her a discerning look. ‘That’s what it takes to stay on top.’

‘You really like it on top, don’t you?’

‘I do, yeah.’

I suck in a breath, fighting with my desire as she gently rocks her pelvis back and forth, rubbing herself against my very interested cock.

‘Me too,’ she murmurs with a smile.

‘So I see,’ I say, my voice sounding strained as I try to keep it together.