Instead of kissing me, he starts to tickle my ribs, making me shriek with laughter and try to squirm away. He holds me tightly, so there’s nowhere I can roll to and escape his fingers. “What if they decide they want to tickle you?” He laughs.
He’s still ticking me and I laugh and wriggle, managing to get onto my side, but no further. I am both desperate for the tickling to stop, and willing him to keep touching me. I see a way to make both things happen and I wait for the right moment. I roll back onto my back, still laughing and trying to ignore the tickling sensation in my ribs. I flick my legs up, wrapping them around Brett’s waist and throwing myself to one side. “This happens!” I laugh as I manage to get Brett onto his back.
As he peers up at me, the laughter dies on his face and that lustful look is back in his eyes.
Suddenly, I’m very much aware that I am straddling Brett’s thighs, my dress hiked up to my waist. I clear my throat and start to move to one side.
Brett is faster and before I know it, he’s sitting up, his arms wrapped around my shoulders. He pulls me closer and I’m sitting in his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist, throwing caution to the wind. He leans down and his lips brush against mine.
I wrap my arms around him, shifting in his lap to find a comfortable spot. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, no longer playing. I kiss him with everything I have held back all week. The anger, the pain, and the overwhelming, all consuming desire I feel every time I look at him.
My hands roam over his back, feeling the grains of sand clinging to his shirt. I untuck his shirt and push my hands beneath it. I take several grains of sand with me, making his back feel rough and scratchy but I don’t care and if it bothers him.
Brett doesn’t stop kissing me to complain. His hands skim over my sides, over the ribs he was just tickling, but this time, he doesn’t tickle me. Instead, he spreads fire through my body with desperate caresses. He moves his hands to my hips. His left hand stays on my hip, but his right hand keeps moving, skimming over my bunched up dress. He puts his hand on my knee then moves it higher, pushing it under my dress and over my thigh.
I gasp as he runs his nails over my skin, teasing me. My thigh is on fire and my pussy is already wet, already craving his cock. I need him to fill me up, to make me come like he did last week. I need to feel that moment of reckless abandonment, when I stopped thinking and started only feeling.
Moving my hands over his back, I bring them around to the front of his body and grasp his waistband. He doesn’t stop me this time when I find the button and release it. I am reaching for his zipper when a voice yells from above us.
“What the hell do you two think you’re doing? Get out of here right now!”
14
Gasping again for a different reason this time, I push myself away from Brett. I’m skidding over the sand on my ass, trying desperately to pull my dress back down.
Brett, casual as ever, stays where he is. He stretches his legs out, unashamed even as I blush a deep scarlet color. He leans back on his palms and tilts his face up to the sun. “Good evening Carl,” he says casually and nods. “Stewart.”
I forget my embarrassment for a moment as I frown at his familiarity with the security guards, but then I remember he owns the place.
The two young looking security guards are both blushing as deep a shade of red as I am. “O-oh. Umm… hi B-Brett,” the one who yelled stutters out.
The other one looks a little bit more in control of himself. But then he wasn’t the one who busted his boss with a girl and tried to kick him out. “Sorry Brett. We didn’t realize it was you,” he says.
“I should hope not, seeing as you tried to kick me out,” Brett says good naturedly. He stands and turns to face the two young men.
They both shrink away, obviously expecting to be fired. Brett smiles at them and they exchange a glance. They don’t look entirely sure of what’s going on here.
I have to admit I’m stumped myself as what Brett is going to do. I mean surely he can’t fire them. We did sneak in through the bushes. It’s not like they could have known it was him.
“Relax guys,” Brett says. “You’re not in any trouble. In fact, I should probably commend you both on doing a thorough job of your patrol coming right out here.”
The two security guards smile uncertainly.
“I trust you’ll both be discrete about this,” he adds.
They both nod furiously.
“Of course,” one of them says,
I know it’s a lie. It’s like one of the office staff catching Mr. Connell with a woman in his office. That shit would be around the building like wild fire. Brett probably knows it too, but it’s not like he’s married or anything, and no one here knows I work for him, even temporarily, so I guess it doesn’t really matter. They’ll gossip about it until something else comes along, and then they’ll move on.
“And maybe you should shorten your patrol area for the rest of the night,” Brett says.
“Yes. Yes, of course,” one of them says.
If he thinks anything is going to happen between us now, he’s very wrong. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life, and there’s no way I’m risking a repeat performance of it.
The two security guards stand staring at Brett nervously.
“So, do you think you two can get back
