The Guest (Steamy Shorts #16)

Chapter 1

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KEVIN

“ I am so sorry, Kevin. Your bedroom is prepared, but the chef and his team are stranded in the next city two hours away. The five drivers just left to pick up the other guests, and they won’t be back until tomorrow.” Craig Rodriguez runs a hand through his hair, clearly flustered and stressed. He draws a breath and releases it. “I won’t take more than five hours, hopefully. Kara here will keep you entertained in the meantime. The other staff will arrive later, too.”

He motions for his daughter to step forward, and my breath stutters in my chest when I lay eyes on her. Bells ring inside my head, reaching a point where it becomes too loud to even think of anything or anyone but her. Craig’s voice becomes muffled, and I can no longer hear him.

Despite myself, I stiffen, my shoulders tensing as something crackles in the space between me and this beautiful, beautiful woman, electricity dancing on my nerve endings. Maybe this is what it’s like being hit by lightning.

A wave of desire so intense washes over me. It’s intensely palpable, and if I reach out and try to hold it, I can. Maybe. Possibly.

She has a small face framed by long, straight black hair that reaches her tiny waist. Her smooth olive skin is glowing, and her chocolate-brown eyes slowly draw me in.

Kara Rodriguez is pretty tall. I’d say somewhere between five-seven and five-nine. Since she’s wearing Daisy Dukes shorts that barely cover her ass, my heart slams at the sight of her legs that go on for miles. Then there’s that tiny hot pink bikini top, her nipples pushing against the thin fabric.

Holy fuck. This isn’t what I expected when I came here.

For a moment, I wonder if Craig is playing me. Trying to mess with my mind to get the upper hand in our negotiations later. But the panicked look on his face convinces me he’s telling the truth. He doesn’t want to leave his daughter with me, but he can’t have me tagging along as he fetches the staff. I can tell he knows the task is beneath him; he just doesn’t have much choice right now, especially with more guests coming in tomorrow.

“Hi, Kevin. I’m Kara.” A playful smirk tugs on the corner of her full lips. She knows I’m checking her out, and she knows I like what I see.

“Nice to meet you, Kara.”

The handshake is supposed to be quick, impersonal, and professional. It’s anything but. A jolt of electricity travels down my spine, forcing me to stand straighter. Blood rushes from my thighs to my balls and my cock.

I’m wearing dress pants. Fortunately for me, I untucked my button-down white shirt during the drive, so now I have it covering my pretty embarrassing erection. Barely.

“That’s settled.” Craig claps once and starts pointing around his house. “We have the cellar in the basement, the fridge is fully stocked with drinks, microwavables, and fresh fruits, you can swim in the pool or the beach. Just do whatever you want. I’ll be quick.”

I nod, and he rushes off to his car, leaving last-minute instructions to Kara as though she’s babysitting a child, not a grown thirty-five-year-old man.

I look around the massive beach house. It’s modern, all whitewashed wood and glass, with a wraparound porch that seems to stretch forever. When I arrived, I saw a balcony in every room, and there must have been at least twenty bedrooms.

It’s safe to assume this was built to hold gatherings because, as far as I know, Kara is an only child, and her mother divorced her dad and was remarried to a Hollywood star, leaving just her and Craig. They don’t need this big of a home unless he’s always inviting friends and business partners over.

I continue scanning the space. The polished wood floors gleam in the midday sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The open living room spills onto a vast area where a dozen matching lounge chairs face the ocean.

This place is relaxing, I’ll give it that. I can’t remember the last time I took a vacation, let alone enjoyed one.

“I’ll give you a tour of the house.” Kara’s voice pulls me out of my head, and I nod. She beams at me, and my heart races. “Follow me.”

It’s hard to hear a word she says because my eyes are glued to her ass hanging out of the poor excuse of shorts. My mind strays to dangerous territories, and as much as I want to tamp down the lurid visions parading in my brain, I keep on wondering how those glorious globes would feel on my hands or those tits on my mouth.

Fucking hell. What am I doing? This is a young woman. I’m way too old for her, not to mention that I’m here at her father’s invitation.

“Dad bought the land as a gift to my mom for their honeymoon. Instead of taking her to Paris, where she wants to go, he brought her here.”

“Well, that’s romantic.”

Kara doesn’t miss the sarcasm in my voice, and she casts me a sly grin over her shoulder. “That’s exactly what I told him. I mean, I get he wants to go the extra mile and gift her a vacation mansion, but the girl wants Paris, so give her Paris.”

“Do you like Paris?”

We walk upstairs, her hips swaying, and all I can think about is burying my face in between those thighs and relishing the heaven she has hidden there.

“I’ve been there too many times, it’s lost its appeal.” She stops in the middle of the stairs and turns to me. “For my honeymoon, I really don’t care where we are as long as my husband fucks me against every wall and in every corner.”

I choke on my own saliva, coughing and smacking my chest. “Jesus Christ.”

“So, anyway,” she continues as though she hasn’t just said something inappropriate, “there are twelve bedrooms, each with its own balcony, bathroom, and minibar. The second floor is divided into a right and left wing. Dad is on the far right, and I’m on the far left, my room facing the ocean.”

“Where’s my room?”

We reach the second-floor landing, and she turns so abruptly that I almost fall down the stairs. “Right beside mine,” she says as she drags a finger from the column of my throat to my chest, my skin burning under her touch.

“What are you doing?” My voice is hoarse even to my own ears.

“Making sure the guest feels welcomed.”

“Do you do this to every guest, then?”

She moves so close that her breath tickles my throat. “No. You’re the only one who gets this special treatment.”

It’s wrong, and I should stop this. Instead, I meet her gaze. “What else does this special treatment include?”

“Anything you want. That’s what Dad said.”

My cock is about to explode in my pants just by her nearness. I still have some brain function, so I shake my head to clear the fog. “Can you please show me to my room?”

She steps back and shrugs. “With pleasure.”

The moment the door swings open, I’m impressed. Craig definitely went all-out.

A king-sized bed with a crisp white duvet and gray throws sits in the center of the massive room, flanked by driftwood nightstands. The headboard is upholstered in black faux leather with diamond stitching.

The sliding doors opposite the bed open to a balcony with a fantastic view of the ocean. There are a pair of cushioned lounge chairs and a glass-topped table.

In the corner of the room, there’s the mini-bar Kara mentioned, complete with sparkling water, champagne, wine, and some snacks.

It feels like I’ve checked into a five-star hotel in the Maldives.

“I take it you’re impressed?” Kara asks, her hands intertwined behind her.

God, I can never get used to how beautiful she is. “It’s not bad.”

“Ah, a man with high standards.”

That’s so far from the truth that I chuckle before I can check myself. “No, I’m not.”

“What kind of a man are you then, Kevin?”

My name on her tongue elicits all sorts of reactions from me—surprise, delight, and the primal need to take her right here and right now. The need to claim her. Possess her. Make her mine. “Just another boring businessman.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call you boring. More like reserved. I wonder what it will take to crack those walls you’ve erected around yourself.”

I don’t have an answer, and she doesn’t wait for one. She whirls around and closes the door behind her. Now I’m left with just me and my boner.

God, this is going to be one hell of a weekend. I wasn’t excited to be here, but now that I am, I can’t imagine ever going through life without meeting Kara.

These feelings are sudden and intense, and I’m not someone who gets knocked off his feet by a woman. Yet, that’s exactly what she did to me. And I can say I don’t mind at all.

With a deep breath, I step outside, the warm breeze brushing my face. Part of the reason I agreed to this was to clear my head. Life in the city could be suffocating. Add in my father’s expectations, and my stress levels were bordering on unhealthy.

Right now, though, I don’t think I can relax. Relaxing is the furthest thing from my mind.

“Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there,” Kara calls out from her glass balcony. Her eyes glint with mischief, the freckles across her cheeks more prominent.

“Hey. Long time no see.”

Her smile grows wider as she mouths, “Watch me.”

As if I can look away.

Kara shimmies out of her shorts, leaving her in a pair of bikinis. She moves the lounger so it faces me and lies down. Kara splays her leg and runs a manicured hand along her bare thigh, then the other.

My breath hitches, and my groin tightens. I don’t even notice I’ve switched places, so I can take a closer look.

With a dramatic flair, she unties the ribbon on one side of the bikini bottom and the other, the small fabric pooling under her pussy.

And what a fucking beautiful pussy. Pink and glistening.

Wait.

Is she wet for me? But I haven’t touched her yet. I haven’t even kissed her.

She touches her clit and runs a finger along her slit. Her back arches, and she bites on her bottom lip. I’m in a trance. I can’t move or do anything but watch.

When Kara slips a finger inside her pussy, a groan rumbles in my chest, and I palm my erection. I want to be inside her so bad that I ache. It’s almost painful, and I’m desperate for relief.

Kara plays with herself, slipping one finger and two and three while her other hand teases her sensitive button.

“Kevin, fuck.”

Again with my name on her tongue. I’m about to reach into my pants when her body trembles, and she lets out a stuttering gasp. By the time she’s back on earth, she lifts her heavy-lidded gaze to me and licks her fingers clean.

So fucking filthy, and I love it.

She stands, her pussy still bare and dripping, and props both elbows on the balcony railing, her eyes dropping to my hand on my cock. “You might want to hide that bad boy before Dad gets back.”