Chapter 1o
“Michael, we are not doing this here in front of the people on the beach,” Ambra protested as Michael wrapped her legs around him and bobbed up and down in the clear blue waters of the ocean.
She was silenced when she felt him pull her bikini bottom to the side, and in one fell swoop he was embedded inside of her.
“You will need to be quiet in order to not draw attention to us.” He smirked, knowing how hard it was for her not to scream out loud when she was being pleasured by him.
She shook her head and smiled down at the cheeky bastard before she bit her lip as he moved in and out of her while the water pushed them up and down.
He had one hand on her hip to support her, and the other was now moving over her stomach and making its way to its target, gathering one of her breasts into his hand. Her breasts and ass seemed to always be on Michael’s radar, and she wasn’t going to lie to herself—she also liked that he found her heavy breasts beautiful and that he loved how her ass was shaped. She worked hard to have it look that way.
He laid his jaw against her shoulder, and she closed her eyes as her pussy caressed and held him inside of her, protesting when he withdrew and rejoicing when he reentered her. She shivered. The feeling of his heated skin against her sensitive walls was driving her insane, and she wrapped her legs tighter around him. That night when Michael had made sweet love to her in the guest house, they realized he hadn’t put on a condom. After that, they decided to continue without protection, as Ambra was on birth control. Not using a condom had taken their lovemaking to a whole new level.
Ambra loved his cock because of its strength and girth that brought her so much pleasure. He was the perfect size for her, and she loved taking it into her mouth and sucking him dry, his sperm emptying out into her mouth.
He began to tweak her peak and then moved his mouth over hers to silence her, as a moan was working its way up her throat, and there was a handful of people on the beach. They were far enough away not to see too clearly what they were doing; they just looked like a couple enfolded in each other arms, floating in the water and kissing. But if they heard her moan, they would know that more than that was going on.
They had decided to take an early morning dip to start their day before heading out, and then they would come back later in the afternoon for another dip. Michael had developed a gorgeous tan that emphasized his silver eyes and dark hair. Ambra noticed a lot of women staring at him lustily, and she would have been jealous of them, except Michael didn’t notice them at all. He only had eyes for her and was always holding her around the waist or by the hand. He was staking his claim for anyone to see, and it made her feel special and good.
As he was doing now in the water; claiming her again and making her his with a pinch of her nipple and repeated quick thrusts inside of her. Michael swallowed up both her scream and his groans as they came in the water together.
He then released her lips and placed a scattering of kisses on her shoulders. He chuckled when he felt another tremor run through her as she came again when he pulled out.
“Going to miss this.” She sighed as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.
“Yeah, it’s almost time for us to go back, but it is not over yet. We still have today and tomorrow.”
“Yes, I should check my phone now. I have been distracted by someone and haven’t checked in.” She grinned and gave him a kiss on his jaw.
“One more day won’t hurt; let’s just enjoy the here and now.” His tone sounded off. She lifted her head and looked at Michael.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, nothing that can’t wait until we are home,” he said, giving her a small smile and then leaning in to give her a quick kiss to distract her. It did and had them sinking into each other’s touch again.
“There are children here. Get a room if you want to take this further,” they heard a woman’s voice say, and both turned to see a woman holding on to her son, who was trying to swim closer to them.
“Good idea, because after fucking her just now, I think we need a round two on dry land, don’t you think so sweetie?”
Ambra grimaced and then glared at him as he began to carry her towards the shore, past the outraged, gaping mom who now was covering her son’s ears.
“Michael!” she admonished him while trying not to laugh. The woman’s face was priceless—shocked and envious at the same time.
“Daddy is clearly not doing a good job of keeping his wife happy,” Michael muttered. She grinned at hearing him echo her thoughts.
“What? That kid doesn’t know anything about sex yet. She dragged him closer to us because she wanted a front-row seat.” He shrugged.
Ambra tried to put her legs down when they got closer to shore, but Michael wasn’t having it and carried her like that all the way back to their spot on the beach. She admired the way he was able to carry her around effortlessly. She was not a small woman, yet he never seemed to mind picking her up and carrying her around like he was doing today. She felt feminine and dainty when he did that.
He grabbed the towels and began to dry her off.
“What are we doing today and later tonight?” he asked.
They had been going around and exploring Barbados and enjoying the food and drinks the island had to offer.
“I thought, what better way to end our trip here than going to the Stade’s rum tour and trying the rums there. We can have lunch there before taking a catamaran out in the afternoon. I rented one so we can go see the turtles and have some drinks,” she commented.
He nodded and gathered up their stuff to take back to the house.
She felt a twinge of guilt because originally, she was supposed to do this with Coco, but right now, Coco was busy dealing with her ex Colin. He had not given back the shares as promised. Instead, he was now getting his own revenge and was using the shares against her. That was one of the reasons Ambra wanted to go home in a hurry. She remembered her brief conversation with Coco when she finally called to warn her that Michael was on his way.
“You picked a real SOB to tangle with, Ambra. But a man in love will do crazy shit,” Coco had said.
“He’s not—”
“Uh huh. Even I saw the sparks at Zahara’s wedding.”
“Coco, he is not in love with me. The Brooks family is just wired a little differently than most, and I know they can be bastards—”
“Hold on a sec.” She heard heels hit what sounded like marble flooring and the creak of a door. Then she heard, “Oh hell no. What do you think you are doing?” Coco sounded furious.
“Moving my things in,” Ambra heard a familiar masculine voice say.
“You and that thing you call a chair can go back out to the dumpster where you belong.”
“My shares in your company says otherwise,” she heard Colin gloat.
“I—hey, don’t come any closer. Girl, hurry up and come back. I am going to need someone to bail me out of jail.” She heard a click as Coco hung up, then turned and marched back to the room she had left Michael in to scowl angrily at the cause of the problem Coco was now facing. He was about to sip his drink but paused, trying to look innocent.
“What?”
“You—”
He grinned. “How is Coco doing? Colin becoming a thorn in her side? Just like she was in mine.”
“Yes, and we should go back early to fix this.”
“No. One more day of her dealing with Colin won’t kill her.”
Ambra raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. Michael put down the drink and gave her that look that was meant to make her melt at his feet.
“And besides, he will give them back shortly. He says he just needs them as leverage to get her to agree to something.”
“You spoke to him?” Ambra asked.
“Yes, as promised. I told him to give her back the shares or else.”
“Or else, hmm.”
“Yes.”
“Well, your ability to threaten looks like it is weakening, because from what I heard on the phone, he is not about to do that.”
Michael frowned. “Okay, I will go and see him personally and entice him to give them up, I just need to do some more digging on him.”
Ambra threw her hands in the air, and Michael being Michael made use of that move to gather her up and take her mind off Coco and Colin for the rest of the night.
But waking up this morning, she felt that something was wrong. She decided to go and get her phone to call Coco before they went out for their swim, but Michael coming out in his black swim trunks had her forgetting what she was about to do.
He was so handsome with his dark hair, silver eyes, tanned complexion, and his tall and muscular physique. When he was happy, mischievous, or having fun, his silver eyes sparkled, making his features light up and soften. And he always smelled so damn good from the musky cologne that he bathed his skin in. The way he was attentive to her and all her needs and made sure she wanted for nothing and pampered her, she sometimes needed to pinch herself. Their time together in Barbados had truly brought them closer to each other.
The chalet had kickstarted their path towards each other, and the island had solidified that connection. It wasn’t just the sex between them—they enjoyed each other’s company. This was more than just friendship. Yes, they joked around and chatted about what they did in their past lives as friends, but there was an awareness between them that also made them see each other in a new light.
Ambra found herself developing stronger feelings for Michael, and she was beginning to realize that he did too. She was so happy and now dreaded them having to go back to reality, which could burst the bubble between them. But she missed her family, and both Michael and her had their careers and families to get back to.
Her thoughts were interrupted. “Catamaran sounds like fun. I have yet to be on one.”
“Me too. A first for both of us.”
He pulled her close “A first for both of us as a couple.”
“A couple,” she whispered.
“Yes. You know that’s what we are. I don’t want to be with anyone but you, and you’d better not want anyone else but me,” he mocked threateningly.
She smiled. “You know better.”
He leaned forward and whispered against her lips as she parted them for him. “Happy about that?”
“Yes.”
“Enough to forgive me for bullying Coco and all the other—”
“No.” She leaned in as if to kiss the disgruntled expression off his face but swerved away and then took off running when he began to chase her.