Chapter 19
Oliver looked at me with concern. "Are you sure you don't want to come to Fox Island with me?"
I shook my head, smiling softly. "No. I'll stay right here on the beach waiting for you."
It was now the third week of June, and our home on Fox Island was finally completed. Part of me wanted to go with Oliver, but I had decided against it. In five weeks, I would see the place for myself.
"The beach?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"I might as well work on my tan while you're gone," I replied, trying to lighten the mood.
"You can work on your tan at the hotel."
"But I want to lie on the sand," I whined, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
He was concerned that the man from the street might have followed us down to St. Croix. He wanted me to stay where I could be easily protected and safe. Our suite had a patio with a small lap pool, perfect for cooling off after sunbathing. But I preferred the beach.
Oliver sighed as he tucked in his ivory polo shirt. "Take Brenda and Raquel."
Raquel was the new agent Vlad had brought on board. She was tall and blonde, with a striking appearance that could easily pass for a model rather than a security agent. Despite her looks, she was well-trained with a second-degree black belt in karate and impressive shooting skills. She had a friendly demeanor, often calling me by my first name when Oliver wasn't around.
"I plan to. It'll be a girl's day at the beach," I assured him.
Oliver frowned. "They're not your friends, they're your security."
"Should I have them wear their full clothes and gun holsters?" I teased.
"That won't be necessary. The point is for them to blend in," Oliver replied seriously.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Duh, obviously."
"You're feisty this morning, and dare I say, a little rude," he remarked.
"That's what happens when I go without sex," I retorted playfully.
"I'm sorry if I had a headache. I'll make it up to you when I get back this afternoon."
"Why not now?" I suggested with a mischievous grin.
"Because I have an appointment with Charles. I'm sure he doesn't want to be on Fox Island any longer than he has to."
"You're Oliver Fox. Isn't that what you always tell me?" I teased, enjoying the banter.
I opened my Louis Vuitton suitcase, searching for my favorite light blue bikini. As I dropped my pink robe to the floor, exposing my body, I heard Oliver stifle a groan with a cough. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on athletic socks, but his eyes never left me.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“I can be fast.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Maybe I don’t want fast. Maybe I want slow.”
“Maybe you don’t get it at all.”
“Asshole,” I mumbled.
“Get on your knees on the bed before I change my mind.”
I stood there defiantly with my arms crossed over my naked breasts. Oliver stood up and opened his shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers. He was hard and ready. I was ready too because I’d been wet since I woke up an hour ago.
“Ryleigh?” he questioned.
I stared at his cock as he stroked it with his fist. The throbbing between my legs was getting to be almost unbearable and I gave in, getting all fours at the edge of the bed. He gave my bare cheek a slap and ran his penis through my folds, teasing me.
“When are you going to learn that I always win?”
“Never and you don’t always win.”
“Don’t I?” Oliver asked.
Before I could answer, Oliver thrust inside me which made me gasp and bite my lip.
He chuckled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear your answer.”
“Fuck you,” I hissed.
“I think it’s more like I’m fucking you.”
Oliver curled his hands around my hips and began pounding me. This one was going to be quick because my orgasm was building at an enormous rate.
“Slower,” I begged.
“I said this had to be quick,” he grunted.
It didn’t matter, a few more strokes and I clenched my walls against him, falling apart as I found my release. My body weakened and the only thing holding me up was Oliver as he hammered into me.
“Fuck, I love this tight pussy,” he moaned.
He kept moving, battering my tender walls until he groaned and spilled into me, filling me with his semen. He pulled out and I sank to the bed which is where he found me after he came back from the bathroom.
“I need a nap,” I mumbled into the duvet cover.
“You don’t need a nap. You just slept for several hours.”
“You exhaust me.”
I felt the bed dip as Oliver sat down on the edge of it to plant kisses on my bare back.
“Come on sweetheart, get up,” he prodded.
“Why?” I asked.
“Don’t you want to eat breakfast together?”
“I thought you had to go.”
“I texted Charles and said I was delayed.”
“Before or after?”
“After. He’ll wait because he knows I have a nice fat bonus for him.”
I pushed myself up and Oliver got off the bed so I could stand.
“Mmm, Belgian waffles. I love these with Nutella,” I said.
“I know. Why do you think I ordered them?”
“I didn’t see Nutella on the menu.”
“I’m…”
I cut him off. “I know, Oliver Fox. Do you ever get sick of saying that?”
“Not at all because it’s true. I worked hard to get where I am and I might as well enjoy my status.”
“Arrogant asshole,” I said under my breath.
Oliver looked up from his mushroom omelet. “Excuse me?”
“Like you didn’t know what I said.”
“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, when you stop acting like one.”
“Then never.” He reached out and stroked my bare arm. After I got up from bed, I took a quick shower to clean myself, keeping my hair dry. I was now dressed in the blue bikini I pulled out of my suitcase before we made love. I finished a waffle, took a few sips of coffee and pushed back from the table.
“I’m full and ready for the beach.”
“I should only be a couple of hours. Charles made some modifications to the employee quarters, and I need to check those also.”
“What modifications?”
“He added an outdoor shower and a patio with a grill outside the sliding glass door. Just because they’re employees doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be comfortable.”
I nodded. “That was nice of you.”
“I try.”
He stood up, tipped my head with two fingers on my chin and gave me a coffee flavored kiss.
“Remember, stay with Brenda and Raquel.”
I crossed my arms. “What do you think I’m going to do? Run and get ice cream from the Good Humor man?”
“No. I mean if you want to use the restroom or go swimming.”
“Stop worrying. I know the drill.”
“They should be here in a few minutes. Do you want me to wait?”
“No. You can go. I’ll be fine. Don’t keep Vlad waiting.”
“Fine. Be careful and don’t forget sunscreen.”
He planted another kiss on my lips before he slipped on a white baseball cap and his sunglasses.