This time, when our bodies collide, I wrap my hand around his neck and bring his mouth down to mine. He lets me control the kiss for all of two seconds before he takes over, showing me what he’s capable of doing to me. He turns me around, pushes my body over the end of the couch, and slides inside. My toes scrape against the carpet with each of his thrusts, and my moans bounce off the walls. He grips one of my thighs and angles it to the side, so his thrusts hit me in a deeper, new position. My orgasm rips through me much quicker this time, and I scream. It leaves my throat feeling raw with how loud and uninhibited it is.
That doesn’t stop him, though. He pounds me into the couch, drilling into my pussy with his expert thrusts. My ass is raw from his bruising grip and the slaps along my skin, but I can’t stop pushing back, wanting more of him. With my hair wrapped around his fist, he tugs, arching my body in an uncomfortable position. He yanks on the strands, and then his hand slides between me and the couch to play with my clit. Flicking the hardened nub with the back of his fingernail sends electric bolts straight to my pussy.
I spasm around his thick girth, coming all over him. He doesn’t stop or slow, just keeps going until he comes inside me. When we slide apart, my body jolts in awareness when I realize we didn’t use a condom.
“Oh, God.”
“Shit,” he hisses at the same time I do. We share a look.
He looks torn between wanting to enjoy the afterglow of coming and being angry with himself and me for being so careless.
“I’m on the pill.”
The muscles in his face still don’t loosen. His eyes look calculating as if he’s trying to figure out if I’m lying to him or not. Being the CEO that he is, I’m sure he runs into plenty of women who lie about simple things like this just to try to keep a man like him in their lives, but I’d never do that. Bringing a child into this world isn’t something should be a mutual decision and never one-sided.
Another thought hastily strikes me, and my heart squeezes in a vise. “You don’t have any … any issues, do you?”
His lips thin. A grimace pulls taut across his features as though my question is a slap in the face. “I have a clean bill of health. I get checked frequently.”
I heave out a sigh of relief. “Same here. Well, not that frequently, but then again, I don’t have sex that often, so yeah …” I trail off, knowing I’m rambling. His expression seems to lighten, the dark aura dissipates, and he chuckles, shaking his head ever so slightly.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he remarks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The sentiment is so at odds with everything I’ve seen from Baz so far, and it warms my heart.
“Thank you,” I mumble, snapping my head down to avoid looking at him anymore. I don’t know who this girl is. The one who keeps blushing and ducking away from this man yet is a sexual deviant in his presence, willing to let him do whatever he pleases with me. It’s like the old Mackenzie has recklessly reappeared, and I don’t know how to make her go away.
He softly grips my chin between the pads of his fingers, and we lock eyes, our gazes clashing, blue to hazel, before he leans in and kisses me senseless. It takes me longer than it should to remember how to breathe. It shouldn’t be this hard to pull in deep breaths.
“Wait here,” he orders as he pulls away. Another command. And boy, does it leave a flutter in my belly. His long, well-endowed cock sways between his powerful, muscular thighs as he heads toward the bathroom. He acts as if he owns the suite, but I guess, in a sense, he does.
When he emerges, he has a warm, damp cloth. He uses it to clean between my legs and along my thighs before using it on himself. It’s a struggle to keep the expression on my face neutral. He certainly doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who would ever take such care after fucking me like an animal.
I start to hold my breath, waiting for the awkwardness to settle between us as he dresses. At least I’m in my suite. I’d need to hide under a rock if we were in his room, and I had to do the walk of shame.
“Any plans for the rest of the night?” he asks, and I flinch.
Any plans after you fucked me senseless? No, not really.
I shake my head, too afraid to use my voice at this point. When he’s all nice and put back together, he turns to me with a grin that gives me pause. “Care to accompany me for a swim?”
“Uh, what?”
He laughs. It’s husky and genuine, if the dimple that peeks out in his right cheek is any indication. “There’s a private pool and spa available at my leisure. No one else is allowed.”
My brows dip. “That’s nice?”
I say it more as a question, and he laughs. “I’m asking if you want to join me, Mackenzie.”
My mouth drops open. “Really?”
He smirks. “Yes.”
I can’t fight the smile that spreads across my face. “I’d love to.”
After swimming laps with Baz in his private pool, I realize he’s quite a good swimmer. Eeven injured, he makes me look like a fool in the water. His form is immaculate, the way his strong arms slice through the water looks incredible, and he’s fast as all hell. One of his arms is bandaged, and he seems to favor his left side to avoid irritating the arm that’s wrapped. Apparently, he took a nasty fall that scraped up most of his arm and elbow when he was out ATV-ing with his buddies.
When he told me he had his own private pool, this wasn’t what I was expecting. He literally has his own section of the resort marked off just for him with an Olympic-sized pool and a basketball court. It’s insane. It’s private. It’s his own little slice of paradise. And I am in complete awe of it all.
After gawking at his pool and him, I wade through the water, closing my eyes as the cool trickles smooth over my skin. When I close my eyes and pump my arms and legs, I see her. Madison. I don’t see her that often anymore. She used to pop in my head and stay there right after she passed. I used to hate it at first—it was agonizing—but after a while, I got used to it. And then, when more time passed, I looked forward to it. To seeing her. Hearing her. Even if it was just inside my head.
I’m swimming away from her when I hear her voice. It’s so real. So clear. It almost has me jumping out of my skin at the thought of her standing at the ledge of the pool, watching my interaction with Baz. There’s no doubt, if Madison were still alive, Baz would be the kind of guy she’d fall for. They’d have the life I’d always dreamed of having. She’d rub it in my face every chance she got, and I’d let her because that’s just what we did.
When Baz’s hands slide around my waist beneath the water, I let out a grateful sigh that I can freely push thoughts of Madison out of my head. We easily move from the pool to the Jacuzzi, where Baz proceeds to suck my nipples and fuck me in the water, making me forget what planet I’m on and why I’m here in California in the first place. Having sex in a semi-public place is a thrilling sensation when I can let go of my inhibitions and feel free.
Now, we’re resting around the glass and marble fire pit overlooking the twinkling lights of LA. Located up here on the cliff, his private sanctuary provides a majestic view of everything down below. It looks incredible.