Rhett
After the endless afternoon meeting, my first order of business was deciding there would never be another. Fuck, what a mindless waste of an afternoon. After Chloe had slipped out, looking far too sweet and edible to be real, there had been little to hold my attention as people asked the same question in a hundred different ways. I got it. They were asking if their jobs would be safe, something I couldn’t answer yet. What I would ensure, however, was keeping as many employees as possible and providing exceedingly generous packages to those who were laid off.
After the meeting, I headed straight for the pool area. I had to see Chloe. All night, I’d lain awake, hard and aching, tormented by thoughts of her. I had it bad. She was a sudden and immediate poison that had infected me at first sight and worked its way into my blood. I was starting to worry I wouldn’t be able to get her out, even once I had her.
No. Once will never be enough with this woman.
I stuffed down the part of my brain already obsessed with Chloe and looked for her around the pool. She wasn’t there, but someone else was sitting on the lifeguard perch. The damn meeting had gone on so long, she was probably on her break.
“Where’s Chloe?” I asked the other lifeguard.
He blinked at me gormlessly before registering who I was. He sat up straighter and tried to look more professional. “She stepped into the cabana for sunblock. She was getting red,” he said, pissing me off with those last words.
“Red, was she? Were you looking?” I heard myself ask.
The guy blinked at me, trying to guess the direction of my thoughts before shaking his head wildly. “No, of course not. I’d never. She said so.”
“Good. Keep it that way. Don’t look. Don’t touch, and we’ll get on fine,” I said before stalking toward the cabana.
Shit. I was losing it. The new owner immediately seduces the barely legal lifeguard. That wasn’t good optics, but I didn’t give a shit. Let people talk. I had more money than I could spend in my lifetime. I could give this country club away to someone and no longer be the owner. I could give it to Chloe if she wanted it and wouldn’t take it the wrong way.
I knocked lightly on the sliding door of the cabana and slid it open.
“Geez, Chris! Give me a chance after you knock. What if I was naked?” Chloe’s voice rang out at me, scolding and painfully hot.
I stepped inside and slid the door closed behind me. Driven by an instinct I didn’t want to examine too carefully, I turned the small latch closed, locking us in. Chloe was standing in front of her locker, long white streaks of sunblock running up her bare, tanned legs. Her hands were covered, and she’d clearly been in the middle of applying it. Her ass in the tiny red suit destroyed me. I kept my eyes on her face through an iron-like will I hadn’t known I possessed until this moment.
“So, this time, you are applying sunblock?” My voice was gravelly and low as hell. I felt like a hungry beast standing across from her, wanting her badly. All other thoughts fled my brain.
She slowly straightened, leaving the sunblock in bold white stripes on her legs. “It’s hot,” she said slowly.
Her voice was throaty and low. I knew if I hooked a finger into the material gathered between her legs, it would be wet with her want. I took a step toward her, and her eyes widened.
“Need a hand?” I heard myself offer. It was wild and inappropriate, and I couldn’t care less. All that mattered was Chloe agreeing to let me touch her. Cross the line with me, darling.
Her lips parted, words forming on them, and my entire future was balanced on her response. Her lip curled in a teasing grin. “Sure, if you think you can handle it. There’s a lot of ground to cover.”
I stalked to her side like a tiger about to take down its greatest kill.
She held up her hands, covered in white. “What about this?”
“Wipe it on yourself.” It sounded more like a filthy command than a suggestion, which was fine. It was a command.
Chloe bit her lip as she did what I asked, wiping off the excess cream on her long arms.
I watched her, thinking I would die if I stopped. I picked up the bottle of sunblock, squeezed a generous amount between my large palms, and rubbed them together. I noticed how huge and black Chloe’s pupils were as I sank slowly to my knees.
Her chest rose and fell quickly as I brought my hands to her hot flesh. She had legs for days. I touched her smooth, soft skin and started to massage in the cream.
Chloe stumbled a little and reached out to grip my shoulders for balance. My face was so close to her pussy, only concealed from my hungry eyes by that damn strip of red material. I wanted to lean my head between her firm thighs and breathe her in.
I rubbed up and down her legs, even after the white was all gone and only oiled acres of skin remained. I worked my way from her ankles to her knees and higher. As I reached her thighs, Chloe touched my hair. I looked up at her.
She was breathing fast, her eyes wide and nearly black with desire. “What now?” Her voice was throaty as hell.
“Turn around.” I found myself holding my breath to see if she would comply.
She did. She turned and presented her round bubble peach of an ass for my hands, and I could have died a happy man right then. I poured more sunblock on my hands and rubbed them together to warm them before laying my palms on the fleshy globes of her behind.