Sighs and grunts get louder.
That’s when I hear the voice behind me that comes out of nowhere, sending my heart thudding.
“Would you like company?”
25
KATURA
I tense atthe sound of the voice I recognize.
Archer.
My heart starts thudding a hundred beats a second.
“Enjoying yourself?” His low seductive voice gets closer, and I feel him halting behind me.
“Not yet.” I smile. My eyes are on the couple in the gazebo, but my mind is focused on every sound behind me.
I am about to turn around, but Archer’s hands on my waist stop me.
He isrightbehind me. Like a shadow.
His cologne fills my nostrils. His touch makes my body pulsate with anticipation. He presses closer to me, keeping me in place.
“Shhh.” His voice is like a caress. “We don’t want to interrupt the entertainment, do we?”
His scent is like an aphrodisiac. No one wears cologne on the Eastside. The Westside is different.Heis different. A true alpha who knows what he wants, the pure male energy that is hard to resist.
This encounter with him is different.
“Did you enjoy watching me up in the window, kitten?” he says in that husky voice that goes straight to my clit.
How would he know that? I swallow hard.
“I have cameras all around my villa,” he whispers. “You are a nosy pretty thing, huh?”
Asshole.
I don’t like being caught. Let alone being made a fool. Though I have to admit that seeing Mr. Chancellor’s dick or his o-face would be a delicious entertainment in this otherwise boring tropical paradise.
“I am an adrenalin-junkie,” I confess in a low voice before I think twice. “And this island is lacking so far.” I try to sound calm, though my heart is jumping out of my chest. “Except for this place right now.”
I am throwing a compliment to test the waters.
I am aware of his every little move, and my pussy is very aware that we are having this conversation as the girl in the gazebo finally unzips the guy, makes an obvious movement of putting his dick between her legs, and sinks into him with a loud moan.
The guy grunts.
Their sounds make my every cell stand on edge.
I wish they were naked. I wish I was somewhere where I could get off on the view. I am not a voyeur, per se, but I enjoy watching beautiful people have good sex, which in Thailand wasn’t a rarity in places I hung out as a teenager.
And then there is Archer.
His hands are on my waist, and my body likes it.
Too much, in fact.