Jock Blocked: A Billionaires on the Beach

Maddie beamed up at me when I held out the small bottle of shampoo. As she reached for it, I palmed it and moved it out of her reach. “May I?”

She looked surprised, but then she nodded. I poured some into my hand. The shampoo smelled like citrus. Soon, Maddie would too.

“Turn around,” I told her. She did so instantly, putting her palms on the wooden wall in front of her. She leaned her head back, and the stream of water hit her in the chest and then poured straight down the front of her swimsuit, like an erotic waterfall. That was all it took for my cock to swell again—her following my command and then waiting there like she expected me to frisk her. I sure as hell wished I could do that—or more.

But that wasn’t what she needed right now. I rubbed the shampoo between my palms and then spread it down her chestnut hair. It was amazing how much longer it looked now that it was wet. The amount of shampoo I had didn’t even coat half of it, so I got more.

She moaned as I began working my fingers deeper into her hair. I rubbed the pads of my fingertips across her head, massaging as I went. Maddie’s back arched and her eyes were closed.

She was in such a perfect fucking position.

A perfect position for fucking, that is.

I had to be careful to keep my hips away from her as I moved around, working the shampoo onto all of her hair. I wasn’t sure how she’d react if she felt the very obvious evidence of what she was doing to me.

“Ready to rinse?” I said, more gruffly than I meant to.

Maddie sighed. “I guess we can’t do this all day, but it feels amazing. You’re very good with your hands.”

She had no fucking idea what I could do with my hands. I wanted so damn badly to show her.

I stepped back as she turned around. She smiled up at me as she plunged her hands into her hair, lifting it and finger-combing it as the water cascaded down on her.

Shit, was she always so effortlessly hot? Every movement, every stretch tugged her bathing suit in interesting directions. It took quite an effort to keep my eyes on her face, or her hair, or hell, even on the ocean. Anywhere but on that luscious body.

When she was done, I reached past her to turn off the water. It wasn’t a calculated move, but I ended up with my face inches from hers. Giving into temptation, I moved closer and inhaled deeply. “Your hair smells like orange blossoms.”

“I love the smell of orange blossoms.”

“Me too.” My hand gripped the top of the wooden wall as I leaned over her. Maddie didn’t move as I neared her. Her eyes were on mine… and then they were on my lips.

That was all it took for me to close the distance between us. I snaked my free hand around her waist as I dipped my head. I breathed in deeply when I was an inch from her. It wasn’t just her hair that smelled nice.

I pulled her to me as my lips met hers. Her eyes closed a second before mine did. She stretched up on her toes, pressing her breasts into my bare chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Without conscious thought, I scooped her up and pushed her against the wall. Her legs hooked around me. When she rolled her hips, grinding against my swim trunks, I knew she could feel every inch of my erection.

I ravished her mouth as I pressed her against the wooden wall. The way she moved drove me crazy. She shifted her hips up and down, each movement tormenting my rock-hard cock. And the way her gorgeous breasts smashed against my chest made me wish I could snap my fingers and make her swimsuit melt away.

Too bad I didn’t have that kind of power.

Maddie groaned as I lifted her higher to get a better angle to kiss her. But then she yelped and I pulled my mouth away. “Are you okay?” I asked, still grinding my raging erection against her.

“Mm,” she said. “Yes, I just scraped my back on the handle for the shower.”

“Sorry,” I murmured, eager to resume kissing her. She turned her head, giving me access to her neck, but she was no longer writhing against me.

“Brock.” Her voice was quiet but steady. “Put me down.”

I stepped back as I did so, not wanting her to scrape her back again. My heart rate was elevated, and she was still breathing heavily—but it wasn’t me she was looking at.

“I think there’s someone in that hot tub over there. On the far side of the pool with the swim-up bar.”

Shit. Trying not to be obvious about it, I peered in that direction. It was a little hard to tell with the late afternoon shadows, but I was pretty sure she was right.