Hot Maui Nights

4

TATE

You know how you know you’re staying at a five-star, top-notch resort? The concierge desk can make anything happen.

I am already scheduled to be out of the office next week. And I’m already booked at this resort’s sister location in Oahu starting Sunday night. While most of our employees will head back to Colorado, I’ll be flying to the next island, and now I won’t be going alone. I’m smart enough to know one night with Sariah will not be enough for me. Nor will it be enough to convince her we belong together, and that our working relationship has nothing to do with our personal one. If I have to kidnap Sariah, so be it, but she is taking off the week, she is going to Oahu with me, and she will be under me at least fifty percent of the time. Maybe more.

Most people in the office take the following week off, and have their own little mini vacation with their spouses, so her calling out of work won’t raise any eyebrows. I’ll remind her of that tonight when she attempts to object to my plan.

I’m running late. After the snorkeling cruise, I got together with the rest of the senior staff to discuss the positives and negatives of the retreat before going our separate ways for the next week. I nod a goodbye to Braedon, who has been completely distracted all day. If I didn’t have my own shit going on, I’d definitely be up in his business, and although he knows about me and Sariah in Toledo, I don’t see any reason to stress him out with the current story.

Frankly, I’ve already made a fool of myself once by pining over a woman who wouldn’t have anything to do with me. I see no reason to admit that again until it’s a done deal.

Fuck, why am I thinking this way? Failure is not an option. Sariah will be mine. Even if I have to tie her to my bed and pleasure her until she no longer denies it. We fit together perfectly. Not just sexually, although that is off the charts exquisite, but our personalities, our senses of humor, and the things that we want for our futures. She’s smart, educated, and driven. So am I. Together we’ll be a powerhouse. She’s snarky and mischievous. She likes to have fun, and makes sure others are having fun, too, all while getting the job done.

On our flight to Toledo, we talked a lot about what she liked about the firm and what she would like to see changed. We talked about what she envisioned for her team, and what kind of environment she wanted to set up for them. I loved everything she had to say. She wants to take care of her people and believes that fostering a fun and nurturing workplace will spark innovation and turn us into the Number One marketing firm in the country.

I completely agree.

I glance at my watch as I exit the elevator. I have fifteen minutes to get ready before she arrives. Or before I hunt her ass down. One way or another.

Inside my room, catering is setting dinner up in the dining area.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” A pretty little thing smiles up at me, and I faintly remember her from the luau and dinner the night before. She’s flirty and pretty, but barking up the wrong tree. My mind is focused on one woman and one woman only, and has been for the last three months. No one has turned my head since that night, which has made for a lot of lonely evenings.

“I’m pretty sure this will do.” I signed the slip, entering a nice big tip on it, and escort her out of my room, shutting the door behind them.

I shuck off my clothes and shove them in the closet before grabbing my toothbrush and giving my face a quick shave. Then I hop in the shower to wash the sunscreen and ocean water from my skin, my dick at half-mast in expectation of what’s coming if she shows up.

Whenshe shows up—otherwise, I’m not sure I can stop myself from following through with my threat, and that would be the end of a lot more than my career.

I rub soap over my body, fisting myself and contemplating rubbing one out before she gets here. It wouldn’t take but a minute. I’ve been worked up since seeing her on the boat. Man, I wanted nothing more than to push her into the bathroom and take her again, and it took everything within me to not act on my urges.

Actually, I’ve been aching to go again since last night. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never been such a controlling dick before, but she loved it, and I have to admit I did, too. Before I realize it, I’m stroking myself to the memory of her tight, wet cunt as I pounded into her, and within minutes, I’m shooting hot ropes of cum down the shower drain.

Fuck, this woman—she has me acting like a twenty-something young buck—young, dumb, and yeah… not exactly full of cum at the moment.

I rinse off and step out of the shower, drying off and wrapping a fresh towel around my waist. My watch is in the living room, so I’m not sure how much time I lost fantasizing about Sariah in the shower. I walk through the bedroom to find her sitting at the dining table, a glass of red wine in her hand.

She smiles, her gaze traveling up and down my body.

I chuckle. “You didn’t feel the need to call my bluff, huh?”

“Oh no. I know you would come find me.”

“And bend you over in front of our coworkers?”

She narrows her eyes. “That too.”

I let my gaze travel over her, taking in her halter dress that hoists and frames her breasts gloriously, as well as hides the possessive mark I left on her last night. There’s a long slit up the side, which falls open when she crosses her legs, showcasing tan skin and a pair of sexy stiletto heels. Her dark hair is down in loose waves, and her perfect pouty lips have a thin shiny layer of gloss on them. As usual, she’s bare—too beautiful to bother with makeup. Looking at her, a tinge of jealousy rushes through me, and I wonder if she would have worn this for anyone other than me. Specifically, that prick Dave from sales. “You look beautiful.”

“Do I?” Her eyes move lower on my body, and it’s like she’s eye-fucking me from across the room. “You look pretty scrumptious yourself.”

I strike a pose, modeling the hotel towel wrapped around my waist. “Do you like it? It’s designer—fall line.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “I can’t believe we’re here again.”

“How do you mean?”

“Eating dinner, drinking wine, flirting and laughing in a hotel room.”

“We could’ve been doing this at my house, but you made that impossible.”

The smile drops from her face. “It’s still impossible. You have to know that.”

I ignore her. Instead, I grab the glass of wine she graciously poured me, and gulp half of it down before setting it back on the table. “I should get dressed.”

She licks her lips. “That seems like a waste of time.”

My voice drops an octave as I think about my plan for the next week. “We have more time than you think. Are you hungry?”

“Ravenous, actually.”