Cesar looked around. “Is your stuff safe here?”
Maya had been worried about the same thing, not for her diving equipment, but for the other devices she was hiding.
“I was thinking about installing an alarm.”
“Good idea. I’ll take care of it.” He pushed the bottle against the back of his neck. “Let’s go. I feel dehydrated. The only thing I hate more than water is too much sun.”
She shot him a grin. “Sorry.”
She scribbled a notice to say the center was closed, stuck it on the door, and locked up.
Back at the condo, Frida was lounging on a deckchair in a white bikini. The woman seemed too much of a workaholic to ever take a break. Her hair was twisted over one shoulder and her body glistened with oil that smelled like coconut. She pushed her over-sized sunglasses up when Maya and Cesar approached.
“Relaxing?” Cesar asked.
“Tim gave me the day off to rest.”
After last night, they all needed some time off.
Maya turned to Cesar. “Now that my ass is safely back home, why don’t you get some sleep?”
He shrugged. “I don’t need that much.”
“How touching,” Frida said. “As if she cared.”
“Cut it out, Frida,” Cesar said.
Ignoring her, Maya walked back into the house. Tim was still in his study. He didn’t come down for lunch or dinner. It was late when Maya finally decided enough bullshit and knocked on his door.
“Come in.”
Tim looked up and offered her a smile as she approached his desk. There were dark circles under his eyes.
“You’re exhausted,” she said. “Why don’t you take a break?”
“I will, after I’ve finished some important business.”
“You missed lunch and dinner.”
“Frida made me a snack.”
She stiffened. The thought of the efficient secretary looking after Tim’s needs was a sharp little pebble in her shoe. Even though she couldn’t ignore that the work he was so busy with was immoral, she couldn’t stand seeing him like this. Whatever his reasons were for working with Ilano, he wasn’t bad to his core. She had a desperate urge to justify him, to find excuses for his actions.
Right in the middle of her thoughts, a wave of untimely lust hit her. Her body was suddenly drawn to him. Her need was hard and fierce. It demanded release in a primitive kind of way. Nothing slow or soft. What she wanted was his hands digging into her flesh, his cock pounding into her, and his teeth clamping down on her skin.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his smile tired.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to fuck you.”
“Who says that’s how I’m looking at you?”
His expression shifted. Heat accumulated in his eyes, turning them hungry as they ran over her body. The tight skin over his cheekbones that was pale only a second ago darkened with need.
He got to his feet slowly and rounded his desk. “Are you denying that you want me to give you so much pleasure it borders on pain?”
How could he possibly know that if he couldn’t read her mind?
“I can smell your need, woman.” He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “My woman, and I have no intention of ever denying you your needs.”
He pushed her away from him, just a little rough. “Lock the door.”
Her lower body clenched in anticipation. Sparks ignited in her core, setting her on fire.
Gripping her hair, he kissed so her hard her lips felt bruised when he let her go.
“Do as I say,” he said.
She walked to the door and locked it. Then she turned back to face him, waiting for his next request.
“Take off your clothes.”
She’d never taken orders from a man in the bedroom. Tim telling her what to do turned her on so much she was ready to come on his command. He seemed to know exactly what she needed, taking charge when she wanted him to.
“Now, Maya.”
She wiggled out of her clothes, leaving them at her feet. He pressed the tip of his tongue on the sharp tip of his incisor as his gaze roamed over her naked body. She turned even wetter than what she already was. She wanted his teeth on her again.
“I’m not going to bite you,” he said, reading her mind again. “It’s too soon.”
It felt as if there were more to his words, but she was swept away by her desire. She wanted, no needed, to be taken and owned by this man. Not able to wait longer, she moved to him, hooked her fingers into his belt, and yanked him to her body. She wanted to feel his hardness, if he needed her as much as she needed him.
He allowed her to rub her hand down between their bodies and stroke his hard-on through his pants while he already fucked her senseless with his eyes. Holding his gaze, she unfastened his pants, pulled down the zipper, and freed his erection. She only touched his cock briefly, running her hand over the large head, smearing the pre-cum that leaked from the slit in her palm, before she sat down on the edge of his desk and spread her legs wide.