Ben won’t let me leave the compound at all. In fact, he hardly lets me out of his sight. Their guns are everywhere in the house, and the worse part is, I’m beginning to get used to it. The boys are all getting along famously and talking about contingency plans, conspiracy theories, and what they’re going to do if something does go down. I honestly thought this would all be over by now.

Joshua nearly has the code cracked and can read parts of it, but not the entire thing. I think he must be really worried, because he’s calling us three times a day.

HQ has been in constant contact, but the two men in question have had their microchips removed, so we have no idea where they are. And I’m quite sure they don’t know where we are, either.

I lie on a towel on the ground as I sunbathe and read on my phone. Ethan and Matt are playing ball in the pool. I smile as I watch them. They are both hilarious, and so hot.

Abbie would give her left arm to be here with them. Jed is sitting with Ben and Brock on the deckchairs as they talk quietly amongst themselves about war stories or something boring. Jed is a lot like Brock and Ben: strong and quiet.

I was surprised when, this morning at breakfast, Brock offered the three of them jobs at his firm Marx Security, back home in Australia.

They were all really interested. I don’t know what will happen when their contracts with the army are up.

Every now and then I look up to see Ben watching me with hunger in his eyes. It’s as if he can barely keep his distance throughout the days.

We just want to be alone.

I pick up my coconut oil sunscreen and reapply it. I glance over and Ben is watching, transfixed. I smile sexily.

I know what he’s thinking. I know that look.

As if it’s too much, he gets up and walks into the house, and I smile to myself and lie back in the sun. Minutes later my phone vibrates with a text and I check it. It’s from Ben.

Put on more oil

I want to watch in private.

I smirk and glance up at the large window just in front of us. It’s double- sided glass, so I can’t see in at all. But he can see out clearly.

Our bed is on the other side of that glass.

I’m going to have a little fun with you.

I pour the oil onto my hand and smear across my stomach and up over my breasts. I take my time and rub it in, knowing he’s watching me.

Is he touching himself?

Arousal starts to pump between my legs at the thought of it. I put more oil into my hands and then rub it into my chest area, and underneath my bikini top. I glance at the other boys, who are all oblivious, carrying on with whatever they’re doing. I drizzle the oil down over my legs and slowly rub it into each one. I can feel Ben’s eyes on me, and it’s fucking turning me on.

My phone beeps a text.

Get in here

You have an appointment…

on my face.

I inhale sharply. I’m married to a fucking god. I stand and another text bounces through.

Bring the oil

My insides begin to melt. Oil means one thing and one thing only… and, God, I’ve been waiting for it. I pick up my towel and the oil and head inside.

I slowly open the bedroom door to find him on the bed, on his back, naked with nothing but an erection in his hand. Large towels are laid out across the sheets and pillows.

He has a plan.

“I had a two o’clock appointment,” I whisper.

His dark eyes hold mine, and he strokes his hard cock. “That’s right. Pants off. On my face.”

I look up to see our friends only feet away through the glass, unable to see us, and totally oblivious. It only amplifies the tension between us. This is so naughty.

It’s then I notice that the bed is pulled out slightly from the wall and I slip my bikini bottoms down. He holds out his hand and takes the oil from me, pouring some into his hand. He then taps the pillow next to his face.

“Put your knees here,” he commands.

I go to remove my top and he holds his hand up. “Leave it on.”

I realise that I’m playing out one of his fantasies right now. How many times has he imagined this?

I hold my breath as I walk over and put one knee of one side of his face and then the other on his other side.

“Lean over the headboard,” he whispers.

Holy shit, this is hot. I lean slightly forward and put my elbows onto the headboard. His breath quivers as he tries to control his desire, and he rubs oil into my behind and down over my back entrance. His hands slide up my back and down around my breasts, underneath my top.

Tags: T.L. Swan Romance
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