I stand in front of the mirror and laugh. Oh yeah…it’s way too small. Perfect!
I climb back up the stairs and watch as Owen catches a peek down my front. Does he think I didn’t notice that double take? He may have sunglasses on, but that doesn’t hide that little twitch his head did as he took a second glance.
First round to me.
But I’m in this for the long haul. As much as I want to use my body for a quick knockout punch I know this fight is going the distance, and it’s going to take a lot of stamina to win.
I laugh at the boxing analogy. I’m already thinking like him. He was a Golden Gloves champion in his younger days. It’s easy to see why.
He’s wearing a pair of shorts with a five or six inch inseam. He looks like a real man, not like a boy in surf trunks that go down well past his knees. They’re a khaki color and look a lot like those old school military issue ones, not that I ever spent any time on Google images staring at pictures of guys wearing them.
He surely had military training. I would guess Navy SEAL or maybe Marines. He’d never tell me, even though I’ve asked what seems like thousands of times already.
He’s got on a navy blue T-shirt, and I’m going to do everything I can to get it off.
“Surfboards ready?” I ask.
“How do you expect to go surfing in that?” he asks. His body is still, but I know his eyes are moving up and down my body.
“What do mean? We’re at the beach. What do you want me to wear, a business suit?”
“Well for starters maybe a rash guard so you don’t scratch up your…those…so you don’t get a rash.”
I love that he’s getting flustered, and he’s not the only one. My horniness is rising like the waves near our boat and I want him to ride me all the way in.
“I won’t get a rash. I’ll be fine. Let’s go,” I say. I grab a surfboard.
“Have you ever even tried surfing before?” he asks.
“No. It’s perfect that way. I don’t have any bad habits so when you teach me I’ll be a great student.”
“Who said I know anything about surfing?”
“You used to surf when you were in San Diego, right?”
“Nice try,” he says.
I’m still hoping to find out if he was at Coronado with the SEALs or maybe Miramar with the Marines.
“Can you surf then?” I ask.
“Some, but I’m not a professional or anything.” Just when I think he might be considering it he catches himself. “But I need to stay and watch the boat anyways.”
“What a whale’s going to come and steal it?”
“It could drift away.”
“I saw you lower the anchor.”
“Two anchors,” he says. “We need to stay safe and that’s why I’m here…to make sure nothing happens to you.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me, unless of course…”
“Why me, lord?”
I laugh.
“Okay then. I know you’re going to see how much fun I’m having and then you’ll jump in and join me.”
“I’ll be fine right here.”
“Well are you at least going to get a tan? A farmer’s tan is definitely not a good look.”
“I’ll get plenty of sun. Thank you.”
Round two to Owen.
I grab the board and try and maneuver across the deck.
“Let me help you,” he says. He takes the giant surfboard like it’s a twig, grabbing it by the side rail with only his finger on one hand. The thing must be nine feet long. The length doesn’t seem to bother him, and I know his length wouldn’t bother me one bit. Not…at…all.
“It’s easier If I toss it in and then you just swim to it,” he says.
“Are you going to toss it in fast or slow,” I ask.
“Fast or slow?” He suddenly catches my joke and through the tint of his sunglasses I seem him roll his eyes just before he tosses my board overboard. And then suddenly he laughs, just a little. It’s not even a full laugh, but even better it turns into a smirk and I’m caught staring.
“It’s going to float away if you don’t go after it,” he says.
“I’ll go after it. And I’ll get it,” I say.
I turn and jump overboard going for the biggest cannonball splash I can.
When I come up I see that I’ve got him. His shirt is wet.
“Just go,” he says as he motions with the back of his hand to leave.
I swim toward my board for a few strokes then turn back just in time to see him lifting that shirt up and over his head.
I feel my nipples harden at both the sight of it and the freshness of the ocean.
“Now you’re ready!” I say as he finishes removing his shirt. I doggie paddle in place just staring at him.
I turn to swim toward my board and a fin passes right in front of me.
I panic immediately.
“Shark!” I yell.
CHAPTER 3
Owen
“Stay calm. I’m coming,” I yell as I grab a spear gun from the rack.
I take three steps to my right and dive off the side of the boat entering the water as smoothly as possible. I don’t want to splash or appear erratic, it would be like pouring gasoline on the fire.
I swim straight toward Mila and wrap my left arm around her waist.
“Quick kicking. Relax. I’ve got you,” I say.
I can feel her heartbeat pounding as I swim in a controlled manner towards the surfboard. I keep an eye on the fin and watch as it’s soon joined by another.
I swim us over to the board and I can tell Mila’s hyperventilating so bad that anything could happen at this point. She grabs for the side of the board and frantically pulls herself on top. She’s moving in such an uncontrolled and sporadic way that the board almost tips. I stead it and soon she’s on top. She tucks her hands under her body and she trembles in fear.
I take a deep breath and drop under the water’s surface. I spot the sharks immediately, but more importantly they spot me. I point the spear gun right at them as I swim over to the surfboard leash, grabbing it just a foot from where it meets the board. I slowly start swimming backwards toward the boat, moving my head slowly to make sure nothing creeps up behind on me.
The two shards watch closely, but they’re not circling…then I find out why. I spot a third shark underneath the boat and stare right at him. He has to know that I know he’s here and that I’m not afraid.
I take a closer look at the shark.
It’s not a white shark. It’s not a bull shark. It’s not a tiger shark.
That eliminates the three sharks most likely to attack a human, but that doesn’t mean we’re out of the woods yet.
I backpedaling underwater towards the boat, slowly alternating my head front and back.
When I learned drownproofing I never thought I would implement it like this. But even with drownproofing I need air at some point, and that point is now.
I swim up to the water’s surface and tip back my head only allowing the top of my face to come out of the water as I take a quick breath of air. My head rotates forward and I continue to stare down the sharks.
Just as we arrive at the boat I feel the board move frantically and Mila falls off. Shit! She saw the finish line and got too excited. She’s kicking and splashing, only drawing the gigantic fish closer.
I move closer to Mila, using my shoulders as a ladder as I feel her grab the side and pull herself up. I keep the spear gun pointed into the water as I rotate my body and carefully slide back into the boat.
Mila is an absolute mess.
“Away from the edge,” I say. She doesn’t hear a single word of it.
I grab her by the hand and lead her away from the side just as one of the sharks breech the water’s surface and its powerful jaw unhinges allowing it to open even wider before crashing down on the board splitting it in half.
“Oh my god!” she says as she grabs me tightly.
I feel my pulse p
ick up speed, but most of it’s not due to the flight or fight response. I’m used to that. Protecting diplomats in war zones, trekking through muddy jungle swamps, and protecting the U.S. president have trained me for moments like these.
But nothing prepared me for the feel of her body pressed onto mine. The feeling of knowing that I’m her hero and was able to save her in a moment just like this. That primal instinct of survival is quickly replaced by the desire to reproduce.
All the cells in my body were almost lost forever, never to be passed down to the next generation. Now that they’ve survived they need to take the opportunity to do just that, because they’ve seen how near the end is. It sounds crazy, but it’s biology and it can’t be stopped.
I turn my head toward her and suddenly we both dive face first right into each other as we kiss violently and passionately.
CHAPTER 4
Mila
Terror turns to lust as I feel Owen’s mouth crash into mine.
Seconds ago I felt like I was about to die, and I would have without him.
They say you feel most alive right after you are faced with near death. Truer words were never spoken.
Everything about my being is heightened. My sense of touch as his hands grab my body. My sense of smell as the scent of the sea is replace with his pheromones. My sense of sight as the blinding reflections off the ocean are gone. All I see are the vividly clear muscles and look of lust on Owen. My sense of sound as he exhales as he can’t kiss me fast enough. And the taste of him. There is ocean water on his lips mixed with his natural flavor. The combination is intoxicating.
I feel the back of his hand on my bikini as he reaches for the knot and pulls causing it to come undone immediately.
My breasts fall and he grabs the front, spinning it around my neck, getting it out of the way of my chest so his face can dive in immediately.
He takes my breast in his mouth, sucking my nipple. He pulls back and I hear a popping sound from the void before his mouth quickly engulfs the other.
He leans into me even more causing me to fall back. It should hurt but it doesn’t. Adrenaline is shooting through me and him too as he’s immediately on top of me.
He grabs his trunks and yanks them down.
Before I have a chance to take in the sight of him he’s already got his thick fingers wrapped around the sides of my bikini and is pulling it down to mid thigh.
I reach for his dick, but he’s too fast. He takes it in his hand and brings it to my opening.
He rubs it up and then down, feeling my juices…feeling how wet I already am as he sucks my tits again.
I’m so so ready and he doesn’t make me wait a second longer as I feel his rod enter me, opening me up causing my back to side along the deck as it arches toward the crystal clear skies, but I don’t see them. My eyes are closed or more like fully rolled back in my head as I experience the depths of pleasure which I’ve longed for for years.
Owen inside me, giving me exactly what I want.
I feel his hips slam into me and my body slide backwards. I reach down trying to steady myself, but it’s no use. I’m driven back again before I feel his hands grab me by the hips and pull me towards him just so he can slam deeper into me again.
It’s raw. It’s primal. It’s perfect.
My right arm begins to spasm and I feel like part of my awareness has left my body as he continues driving deep into me on the deck. Suddenly my mind comes back to the present as I feel myself begin to cum harder than I ever have before. I open my eyes only to see my juices squirting every which way as the man I’ve always wanted, on top of me underneath the bright Hawaiian sun.
“Fuck!” he yells as he drives forward one more time, stopping, and then pulling my hips into his even closer putting his dick as deep inside me as it can possibly go.
I feel his warm load enter me and I feel complete bliss as I relax. A calming sensation overcomes me.
A second eruption explodes and my butt rises. I feel his grip loosen and then my ass comes crashing on the deck and his body onto mine.
I’m probably bruised, battered, and covered in scratches. I probably look like hell but I feel like heaven.
Each of the last ten minutes were like none I’ve ever experienced before, nor will I likely ever again. Each seemed to draw upon the other, only raising the bar and heightening the experience.
And now he lays here spent breathing heavily.
I’d given up hope on taming the wild beast of a man I’d always wanted and now he laid on top of me completely conquered.
I’d gotten what I’d wanted but strangely enough now I wanted even more. It’s nearly impossible for the real thing to live up to the hype, but did he ever.
And when you desire something so much once you get it you’re often let down. Not so.
All I know now is that a moment like this can never happen again, partly by definition and partly because we’re unlikely to be circled by prehistoric human-devouring fish again. But I also know there’s nothing else I want to do than to spend the rest of my life trying to top it.
It’s almost a foregone conclusion and a losing battle that I won’t but it’s a challenge I want like no other and am ready to take.
The question is, is he?
CHAPTER 5
Owen
Back at our rental Mila showers off while I figure out just what the hell happened out there today.
I let my guard down, both personally and professionally.
Professionally I broke the number one rule. Never cross the line with a client. She’s so much more than that, but still…rules are not meant to be bent nor broken in this industry. I shattered them with my actions out there today.
And worse yet now that I’ve had a taste of her I want more. I feel like I’m the shark now and I’ve smelled blood. I want to go in for the kill and take this girl down. Make her mine. It’s not logical. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing happens that fast, especially not with me.
I’m careful. I’m calculated. I never let my emotions get the best of me.
Until today.
I couldn’t fight it. I had to have her then and there.
And when I lifted myself off her and stood over her looking down at her on the deck, knowing everything I had to give was inside her…damn, nothing could ever be that fucking sexy.
She was sprawled out like a hot mess. My hot mess. The hurricane that I am which came in and caused complete destruction of her body, mind, and any chance of having another guy ever.
Or me another woman. Fuck! What am I thinking? This isn’t right. It can’t be like this.
I’m here today, gone tomorrow. It’s what I am. It’s what I do.
She doesn’t even exist for Pete’s sake. She’s about as off the books as they come. Illegitimate child of the sitting U.S. president? I want no part of that…but I want every part of her.
This is a complete wreck and we’ve only just started. I knew I should have walked away from this assignment. Career be damned.
And speaking of career I also slipped out there today professionally.
That area is supposed to be secure. There are no sharks there. How in the hell did they show up?
I had no clue until I took her GoPro and attached it to a stick. I had moved it around under the water’s surface only to see someone had been chumming. There are none of those shark cage dive trips in the area. Who in the hell would be chumming? No one even fishes there. This made absolutely no sense. Not only that the tides were true today. Nothing would have been pulled in that direction. Whatever it was had to start there.
A few boats had passed by, but nothing suspicious. Nothing that looked like a fishing boat.
We should have just went to Waikiki like every other tourist on the island that’s not here to surf the North Shore.
I hear the floorboard creak and turn to see her naked as the day she was born coming down the hallway towards me. Damn, she looks fine as a motherfucker.
I catch myself and tur
n my head back forward, staring at the coffee table. In a choice between looking at her and anything else on the planet she wins every time, hands down.
But not now. I can’t do this. It’s wrong on so many levels, not to mention I’m still pissed off at her dad’s immature bullshit. Getting fired for something I did is one thing. Getting fired for something I didn’t, and not getting a chance to defend myself is another. Not to mention he was cowardly for doing it.
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