Seaside Seduction by Sabrina Devonshire

you’re comfortable and that you rest.”
    Contentment welled up inside of me as I watched Selena nestle deeper into the down pillows, her lovely dark hair splayed out in all directions. She blinked, once briefly and then for longer. Her eyelids drooped shut and all the tension released from her face.
    Her smooth tanned skin was beautiful; I longed to skim my hand over her delicate cheekbones that slanted in toward her rosy Cupid’s bow lips. I’d experienced a lot of adrenaline rushes from business successes, but couldn’t recall ever feeling any emotion as powerful as this before. I wasn’t thinking about tackling a problem or rushing to a meeting, every electrical impulse in my mind was blissfully absorbed in studying her face and wishing that this moment would never end. I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Having you here is good for me.”
    The nasal snore I got in response indicated she hadn’t heard me. It’s just as well. I looked at her one last time, before striding back to the living room.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    I paced the living room floor trying to gain perspective on my situation. Why does everyone think a relationship would be good for me? So I work most of the time. Doesn’t everyone who owns a company? Selena had been a pleasant distraction from my usual furious work pace. But it was more than that. When most people stepped out of the room, they weren’t in my thoughts. But Selena had sunk deep into my consciousness. The more I tried not to think of her, the more I heard her melodic laugh, saw those entrancing eyes, and fantasized about taking her on an edgy motorcycle ride where she’d press her breasts into my back and grip my midsection so tightly, she’d leave nail marks.
    She’s sleeping now. Get back to work. I dropped into my chair and clicked on the email icon on my computer screen. A long list of emails dropped into my inbox. I answered them one by one, grappling to maintain my focus.
    An image of Selena wet in that yellow bikini popped into my mind. Every minute she looked to me as a protector, imagined that I was a gentleman with her best interests in mind, I’d wondered what her voluptuous body would look like with every stitch of fabric removed.
    I recalled how soft and sensuous her lips had felt under mine when I’d resuscitated her. I imagined her lying on a blanket in the sand; her lips willingly open to mine. Our kisses would quickly advance from gentle to hungry and desperate. I’d taste her lips, memorize their shape with my mouth and tongue and then explore the inside of her mouth until she groaned, aching for my hard member to breach her slit. I’d savor every minute. I’d nibble on the nape of her neck, her earlobe, and trace my tongue over the line of her collarbone. I’d peel off her dress and cup her supple white breasts in my hands. I’d skim my hand over her nipples until they hardened into pert peaks and then I’d taste them. No contour of her voluptuous physique would be missed; I’d explore every delicious inch of her with my fingertips, then with my tongue and lips, touching, tasting, smelling. I imagined my fingers sliding inside the warm wet cave between her thighs.
    My cock hardened at the thought, aching with want. I rose from my chair and walked into my bedroom. Imagining myself perched over her opened thighs, sliding myself inch by inch into her tight opening, I yanked off my pants and gripped my shaft, pumping it up and down. I closed my mind and imagined her moan of ecstasy, the toss of her head, the lusty golden glitter in her eyes and her parted lips as we moved together, soaring toward a pinnacle of delight.
    A spurt of relief restored my equilibrium. I showered, imagining what it would be like to hold her in my arms after we made love, to feel the tickle of her hair and her warm breath on my chest, to feel her heartbeat. That fantasy floated through my mind like a cloud as I returned to my desk.
    But Selena’s situation is too uncertain, my