Making Waves (2 page)

We had to find a way to seduce our customer base, or my days as CEO were sure to be numbered.
And considering it was my late father’s company, I couldn’t risk letting that happen. I had to get my head on straight--beautiful, curvy model driving me wild or not.

I ran my hands over my face and into my hair, trying to push my thoughts away and focus on the moment. We were set up in a lush patch of tropical foliage on my property, by a small spr
ing running out of the rocks and tumbling onto the sandy ground. It was one o’clock, and the heat of the day was oppressive. My linen shirt stuck to me, and even in khaki shorts, I longed to be inside under one of my ceiling fans with a cool drink.

“I’m ready…”

Aolani’s voice reached me, sounding nervous but determined. I turned around and suddenly, all thoughts of retreating inside were gone. She stood in a tiny olive string bikini, her smooth skin glowing from the humidity. Her hair was damp, the long tresses curling into unruly waves. She looked like a goddess. Like she belonged here, amid this tropical beauty, both her and the land naturally dazzling.

I cleared my throat. “Brilliant. Are we all set? Lights? Everything?”

Sandra and Stephen nodded from behind the flash umbrellas. “We’re all set,” she said.

Thomas
gave him the thumbs up from behind his tripod. “If you’ll come on over, Aolani, let’s get some shots in and see how we do.”

Aolani took a deep breath, app
arently steeling her nerves. I knew she was afraid, but in that moment, all I could think about was the swell of her cleavage as her lungs expanded, the trickle of sweat rolling between her breasts. I wanted to lick it off.

I put my hands in my pockets and clandestinely adj
usted myself. The last thing this project needed was a lecherous boss leering at the talent.

“Do what feels natural,” Thomas encouraged from behind the camera.

Aolani moved in front of the lens, and for a moment, I cringed, watching the anxiety in her eyes. She didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands, fidgeting with them in front of her body. Then, just as Thomas opened his mouth to say something, she closed her eyes. For one infinitesimal moment, she closed all of us out, going deep within herself.

And then, in th
e blink of an eye, she was back, her face a mask of calm.

She nodded to Thomas and dropped down to the ground. She sat with her feet tucked under that shapely
arse of hers, resting her hands coyly on her thighs. Then, she arched her back, pushing her breasts forward like a pin up girl. She tossed her hair and smiled shyly. My mouth went dry.

The camera clicked away, flashes bursting.

“Yes! Yes, that’s great,” Thomas said. “Very nice.

Aolani shifted, trying different angles, sweeping her hair over one shoulder, then tilting her head back and smiling like she was having the time of her life, and this was all just second nature.
God, she was breathtaking.

Where was the scared
girl who was here just moments ago?

This woman was still such a mystery to me. I thought of the night we’d made love in my cabin… of how vulnerable she’d been and how deeply, deeply sad. That is, until she
let her guard down and gave me her trust. She trusted what I saw in her, and let me love her. Let me hold her and touch her, worship her body as it deserved to be worshipped.

She was both fearful and fearless, soft and brave and…

My mind went suddenly blank as Aolani eased herself belly-down into the wet muddy sand, laying down, supported on her elbows. She crossed her legs in the air behind her, and gave the camera a look that said “You wish you could fuck me, but you couldn’t afford it.”

Her lids were half closed, but the energy in her eyes was electric. Her cleavage pressed into the mud, h
er heavy breasts flecked with dirt, shining with tropical heat.

My balls ached, and I wished I could sneak away and take care of myself, or even better, fire them all and have her then and there, making her scream
out until the palm trees shook.

I grunted, and Stephen raised an eyebrow at me. I faked a cough and smiled back.

Nothing to see here. Just your boss trying to hide the biggest erection of his life. No big deal at all. Carry on, everyone!

I bit my tongue, trying to regain control. I’m sure my face was reddening, watching her as she posed, running a hand through her hair, her long neck exposed, begging to be kissed
, her curvy bum sticking up in the air, begging for me to rub my hands across it… or maybe my cock.

Fuck! I had to
get myself under control before I embarrassed the both of us.

“Aolani,” Sandra said. “Want to come take a look at what we’ve got so far?” She grinned down at her, and Aolani’s face lit up. “I know you’ve got experience, so we’d love your take.”

Aolani stood up, muddy trails trickling down her stomach onto her bikini bottom, the droplets working their way down her smooth thighs. She jogged over to Sandra and Thomas, and bent over them, murmuring as they showed her the digital images.

“Gavin?” she called.

“Mm?” I tried to look casual, as if the whole affair bored me, rather than the less-than-savory truth.

“The whole point of this campaign is sort of… well… decadence, right? ‘Live beautifully’ is your way
of saying ‘live luxuriously”… I mean, with lust and passion and all that jazz, right?”

Her cheeks colored a little as she spoke, but her gaze was steady, her smile firm.
Confident. Professional.

I cleared my throat again. This woman saw right through me. Knew what I wanted in ways even I couldn’t express to my own team.

“Precisely,” I said.

“Then, would you mind if we tried something
a little different?”

“Please,” I said, gesturing toward the camera.

She turned back to the crew, and spoke lowly to Thomas. He nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

“That’s awesome,” Stephen said, his voice awed.

“You’re brave, girlie,” Sandra said, and snorted a laugh.

“Let’s do this
before I change my mind,” Aolani said, and moved back before the camera.

Sweat sprang out on my brow, and I wiped it quickly
away with my forearm.

Aolani prostrated herself in the mud again, this time rolling a bit from side to side, to make sure a bit of sandy wetness crept up the globes of her breasts, and the luscious curve of her hips. Then, she reached back, and untied the string
s that held her bikini top in place. She covered herself with the arm closest to the camera, cupping her full breasts, now spilling over, then brought one string to her mouth and nibbled the end, grinning wickedly, her hair tangling into wild curls cascading down her naked back.

I whimpered.

Thomas gave another thumbs up and began clicking away.
Snap. Snap. Snap.

His vo
ice saying “Yeah! Perfect,” every two seconds was starting to fray my last nerve. I’d give my left bollock to get rid of them all, and damn the bloody campaign. This was torture, pure and simple.

“Have we got it?” My voice was a guttural
croak, my hands covered in sweat where I’d been clenching them into fists.

“Yeah, boss,”
Thomas said, grinning at me. “This gal here is brilliant. That was the one, for sure.”

“Then, let’
s wrap up for the day,” I said. My short nails dug into my palms. “Great work, everyone!”

The
crew members nodded and started chatting, milling about among the equipment. Aolani cupped her top to her chest and sat up, smiling at some comment from Sandra, but I couldn’t hear. All I wanted to hear was the sound of the equipment cases snapping closed, and their footsteps pounding away into the distance.

“Aolani,” I said. “May I have a private word?”

She nodded, then looked around her, presumably for a robe. She’d come without it, and I could see the realization dawning on her. Her eyes went wide, and she pursed her lips.

“Mm hmm. Sure. No problem.”

“See you for dinner, guys,” Thomas shouted.

He and the ot
hers were packed up and wandering back to the house. I waved back.

Bloody finally.

I took Aolani by the arm and led her further into the underbrush, away from the prying eyes of the mansion. When we were finally alone, I turned to her, and by the sly way she smiled, I knew she could see the lust burning in my eyes.

“Take the suit off
,” I growled.

I had to take her, to possess her, here and now. My cock jumped at the thought, and I bit back a groan.

Aolani didn’t speak. Didn’t protest. Didn’t say yes.

Her arm fell, her bikini top dropping from thos
e perfect breasts all the communication I needed. I reached forward and yanked roughly on the bow at her hip, then the other, before tearing the olive fabric away and tossing it into the mud.

She trembled naked before me, but it wasn’t fear that made her shake. Her eyes mirrored mine—the bald, animalistic need in them
a reflection of my own fevered thoughts.

I pulled my shirt over my head, and her hands were on me, her fingernails scraping over my
pecs and abs. I grabbed her plump, round arse and lifted her up, grinding against her as I growled my impatience in her ear. Her legs went around my waist, her arms gripping my shoulders hard, and I dropped to my knees, throwing her onto her back beneath me in the mud.

Her hands went between us, guiding me out, gripping my stiffness in a way that made me groan.

“Aolani…” I said through gritted teeth.

I hunched over her, pressing her thighs back, and in one swift motion, thrust into her up to the hilt. Sh
e gasped beneath me, those soft lips parted, urging me onward. I captured her mouth as I pulled out and thrust again, loving the way she opened beneath me, submitting to me, her body gripping me as I let myself go in her arms.

Everything was sweat and heat, the coolness of the mud on my knees and forearms, the softness of her body, her breasts crushed against my chest. The sound of her panting breaths filled my ears, along with the slap of skin on skin, the bite of her nails on my back, the delicious ache in my balls as I gave in to my
blistering need.

My tongue matched the rhythm of our bodies, gliding over hers, mimicking our lovemaking as I pumped deep inside of her. She tasted sweet, like tropical fruit, and I suckled on her bottom lip, making her moan.
She reached down and squeezed my backside, pulling me into her, needing me, needing more.

I picked up the pace, fuckin
g her like a wild man, holding her waist in my grip until her back arched. I sat up, pulling her hips to meet me, grunting as I gave her all I had, pumping in and out again and again. Her breasts moved with the rhythm of our rutting, mesmerizing in the sparkling dots of light filtering through the trees.

She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, and I knew she must be close.
I reached between us and thumbed her most sensitive spot, flicking her clit again and again until she bit her lip, her eyes scrunching closed beneath me. I pinched it hard, and felt her tighten around me. She cried out, her voice a breathy moan, and I felt her contract around me, milking my cock, begging for my release to match her own.

I gripped her hips hard and pumped once then again,
then slammed home, groaning at the feel of her. My cock twitched and I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, and then I was cumming with her, spilling inside of her as she convulsed around me, still riding out the last tremors of her orgasm.

I lowered her back down, gently, still inside of her, basking in the warmth of her body, and leaned down to kiss those lips once more. I knew the crew was waiting inside—that this was far from appropriate behavior on my part—but for now, I wanted to shove that all aside and just be content, losing myself here with her for just a few moments more.

She moaned softly against my mouth, then smiled, her eyelids heavy and sensual.

“You’re amazing,” I said, smoothing her hair back from her face.

She squeezed my bum again. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I gave her another thrust, and she squealed,
then laughed as I grinned down at her.

“See what you do to me? I’m not a man when I’m around you, Aolani. I’m a
crazed beast.”

I leaned down and bit her on the neck, growling. She held me close, half screeching, half laughing, wrapping her legs around me, keeping me near. I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair, my hands exploring her soft skin, trying not to think about the long, muddy walk back to the house.

Trying not to think about my life, my memories always threatening to break the surface—nothing other than this. This singular moment, breathing together in the mud, alone with her in the jungle.

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