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backpack under your beach umbrella. And I figured I'd have time to fool around with you
    here, but I doubt I'd have time to fool around with you there." He pointed to her building.
    "Since we'd have to gather up our stuff and walk and wait for the elevator. I don’t want to rush that way with you, you know?"
    She sighed in understanding—but then he decided they should both turn it to their
    advantage. "Look at it this way," he told her, gazing into eyes made greener by the sun's reflection on the emerald waters. "By the time we get to have sex later, we'll both be so ready that we'll want to go all night."
    He saw her swallow visibly at the promise before she said, "Later? As in when?"
    "Go out to dinner with me. Over in the village. There's a place called Sharky's, right on the bay—totally casual, lots of fun." Then he remembered she was here on business.
    "And please don't tell me you have to work tonight."
    She bit her lip before a slow smile crept onto her face. "No, I don't have to work."
    His chest filled with warmth. "Then it's a date."
    After leaving the water, they spent more time together on the beach in between what
    turned out to be a series of business calls—none, unfortunately, relating to solving his problems, but more about day-to-day operations—and Brandon found he enjoyed her
    company even when sex wasn't on the table. Of course, he supposed it really was—just
    with more of a buildup than last night—but he liked just hanging out in the sun with her.
    He really liked putting on her sunscreen and he wasn't shy about touching every inch of her he could that way, even if it aggravated his hard-on. He loved how slick her skin
    looked in the afternoon sun. He liked watching her get a little tipsy and even sleepy as they sipped on umbrella drinks. When she drifted off, her mouth half open, he found
    himself simply studying her, thinking she appeared just as erotic to him—in a different
    way—than ever before. Because she looked just as gorgeous, but also vulnerable. Real.
    She was beautiful without being... too polished, too plastic, too perfect.
    When finally she revived and had tied a sexy little skirty thing around her hips and they prepared to part ways, he pulled her close, unable to help asking, "Did you get over your excitement in the water?"
    She looked like she was weighing her answer, finally saying, "I'm doing okay."
    "Liar," he said, grinning.
    A cute expression took over her face. "Fine. It's all I can think about. Did I fall asleep for a while? Because I think I even dreamed about it."
    He let out a low groan. "What did you dream exactly?"
    "Pretty much what almost happened. I was riding you in the water."
    His dick stiffened all over again, at the vision, and at knowing he'd even inspired her sun-soaked dreams. "Damn, bunny, that's hot." He ran his fingertips lightly, playfully, over the bare curves of her waist.
    "You want hot, buddy—you should've been there."
    He let out a low laugh and said, "Tease."
    "Only until tonight," she promised.
    "Don't come without me," he said.
    "Huh?" She looked up at him through puzzled eyes.
    Clearly the alcohol and sun had dulled her usually sharp mind. So he pulled back just
    slightly and cast his gaze right at the crux of her thighs. "Don't come without me," he said again.
    This time she smiled, and he saw a glimmer of lust return to her gaze. "Oh. Okay."
    He felt a grin sneak onto his face when he decided she wasn't taking this seriously
    enough. "I mean it. I want to make it happen. Promise me you'll wait."
    She nodded, still looking sleepy and playful. "I promise," she said.
    And I promise to make it well worth waiting for, he thought as he watched her walk away, her ass sashaying across the sand in a way that kept his eyes glued there until she was out of sight. He had some very naughty plans for his hot little beach bunny.

    I watched for White Bikini Babe today. I'm not sure why. Maybe I wanted to thank her.
    Or maybe I wanted to see if I