I couldn’t stay away.
All day I thought about Jax — his hard body pressed against me, the taste of salt on his tongue, the thick outline of his c**k against my stomach. My p***y stayed wet from morning until night. I skipped dinner at the resort restaurant and spent extra time getting ready. I wore a short yellow sundress with nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. Just smooth, bare skin.
At 8:30 p.m. I walked back to the same stretch of beach. The moon was bright, the waves gentle. My heart pounded harder with every step.
He was already there.
Jax stood near the water with a large blanket spread on the sand and a bottle of rum in his hand. Shirtless again, wearing only loose board shorts. The moonlight made his tanned muscles glow. When he saw me, that dangerous smile appeared.
“You
