The Boss Assignment (Rogue Protectors Book 3) Victoria Paige (top 100 novels of all time TXT) 📖

“Come with me somewhere,” he said huskily.

“Where?” she whispered.

His attention went past her shoulder again. “A place where I can make you mine.”

17

The “where” was a cave.

One of the rock formations on the left side of the hotel had a hidden lagoon.

After grabbing the towels from his bodyguards, Antonio told them to get back to the hut and leave him and Charly alone. There was no question what their boss had in mind, and all Charly could do was follow Antonio like he was the pied piper, gripping his hand tightly as her bare feet navigated the rocks. Her skin was on fire, their attraction to each other at a smoking point. She could taste his need from the energy he was giving off.

Something between them snapped into place. And with Antonio’s hurried footsteps, it appeared he couldn’t wait to finish what he started last night.

The entrance was big enough for them to slip in single file, the rocks were smooth, the jagged edges probably dulled from their repeated clash with salt water.

“There’s light in the water,” Charly breathed when they got to the opening between the rocks that made up the little cavern and the tiny pool.

“That’s the reflection from the sun,” Antonio said. “That’s why it’s good to come here at this time of the day.”

He dropped her hand and laid the towel on the smooth rocks. He began to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. He pulled his undershirt over his head. She hadn’t fully taken in his amazing torso and the ridges of muscles, when his fingers went to his buckle.

Charly’s eyes widened. “Whoa there, cowboy. Are you just going to get naked and ravish me? What happened to foreplay?”

He smirked and dropped his trousers and her eyes bulged further. Not only that, when did this man have the time to work out? There was not an ounce of fat on him, and he certainly didn’t have chicken legs. His thighs were just as perfectly honed as his abs.

And if that was his erection, she was in trouble.

“Please tell me there’s a sock under there.”

Antonio barked with laughter. “Sorry, gatinha, it’s the real thing.” But he turned away from her as he bared his ass and Charly couldn’t decide which part of his anatomy was her favorite.

But the bastard was a tease and when he discarded the last article of clothing, he dove into the water.

Breaking the surface soon after, he was like a dark-haired god rising from the lagoon, and one who could give Neptune a run for his kingdom. Antonio waded in front of her until he was waist deep and pointed to where he dove. “That part is around eight feet, but as you can see, I can stand here. Can you swim? And why are you still wearing clothes?”

“Sorry. I was entranced by your blatant display of your assets.” Charly pulled the beach dress over her head and tossed it among the mounting pile of clothes. Still, she hesitated. When did she become this wanton woman? The water was clear, and she could see the depth. This side of the pool sloped in. She dipped her toes.

“Come on,” Antonio urged. “Jump in.”

Said the spider to the fly. This was crazy. She didn’t recognize herself and this reckless abandonment with what she was about to do. She could blame this on a case of Stockholm syndrome, except she was acutely aware what he wanted from her. She also knew enough about Antonio that she wasn’t falling into bed with a viper.

Just a man with more baggage than she had.

It was … refreshing.

He moved closer and the triangle of hair leading to more interesting parts of his anatomy became visible. In fact, if she wasn’t mistaken, that was the tip of his cock sticking up just under the surface of the water.

“I thought cold water was supposed to give you shrinkage issues.”

“Not if there’s a woman who makes my blood hot. Come here.”

That last statement was a command and made her already wet before she dipped her toe into the water.

She waded in until she was an arms-length from him and then …

His hand shot out and yanked her into him. She slammed into his chest. His erection pressed against her belly.

“See how much you turn me on,” he snarled against her mouth. His fingers were buried in her hair, framing her skull and tilted her chin up.

“What are you going to do about it?” She was breathless, her heart pulsing in her throat.

“Ah, gatinha, I love how you challenge me.” He nipped her jaw and his mouth went by her ear. “I also love the way you torture me until I’m about to lose my mind.” His fingers tightened in her hair. “Because that means I can torture you right back.” And Charly could have come right then and there.

His lips crashed into hers and she clung to his shoulders. His hands left her hair and dug into her bottom and they drifted further from the edge of the pool. Clashing teeth. Dueling tongues. Their kissing intensified, grew more frantic as if they couldn’t wait to get inside each other, do everything to each other in the amount of time they had. His cock was rock hard, deliciously positioned between the apex of her thighs where she rode it as they floated away. His grunts were feral and pained. They spiraled against each other with abandon. Her mound was pulsing so hard, she was ready to come when she lost the friction from his cock, and he tore his mouth away.

His eyes gleamed feral. “Time for your torture.”

They had drifted to the deep end of the pool. Was he going to push her head down and make her suck his cock? Her thighs clenched at the erotic image.

Before Charly could orient herself, he boosted her up on the rocky edge of the water and yanked the bottom of her bikini off before spreading her thighs.

She was