Player in Paradise by Rebecca Lewis

dehydrated.”
    I take it from his hands. A sip of water has never tasted so good before.
    He scratches his head and leans his body into the sink’s marble countertop. “I’ve never seen you drunk before. It was actually kind of funny.”
    I playfully slap his chest. “Shut up.”
    He grabs my hand and keeps my fingertips on his skin. “I’m glad you didn’t stay with that sketchy hotel dude last night.”
    He continues to guide my hand slowly down his chest. I swallow hard and look up. “He’s not sketchy. And nothing happened.”
    He grins as if he already knows that I only have eyes for him. “Good.”
    He intertwines his fingers with mine and pulls my hand forcefully so that my body falls into his. I’m paralyzed by his gaze as he searches my face for a response. My lips turn up and before I know it, he’s hoisting me up on top of the cold slab of marble between the double sinks. His mouth urgently finds mine and our tongues dance together.
    He pulls away after a few seconds. “You brushed your teeth, didn’t you?” 
    “Maybe,” I say coyly.
    “Cheater.” His nose scrunches up as he says the word like it’s incredibly scandalous.
    I laugh and bring his face back to mine.
    “Cheaters get punished,” he whispers.
    I inhale sharply. Punished? My body tingles in anticipation. “Is that so?”
    “And, you already have a prior offense - you went out last night without me.” He pouts. He really is dramatic.
    My legs dangle over the edge of the c ounter and he spreads them just far enough apart to fit himself in between.
    “You’ve been a very… bad…girl.” His tone sends a chill up my spine.
    Tossing my hair off my neck, he plants soft kisses on the tender skin beneath. He stops just above my collar bone and sucks harder. The affectionate kissing turns devious as he bites down.
    I grasp for his hair as the burst of pain courses through me, but he forces my hands back down to the counter and keeps them locked in place. I moan softly as the ache dissipates and turns into a warm tingle. I want to grind my body into his, but he keeps a small space between us.
    He unlatches himself from my neck and leans back with his arms crossed over his hard chest. “So, have yo u learned your lesson yet?”
    I want to leap from the sink and jump his bones, crashing our bodies to the ground, but I stay put and shake my head from side to side. “No.”
    “Oh boss lady, you’re naughtier than I thought,” he growls, rushing back and landing between my legs again. His force crushes me against the mirror behind us, and he swiftly unhooks my bra with one hand while the other caresses my lower abdomen.
    “I fucking love these breasts,” he murmurs before taking one in his mouth.
    I squeeze my legs around his waist, wanting every inch of him to be as close to me as possible. The lingering scent of last night’s cologne mixed with sweat intoxicates me as I breathe him in deeply.
    My fingernails dig into his shoulders a s he bites down on my nipple hard. I hold my breath to keep from screaming. Closing my eyes, I relish the feeling of his teeth scraping against the sensitive area. I’m startled as he tugs my panties aside and slowly glides in one finger to explore me further. I want to cry out, but his mouth engulfs with me a devouring kiss.
    I break away, panting, and stare into his determined eyes.
    “I need you,” I whisper, sliding off the counter quickly and kneeling down in front of him. Tearing the boxers off his hips, I immediately grab on and take him in my mouth. He exhales loudly, placing one hand on my head while the other grabs the marble countertop to keep himself steady.
    I close my eyes and advance myself deeper onto him. A low, guttural sound escapes his lips and I know I’m doing something right.
    “Olivia,” he whispers between heavy breaths. “I’m the one that needs you.”
    He slowly eases me off and picks me up, carrying me quickly to the unmade bed. Slamming my body down into the