The Bikini Diaries by Lacey Alexander, cey Alexander Page B

least the wanting to be bad. Maybe something about a girl wanting to be bad was even hotter than the true bad girl. A girl who wanted to be bad had to let go of herself, had to let loose her inhibitions, had to reach deep down inside to find a new, dirty part of herself and release it.
    When they reached his building, he led her quickly inside and onto an elevator. Alone
    there, he couldn't help pulling her into his arms and making out with her as the elevator rose. Shit, if it was possible, the tongue kisses they exchanged made him even harder. "I want you so damn bad," he murmured in her ear, caressing the side of her breast.
    "I can't wait to let you have me," she purred back.
    Oh yeah, he liked the bad.
    As they stepped into his penthouse, though, the mood changed, slowed down. Hell. He
    supposed he should have expected it when her eyes went wide. "Wow, nice place," she said, taking it all in.
    Maybe he should have warned her. But how do you say, Prepare yourself I happen to be pretty faking rich and I live in a show-place? Just one of many reasons he seldom brought women back here—but with her, he hadn't thought twice about it.
    "Thanks," he said.
    She turned to give him a teasing smile. "Do you work for the mafia?"
    A short laugh escaped him. "I thought we were leaving work out of this."
    "We were, but this"—she motioned around her at the lavish furnishings in the open layout condo—"this bears some explanation, don't you think? How does a guy go from
    putting out beach umbrellas in the summer to living here?"
    He tilted his head, quirked a grin. "Let's just say I've... made fortunate choices."
    She lowered her chin derisively at his vagueness. "Yes, I'm sure the mafia pays well."
    He chuckled again, then moved on. 'If you really want to see the best part of this place, come here." With that, he headed toward the doors that led onto the balcony.
    During the day, you could look up and down the beach through the row of picture
    windows lining the seaward side of the penthouse, but at night, they only admitted
    darkness and to really see anything, you had to go outside. When Wendy stepped through
    the door, he placed an instinctive hand on her ass, following her out.
    "Holy crap," she murmured as they approached the railing. "This is amazing. And...
    mmm, the breeze feels great."
    Brandon smiled at her bluntness and closed his arms around her from behind. He leaned
    in to her, letting the salty sea air soak into him, as well. "Believe it or not," he said near her ear, "as much as I like this place, this is the main reason I live here. This view."
    "I bet in the daytime you can see forever."
    He nodded, cheek to cheek with her, his hands splayed, one across her hip, the other
    caressing her breast. "It always makes me feel... somehow both big and small at once.
    Like there's this huge, beautiful world out there, too big to ever really be fully explored or fully controlled. But at the same time"—he couldn't help laughing at himself a little—"I always have that 'I'm king of the world' feeling when I look out on it."
    She laughed softly, as well—but her laughter faded when his palms skimmed down onto
    her thighs. She drew in her breath, and he kissed her neck, his cock pressing into the
    valley of her ass, rigid and more than ready. He'd never fucked anyone out here before—
    and as he slid his hands upward on her soft skin, under her dress, it dawned on him that it was high time he had.
    His touch glided higher, slowly higher, on smooth as silk legs—until he found the real silk at the juncture where they met. When he stroked his fingers through her slit, her
    pretty gasp heightened his need even further. Her head dropped back, inviting more little kisses across her neck, shoulders.
    Upon easing his fingers inside the lacy edge of her panties, a small jolt shook him—just from the mere connection with her female flesh. His fingers sank into her moisture,
    forcing a ragged sigh from his throat. "Smooth and wet,"