Chapter 12 - His Semi-Charmed Life

Diego lifted Penny’s hand to his mouth and licked the chocolate. “Don’t want any to go to waste.” His rough fingers circled her wrist, holding her in place. His tongue lapped at her skin and tingles spread from her fingertips throughout her body.

“What—” her throat suddenly tight. What was he doing? “—was that for?”

He pulled away and grinned. “Don’t want you to get dirty.”

A smear of chocolate clung to his upper lip. Without thinking she leaned in and sucked the sweet from his mouth.

The moment was fraught with an odd tension. The crackle of the fire, the scent of wood smoke filled her senses, and yet she could still smell the essence of him.

Amusement sparkled in his chocolate eyes, even more rich and sinful than the candy he’d just licked from her flesh.

“Nothing wrong with a little dirty,” Penny said huskily.

“Not at all.” He sobered, the shadows in his dark eyes hovered, and she couldn’t stand to see that playful spirit dimmed. Her attention shifted to what was left of her s’more. The marshmallow was in danger of falling to the ground.

“In my opinion, dirty is underrated.” And then she scooped that bit of melted marshmallow onto her thumb and painted his mouth.

“You’re going there?” His face darkened. Maybe she’d pushed it too far. He licked some of the marshmallow off his lips and then smiled. It was a wicked smile, promising retribution.

“In for a penny, in for a pound.” She took the last bite of her s’more and smashed it against his mouth. Waited to see what he’d do.

His smile brightened, intensified. Then he laughed, the rich low rumble seemed to surprise him.

“You went there.” He laughed again and suddenly she knew what he was going to do next.

Run! She needed to run. But she couldn’t run because she had to stay until the last camper was in for the night.

But she couldn’t help it. She took a step back. It wasn’t a retreat exactly. Okay, it was a retreat.

* * *

Diego blinked at Penny’s audacity.

She had just smashed s’mores in his face.

No one he knew would dare mess him up the way she had just done. The need to retaliate welled up inside him. “You’re going to pay for that,” he growled.

He loaded his finger with melted chocolate and pressed it against her mouth.

Her lips parted in a laugh. Her tongue peeked between the plump unpainted lips, but before she could lick it off, he painted a trail over her chin and along her neck. He lingered in the hollow of her throat.

Her pulse thudded beneath his fingertips. No longer laughing, she swallowed, the muscles in her neck clenching then releasing.

“I can’t fucking wait to lick this off you.” He continued painting her skin with the chocolate, down the middle of her chest until he dipped his finger into the valley between her breasts. She quivered beneath the sensual caress.

Diego glanced around the campfire, making sure they were hidden in the shadows. Whatever this was, he wasn’t about to expose her to the censure from London’s employees. But while he and Penny had been roasting marshmallows and playing paint the numbers, the rest of the party had cleared out.

He and Penny were alone in the dark night. Only the crackle of the fire and the buzz of insects surrounded them now. He tugged her over to the Adirondack chair he’d abandoned earlier and pulled her into his lap. He bent her back over his arm. Her silky hair tumbled over his biceps and he wanted to bury his fist in the mass and tug her so he could feast on her neck.

Diego snapped open the front hook to her bra.

He buried his nose between her breasts, nuzzling the small mounds with his beard and licking the chocolate from her skin.

With everyone gone, he pushed her top down, exposing her to the firelight and his avid gaze. He cupped her in his palm and pushed her into his mouth. Rolling the tight bud, he tongued her hard.

She arched into the intimate kiss.

Penny’s nails scraped the base of his neck, scattering goose bumps across his skin. His cock hardened in a rush.

Her face flushed and her eyes half closed, she clutched his head between her hands and moaned.

In a frantic move, she burrowed beneath his tight T-shirt and ripped the cotton over his head. She explored his chest, running her fingers through the smattering of hair and over the muscles in his shoulders, her strong hands smoothed over his biceps and along his forearms. She rolled into his embrace and began to kiss his skin. Her teeth nipped gently at his nipples.

His cock beat against the curve of her ass.

Fuck me. If he didn’t shift her away from his lower body, he was going to come in his shorts.

The slightly illicit location out in the open, where anyone could come back to the fire, fueled the passion between them. For years, he’d done everything right. Weighed every word, every action. But in this moment, he threw it all away. He wanted her now.

Her nipples glistened from his attention. He unbuttoned her shorts, spread his fingers along her belly. She contracted at the light touch, and when he slid his fingers into her curls and fingered the swollen bud, she shuddered in his arms.

“We should stop,” he murmured against her skin. Giving her an out if she needed it.

But he couldn’t seem to stop playing with her clit.

Penny shook her head. “No, we shouldn’t.”

He was thinking about her. About the fact that she was half naked, his hands down her pants. “You’re in a compromising position right now.”

She bit his collarbone. “Well then, let’s compromise you too.”

He couldn’t believe how much he loved that idea. “Hell, yes.”

She sucked a kiss against the sensitive spot below his ear.

He pinched her nipple in response.

Penny wrestled with the button to his country club shorts. Then she ripped the zipper down and dug into his briefs. With a smooth move, she’d curled her work-roughened hands around his cock.

Fuck.

Penny lifted from his lap. He grabbed for her, but she was only changing positions. She straddled his lap and fisted his cock. Her breasts, tumbling from the hem of her top, gleamed in the moonlight. Her face was flushed with desire, her lips puffy with the force of their kisses.

“I want inside you.” But they didn’t have a condom.

Sadly he didn’t think there were any orgasm donor packets lying around. “Protection?” He asked hopefully.

She bit her lip and shook her head.

“We’ll have to improvise.” Damn. I have to get inside her any way I can. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers then.”

Penny nodded.

Her eyelids drooped and her head tilted back. Moonlight limning her features, like a moon goddess, she tilted her head and let the light rain over her.

In one quick move, he slid his fingers inside her sex. He rubbed her G-spot, caressing the inflamed knot into a higher state of arousal. She was slick against his fingers, and her hips rocked in time to his stroke. Her hand moved up and down his cock, tightening every time he coaxed another low moan from her. Together they found an erotic rhythm.

She was straddling him, her tanned and strong legs lifted up and down to the rhythm of his thrusts. Her knees braced next to his legs as her soft ass rubbed against his hairy thighs.

She was so wet. She dripped on his hand.

They moved in a crazy rhythm, reaching for each other, oblivious to the surroundings.

When was the last time he’d even engaged in this kind of play? Ever since his twentieth birthday he’d been focused on making the business successful. He’d lost the simple pleasures of connection and lust. Every person in his life was chosen for maximum benefit. And if they couldn’t do something for him, then they weren’t worth the effort.

Diego had to keep his eye on the endgame.

The prize.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she was his reward, his prize.

Like a proper victor, he was going to claim her.

* * *

Penny was having an out-of-body moment.

Her clothes were disheveled, and her breasts bounced in the moonlight as she rode Diego’s fingers. His cock was thick and long and close to erupting in her hand.

She had never in her life thrown caution away and given in to her sexual desires. The fact that they were out in the woods, around the campfire where anyone could see them should have stopped her cold.

Instead the forbidden location titillated her. Aroused her. Did that make her wrong? She didn’t know. But as Diego’s pre-come slicked her hand, she knew he was close and she decided she could worry about existential crises later.

He conquered her body with two fingers and his mouth nearly sent her over the edge. But she didn’t want to go alone. Was determined to make this ultra-controlled man lose his tight grip before she did.

She was holding her orgasm at bay tenuously, as she rolled her fist over the head of his cock. Goddamn, had he gotten bigger? He seemed to swell in her hand, and she wished again that she’d thought to tuck a condom in her shorts pocket.

Then Diego twisted his fingers, lurched up and sucked her nipple into his mouth. That little bite of pain pushed her over the edge. Her body convulsed around his fingers as her orgasm rose over her in a crazy swell and took her under. Fireworks burst through her in a cascade of light and heat.

Her long, low moan was drowned out by his groan.

Hot jets of liquid splashed against her stomach as he let go of his control.

Diego pressed his thumb against her clit, and another set of quakes shimmied through her body. She continued to pump his erection until he had nothing more to give, then she collapsed against his chest.

Penny draped her body over Diego, limp, replete, completely wrung out.

What was it about him that made her abandon all sense of the right thing to do and just…toss aside her inhibitions?

They were out in the middle of the woods for fuck’s sake.

Technically she was working. She buried her head in his neck. “Can’t believe we did that.”

His body was warm and tense beneath her. They were both sticky from the combination of s’mores and sex. He lazily licked a spot of chocolate from her jaw. “Yum.”

“How do you convince me to just throw all sense out the window?”

“It’s a gift.”

She chuckled against his neck, then kissed that spot beneath his ear that caused him to shiver. He tasted of man and sweat and salt. His hairy legs tickled the sensitive backs of her thighs.

And impossibly she began to tingle again. He was joking, and yet his words were true.

He was the gift.

Maybe a small one and she’d have to return it and forget about him after this weekend. But right this moment, she felt too satisfied to worry about it.

She’d just accept it for now and deal with the aftermath later.