AN IMPRESSIVE PROPOSAL

BONUS SCENE

Day 5 of the Honeymoon 

Penny

The sun has been beating down on us for days, and I shift uncomfortably, the straps of my bikini scraping against the tender skin of my sunburn. It’s almost gone now that I’ve been sticking to the shade for a couple days, but it’s still a bit sore.  

“I got this,” a gentle voice says, and I give him a soft smile as he sits behind me. My legs swirl through the cool water of the swimming pool. I spent too much time in the sun the first few days, and today is the first day I’ve felt well enough to even come outside, opting to lie face-down in the bedroom for a day and a half, the cool air conditioning brushing over my tender skin.

I shudder as he rubs icy-cold aloe vera on my shoulders, hissing through my teeth.
“I know, baby,” he mumbles, his hands tender as he works the lotion into the burn on my shoulders.

His touch is soothing despite the extreme cold of the aloe vera, and I sigh, using my Apple Pencil to pick a shade for the base of the water. I don’t often paint landscapes, but there’s so much inspiration here that I can’t help but paint the landscape view of the mansion.

“They’re bringing the yacht out tomorrow,” he says. “I thought we could go on a dolphin watching tour.”

I smile, mostly to myself as he’s sitting behind me now. He’s covered the sunburn well, but he’s still running his slick hands over my shoulders, back, and arms. “That would be nice,” I say, “but I’ll need a giant hat if we’re gonna be out on the water.”

He chuckles. “I think that can be arranged.”

Carefully, he leans forward, pressing his lips to the back of my neck.

My hand tightens on my tablet and specialized stylus, and my heart trips.

“Stay still,” he instructs, moving a hand down and putting it on my thigh. “The sun has been encroaching on your territory this morning.”

I sigh as I look at the umbrella’s shadow. He’s right, it’s definitely retreating, but I slept in and didn’t get up early enough for a swim before the sun came out. I go to stand so I can go back to the lounger, but when I try to move, his hand grips my thigh hard, and he nips my throat, careful to avoid the worst of the burn.

“I asked you to stay still,” he growls, and a different kind of chill runs through me. This time, it has nothing to do with the lotion or the cool water of the infinity pool.

“Or what?” I gasp, wriggling in his grasp.

He moves his hand down to the apex of my thighs, pushing the suit out of the way and tracing over my slit.

I gasp and toss my head back, dropping the Apple Pencil. Before it can fall in the pool, though, Jackson uses his other hand to catch it, collecting the iPad as well and setting them to the side where I can’t ruin them in the pool.

I lean into his touch, reaching a hand back and cringing at the soreness in my burnt skin, but it’s worth it to thread my fingers through his hair. I arch my body against him, and he tucks his face against my throat. “Good girl,” he says, swirling his fingers slowly over my clit.

A moment later, though, it’s over, and he pulls away. I cry out in protest, jerking away to look at him.

He’s already standing, grinning down at me.

“Why?” I gasp, my body trembling with need.

He removes his shirt and climbs down into the shallow pool that’s less than five feet deep, moving himself between my knees. He runs his hands up from my ankles to my calves, smirking up at me. “Because I’m fucking starving,” he says.

This swimsuit isn’t as easy to remove as the string bikini, but rather than tugging it down, he rips it at the seams, and my eyes widen as he stares at me. I want to close my legs in embarrassment, but he’s holding on tight, keeping them apart.

“Jackson,” I groan, trying to move away from his hold, but he shakes his head.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he says, then traces his tongue slowly over his bottom lip.

I whine, and he scoots me closer, the rough stone patio painful against my ass, but I don’t even care because suddenly he’s on me, his tongue parting me before swirling around my clit.

I lean my head back and moan, thankful that he’s set the staff’s schedule to start around lunch rather than in the morning.

Then, when he’s certain I’m not going to try to escape, he moves his hands up, using his thumbs to part me further, lapping at me a few times before sucking hard, drawing on my clit with a pressure that makes me see stars.

I rock against him, unable to stop the tremors that move up my body as he stretches me. I’m so empty right now that it hurts, and tears spring to my eyes.

All at once, my body tenses, and I let out a curse as everything comes crashing down.

Jackson

The way she falls apart for me is so fucking perfect. I suck on her delicious clit as he comes, her thighs clenching around my head tightly.

It takes her a moment to come back to herself, and I lick her softly, helping her come down but also just unwilling to stop.

After a moment, her hands fall into my hair, brushing through. If I were a cat, I might purr at how soothing her touch is.

I glance up at her, and she’s grinning down at me.

I reach up and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my face into her belly. She sighs, but before she can relax too much, I lift her just enough to drag her into the water, pressing her against the wall right where she was sitting. She squeals at the sudden change of temperature, and I tuck her hair around her as the water splashes and laps around us. I’m using my body to shade any inch of skin the lingering shade of the umbrella can’t quite reach. I’ll fight the actual damn sun if I have to.

“I need your cock,” she breathes, her delicate hands moving down to tug at my swim trunks.

I lean down and kiss her lips, tasting the little bit of sunscreen and lifting her just enough to bury myself inside her warmth. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I press her against the wall, my tongue joining hers where our lips meet.

Our movements are slow and languid, and she pulls her lips from mine to look up into my eyes. The water is rough and choppy, and I have to grip the edge of the pool in a vice to keep my control. I want to fuck her hard and fast, to pound into her while she screams, but I’ve already hurt her once this week, and then I failed at protecting her. The red tinge of her shoulders is a painful reminder of how much I’m failing her.

I pull out slowly and then push back in, keeping my eyes on hers as I fall closer and closer to the edge.

I didn’t want to lose myself to her, but there’s a truth that I can’t escape.

I chase it down, my thrusts growing faster, more frantic. She gasps and begs with trembling lips for me to go harder, but I can’t. If I slam into her the way our bodies are begging, I’ll be slamming her against the uneven stone wall of the pool, and she’ll wake in the morning with bruises.

“Easy, baby,” I gasp, leaning down to kiss her again.

My completion finally hits, and I groan as I fill her, my arms wrapping around her to bring her close and hold her tight.

The truth is that I never stopped loving her.

When she leaves me in two years, it’s going to fucking destroy me.

Her hand finds my cheek, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Are you alright?” she asks, her voice hushed.

I look back into her eyes, and she’s actually worried about me. If she knew what I was thinking, if she knew that I would do anything to keep her, she’d run. She’d lock herself in her room and pack her shit.

Hell, she’d probably call my brother to get her home.

He’d do it, too.

“I’m fine,” I lie, my heart breaking at the knowledge that my wife might lust after me, but she can’t love me.

Not after everything I’ve done.