Breaking All the Rules (29 page)

              The outdoor living space was nearly the same size as the indoor. Featuring three tiers, the deck showcased a crystalline infinity pool, a bar, and a stone pit surrounded by a set of comfortable looking chairs. There was an abundance of seating on the three tiers, though it didn’t seem overcrowded. The mixture of soft neutral chairs against the bright blues of the lounge chairs helped tie each level together.

              Mia closed her eyes and inhaled the salty ocean scents. A slight wind wisped her thin white maxi dress around her ankles. When they arrived at the villa, the first thing they did was strip out of their clothes and indulged in one another’s bodies on the warm floor. They made it to the bedroom with their luggage before falling into bed again. With their bodies tangled and the silent fan spinning above them, they napped until the mid-hours of the day. After an exploratory shower where one of the detachable heads was used for something other than cleaning, Mia got a chance to see the clothing that had been hand-picked for the trip. The bag held mostly shades of whites and golds, but as she slipped into the flowing white dress sans undergarments (as there were none packed), Benson nibbled on her neck and told her she wouldn’t need very many clothes anyway.

Benson had taken her to Mexico, of all places. She had looked at him with disbelief when they got off the jet. He didn’t want her only experience in Mexico to be with Grant, and he was determined to give her the best extended weekend of her life. The first sight of Sian Kaan had Mia sold. They could have stomped back up on the plane and gone home. Benson had taken her to paradise, while Grant had only allowed her a few hours of his time in the urban sprawl of Mexico City. The two were beyond comparison.

              Casa de la Belleza was a vacation pulled straight out of her dreams.

              Benson informed her that there was a chef on staff and a caretaker who looked over the property while Jet was away. He wanted the place to themselves for the weekend, so Jet dismissed them after they stocked the house full of enough food to last them during their stay. The bar on the deck had been restocked as well, though Mia hadn’t bartended in years and could barely remember how to make a drink.

              In the bright hours of the morning when they were driving to the secluded dune, Mia had shakily emailed her boss an explanation she had read out loud to Benson ten times. While drafting a more casual email to Lora detailing the surprise vacation, Anne had emailed her back. It was brief and sterile. Totally unlike Anne. She granted Mia the vacation, noting that she had so many days saved up they would start rolling off at the beginning of the new year if they weren’t used, but also expressed direct orders to be in her office first thing Thursday morning. The news stung, but at the sight of the island paradise sprawling around her, Mia couldn’t let herself be upset.

              When their stomachs growled, Mia was delighted to see all the ingredients for the Mediterranean salmon dish they had neglected earlier in the week. They ate on the porch overlooking the setting sun.

              “When Mayans spoke of Sian Kaan, they spoke of the place ‘where the sky was born’,” Benson’s deep voice wrapped around her, shortly by his hands. They encased her with compassion and warmth, and she inhaled his familiar scent.

              “I understand why,” She murmured, leaning into him. “I have never seen something as beautiful as this place.”

              Benson remained quiet, placing a tender kiss on her head. He wanted to tell her she was far prettier than the turquoise waters surrounding them. He wanted to tell her he was madly in love with her. Hell, he wanted to drop to one knee and beg her to marry him. Instead, he sighed,

              “I want to keep you to myself all weekend and make love to you until you can no longer walk, but I also want you to fully enjoy your vacation here. The island provides jet skiing, scuba diving, boat rides… whatever you can think of, I can make happen.”

              Mia spun in his arms and looked up at him with eyes that melted the ice in his veins, “We’ll see what we feel like doing in a few days, but tonight I know exactly what I need to make me fully enjoy my vacation.”

              Benson’s body lit with lust as he picked her up with a grunt and carried her through the open doors that led into the bedroom. He had spent most of his day inside of her, yet his body craved more. Mia was glowing under the unobstructed light from the moon. The rise and fall of her chest was promising, her body already preparing for the pleasures to come. Straining against the thin white fabric of the dress were her well defined nipples. He wanted desperately to tear the fabric to shreds and feast on her eager body.

              But when he approached her moments ago on the deck, his breath had caught. She looked like a queen overlooking paradise. No, she looked like his bride. Thoughts of wedding Mia made his chest ache and throat close. She was so damn perfect. The image of her leaning into the breeze with her eyes closed and the dress dancing slowly around her was permanently seared into his brain. He couldn’t ruin the dress, not when it had a special place in his heart.

              Using nearly all his willpower, Benson set her on the floor and carefully lifted the dress over her head. She moaned as the delicate fabric brushed across her hard nipples. The sensation made her eyes flutter and her sex moisten. A slight tap on her rear directed her into the bed, already sporting rumbled sheets. She lay on her back, propped on her elbows, and watched with a tantalizing smile as he undressed before her.

              Benson kissed her thighs, his hands sliding under her and cupping her bottom. He lifted her to his mouth. Her familiar musky scent bore lingering traces of his presence earlier in the day. Impatient, Mia wiggled and tiled, pressing her lips against his mouth. They were soft and swollen, tender to the touch. She cried out as he cried out as he slipped his tongue inside her. After a few strokes of his finger on her clit, her hands found his body and she attempted to tug him away.

              “Come here,” She gasped desperately.

              Licking his lips, Benson slid up her body, kissing her nose before resting on his side next to her. His fingertips lightly brushed over her hard nipples.

              “It’s too much, Benson,” She sighed. “My body is too sensitive for you to touch me right now, but I want to taste you so badly it hurts.”

              “Too sensitive? We haven’t had that problem yet? Are you okay?” His face paled as he looked at her with concern.

              A playful smile etched onto her face, “I’m saying you win, Benson. I’m waving my white flag. You have officially sexed me to exhaustion.”

              When he caught on, his cock sprang back to life, “So soon, precious?”

              “You’re a very talented man, Mr. Ward,” She teased, rising to a sitting position and then draping herself over his body so her face rested near his throbbing member. It twitched in her direction and her eyes gleamed. “But I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

              All their preexisting rules didn’t exist in paradise. There was no need to dominate or possess. Neither worried about who was in charge or what the implications were. Punishments were ruled out in favor of complete bliss.

              Mia reached down and touched her throbbing sex, jerking at contact. She was wet, but her body needed a slight rest from the vigorous activities. Enduring the near tickling sensation, she coated her fingers, and then slowly moved the hand to Benson’s cock. His chest tightened as she wiped the proof of her arousal on the silken heat before licking it from shaft to tip, pausing at the sensitive spot on the underside just before the tip. When Benson groaned, Mia slid back down and suckled on his sensitive and straining testicles.

              Releasing them, she trailed back up with a long lick and positioned herself above him. She lowered her mouth onto his tip and paused. Her tongue swirled around it teasingly. She looked up at Benson, who was panting and grabbing the sheets. He mouthed her name in a silent plea. She smiled around him and hummed.

              “Please!” Benson gasped.

              On cue, Mia took his throbbing member until it curved in the back of her throat. She resisted the gag and held it there for a long moment, floating as Benson swore. She had gotten him to beg, a task that had proven to be extremely difficult. Benson wasn’t the begging type, rather the demanding. Hear the raspy need in his voice as he said please was all she needed to push her over the edge.

              She released him with a hesitant gag, then slid back down again. The erotic noise had Benson twitching inside her mouth. This time, Mia didn’t hold. Rapidly, she bobbed over him. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as he watched himself disappear in her mouth. Her hair was pulled to one side, but a few loose strands dangled in her face. Finally, she looked at him and his balls tightened. Her eyes were full of complete dedication and lust.

              She didn’t break eye contact. Her emerald eyes were the color of the jungle trees that surrounded them. They were clear and focused, tearing into his soul with a hot intensity. Benson felt the building pressure, and with half lidded eyes, erupted in her throat. Mia swallowed and licked his sensitive tip as she pulled away, causing him to jerk. His head was so foggy he barely noticed when she slipped out of bed and dipped into the bathroom. When she returned a few minutes later after brushing her teeth and wiping her slick sex down, he still looked lethargic.

              “You alright, Warden?” Mia teased, sliding next to him and lying her head on his chest. His heart was still thrumming wildly.

              He scowled, “I told you I hate when you call me that.”

              “I know, but you are extra cute when you’re upset.”

              “I’ll remind you of that the next time you’re angry with me,” He said with a smile.

              The light spilling through the window and open doors illuminated his features giving him an angelic glow. He looked more like a Greek god than he ever had. She had tried to find something wrong with his appearance the first day they had met and came up empty handed. Nearly three weeks later, his features seemed just a defined, but the twinkling smile on his face was new. It wasn’t forced or fake. He looked genuinely happy and refreshed.

              A phantom wave crashed on the beach and reality crashed around Mia. She took a private jet to a multimillion dollar home on a privately owned jungle dune in the middle of a Biosphere Reserve in Mexico where she was lounging with her incredibly handsome boyfriend after a day full of hot sex. She couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and a split second later she was sobbing uncontrollably.

              “Mia!” Benson exclaimed with concern. He nudged her to sit up and then he mimicked, pulling her close to him. “Precious, what’s wrong?”

              She shook her head, “I’m just happy.”

              “You’re crying because you’re happy?” He questioned.

              “Don’t make fun of me.”

              He laughed and kissed her forehead, “It’s been a long weekend. Maybe if we get a good night’s sleep you won’t cry tomorrow when we go down to the beach.”

              She released her grip on his arms and sniffled, lying back down. Pulling the thin white sheet from its tangled spot at the footboard, Benson covered them and held her close while they fell asleep.

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              Mia didn’t cry the next day when they cavorted down the beach and ran straight into the smooth crystal waters of the Caribbean. The sand was warm between her toes as she ran laughing, peeking over her shoulder to see Benson barreling towards her with playful intensity. His slim cut trunks rode low on his hips as he chased her; the defined muscles of his chest rippling like a glorious distraction. In a swooping motion, he picked her up and carried her into the waters. She braced herself for the cool lapping touch, but it never came. The water was warm enough to flush her skin, especially under the clear sky.

              Surrounded by radiant shades of blue, Mia was certain Benson’s twinkling eyes were the brightest and most beautiful shade of them all.

              They swam until they were ready to eat. Benson grilled steaks, and once they were done, Mia decided she wanted to try out some of the activities the island offered. The Reserve was void of restaurants and shops, offering only luxury lodgings in paradise and a few attractions. They spent the afternoon snorkeling, experiencing the beauty beneath the Caribbean Sea together. When they returned that night they ate shrimp and roasted marshmallows over the fire pit on the deck.

              The flicker of the fire that clicked a bell in her head, for some reason, and she nearly jumped from her spot on Benson’s lap. She turned and her words were rushed and excited,

              “I know we aren’t talking about work stuff, but I keep forgetting. I have this yearly event to go to over Halloween weekend, and I wanted you to come with me.”

              “Monarch’s masquerade ball,” Benson grinned.

              Her face had scrunched, “Yeah. How do you know about the party?”

              “I was wondering when you’d ask me to go with you. I own a majority of the venues in New York. I’m invited every year.”