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  "It's a good thing I have impeccable self-control," I tell him.

  He laughs, a deep throaty sound. "Turn over," he orders. "We'll see how impeccable your self-control is."

  I do exactly what he says, stretching out on my stomach as he massages lotion over my back, then from the tips of my toes all the way to my thighs. With every stroke, his thumbs get dangerously close to my pussy, but he doesn't go farther.

  "It's too bad that you don't need sunblock here," he says, his voice low as he slides his palms over the sides of my hips.

  I reach behind me and untie the strings on each side of my bikini bottoms. "Now, I definitely need sunblock there."

  "You cannot be out here stark naked," he says. But his hands are on my bare ass cheeks anyway, squeezing the muscles the way he did before in the library. "You can't be out here like this with me."

  When I roll over onto my back, the swimsuit falls away, totally exposing my pussy to him. Bending one leg, I slide my arm under the back of my head. I'm being reckless, aggressive, preening like this for him, yet I can't seem to help it. He's always in control, his reactions restrained, but I can tell he's struggling not to gape at me. His eyes linger as he takes me in, his gaze resting for a moment too long between my legs.

  "Why can't I be out here this way, James?" I ask innocently.

  "Someone is going to see you like this," he growls. "Someone is going to walk out here and catch you lying here like this, and me here with you."

  That's not the only reason he doesn't want me out here with him like this.

  I'm protected by the half-umbrella that covers part of the lounger. It shields most of me from the view of anyone who might casually wander over to this part of the pool area, and besides, Max already kicked out the bartender. I'm quite sure he's passed word to any other staff out here that I'm not to be disturbed.

  Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I lean back against the piles of pillows that line the back of the lounger and let my thighs fall open so that Max can get a better view. If he thinks he's going to torment me by bringing me to the edge and not letting me come the way he did in the library, he's insane.

  Two can definitely play his games.

  "There we go," I declare. "Now no one can see me. They can only see you sitting at the edge of the lounger."

  "Put your swimsuit back on," he demands.

  "I could," I tell him. "Or..."

  The throbbing between my legs reminds me that he left me hanging in the library, and then again afterwards. I didn't touch myself last night, despite what he thinks. I played along with his silly insistence that I did what he told me to do, which means that every part of my body right now is screaming for release.

  Besides, I also need to teach him a lesson: he can't just issue orders and I'll blindly obey them.

  He can't tell me what to do.

  Sliding my fingers between my legs, I find my clit.

  "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice thick.

  "I think the answer to that question is fairly obvious, James." I let out a long sigh as I slowly touch myself, the relief already palpable even without orgasm.

  Max sits there at the edge of the lounger, completely unmoving, his body as still as a statue.

  Except for his cock.

  His cock is definitely moving. It twitches in his pants and I can't help but be smugly satisfied that I have that kind of effect on him.

  "You're so wet," he says gruffly. "I can see it glistening on your pussy."

  My slickness causes my fingertips to glide easily over my clit. "I'm very wet, James," I whisper as I find my entrance with two fingers. I watch as the expression on his face changes, his brow furrowing tightly and then relaxing, his eyelids half-closing as lust writes itself all over his face. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and I can tell he wants to touch himself.

  I want to touch him. I want him to touch me.

  "You're being a very bad girl," he observes. "I thought I told you that you couldn't come until I let you."

  His words only spur me on to defy him. Sliding my fingers inside my pussy, I begin to fuck myself right in front of him. My palm presses hard against my clit as I stroke myself, my fingertips finding the right spot inside me that sends heat shooting through my entire body.

  It's not a question of holding out and coming when he tells me to come. That's not possible anymore. Even if I wasn't trying to defy him, I wouldn't be able to help myself. It's been too long, and he's been far too much temptation. I've been on edge because I haven't come, and that stops now.

  "You did," I agree, my breath short. My other hand goes to my breast to pinch a nipple, heightening my arousal. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take my punishment instead."

  "Princess," he says, so low and throaty that I'm close to coming just at the sound of it. I imagine him repeating the word over and over as he thrusts his cock inside me, bringing me right to the edge and then crashing over it. "I'm not sure you're going to like your punishment."

  "Try me," I whisper, fucking myself harder with my fingers. My breath stops being little gasps and becomes more like panting, and I hear myself whimper as I hurtle toward the brink.

  He growls my name, unbuttoning his pants and taking out his cock. Watching him stroke his length right in front of me makes me even wetter. "Alexandra," he repeats. "Look what you've made me do. Anyone could walk out here right now – the bartender, the gardener, your family – and you've got me sitting here with my pants down and my hand on my cock, watching you fuck your tight little pussy with your fingers."

  "Yes," I breathe, my heart racing at his dirty words. I'm transfixed, watching fascinated as he strokes his length. I can't help but let out a little moan at the sight of the pre-cum that drips from the tip of his cock.

  "Is this what you wanted, princess? Did you want to see how hard you make me? Did you want to watch me stroke my cock right in front of you?"

  "Yes." My voice catches and I whimper as my pussy tightens around my fingers. "I'm ... so close."

  He groans. "You're such a naughty little thing, taking your swimsuit off out here and fucking yourself the way you're doing right now. Are you imagining that it's my cock inside you instead of your fingers? Are you pretending it's me filling you up?"

  "Yes," I admit. "Oh, God, yes." Except that it's not nearly as good as I imagine his cock would feel.

  Max turns toward me with his pants around his hips and his cock in his hand. My heart leaps to my throat as he gets to his knees, one on either side of my legs. His cock is huge and thick and it's right in front of me as he places one hand on the top of the lounger chair's half-canopy for balance, keeping the other firmly on his dick.

  His hand moves up and down his length more rapidly, and I desperately want to sit up and take his cock into my mouth right now. My mouth waters as I imagine running my tongue down the length of his shaft before wrapping my lips around his head and tasting his saltiness on my tongue.

  "I told you that you don't come until I give you permission," he growls. "Yet here you are, about to come, aren't you?"

  "Yes," I breathe. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

  "And I told you that if you came before I gave you permission, that I'd punish you for being a dirty little girl."

  "Yes," I whimper. Oh, God. I'm so close. I'm so close that I'm drunk with lust and I can't possibly think straight right now, and there's definitely no coming back from it. It builds like a wave inside me, getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it's nearly overtaking me.

  "Don't come," he says roughly. "I'm warning you."

  As soon as he forbids me, I'm coming. My orgasm explodes, the crescendo so strong that I hear myself crying out. He bends forward, covering my mouth with his hand. "Shhh, dirty girl," he whispers as I scream my orgasm into his palm. "You're going to have people running when they hear you screaming like that."

  I can't help it. Instead, the tips of his fingers find my lips and I open, swallowing his fingers as my pussy pulses around my own. I mute the so