His Fiancé to Keep by Vivian Wood

Author:Vivian Wood [Wood, Vivian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vivian Veritas LLC

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Sam

Sam had crashed right after dinner the night before, jet lagged and drained from the spikes in adrenaline. However, it ensured her clock got back on schedule and when she woke up in the morning, it was to a note from Connor which asked her to choose a bikini from the dresser for a day on the beach.

She couldn’t help but try on every single one. From Minimale Animale sexy monokinis with mesh overlays to bright printed cutout bikinis from Agent Provocateur that made her feel like Sofia Vergara, she couldn’t choose.

However, when she looked at herself in the mirror, shyness suddenly overtook her. She tried on a simple bikini, distracted by the fact that all of the bottoms James had chosen rode up her ass into makeshift G-strings. Is this the look here? she wondered.

“Connor! You out there?” she called.

“Yeah, you ready?”

“I don’t know,” she said. Sam walked out to the great room where sunlight streamed through the window. “I can’t decide,” she told him. “Which one do you think?” She held up the palm tree-covered mesh monokini and the option with bright pops of color and so many straps she couldn’t remember how she got into it.

His eyes ate her up, and traveled from the span of her thighs up—slowly—to her throat. “Definitely the one you’re wearing,” he said lowly.

It made her blush, but she nodded and put the other two options away.

Even behind her Oliver Peoples glasses, she noticed the stares as they walked to the beach. “Isn’t this a private beach?” she whispered to him as a middle-aged man’s eyes nearly popped out.

“The hotel owns, it, yes,” Connor replied. “But just because people have the money to stay here, it doesn’t buy them any class.”

She smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Sam noticed how the blazing white bikini she’d chosen complemented Connor’s trunks. The deep blue pattern was piped in white, and his vintage t-shirt was so tight in the arms and chest it threatened to burst.

“Wait a minute,” Sam said. She slowed down and looked around the beach. “Are they… is she…”

“Who? What?” he asked, concerned.

Sam grabbed his forearm and pulled him close. “That woman over there is naked,” she hissed.

“What? No, she’s not,” he said. He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked briefly. Connor turned back to her.

“Yes, she is!”

“She’s topless,” he conceded. “Not naked.”

“That’s what I mean!” Sam looked around and realized that most of them women wore nothing on top. Some were face down on their chaise lounge chairs or towels in the sand while they tanned their backs. But others didn’t seem to give a damn and were proudly face up. A couple passed them and smiled in greeting. The girl’s heavy breasts swung wildly.

“It’s Monaco,” he told her. “Most beaches here are topless. Hey, by the way, I got us a boat for tomorrow.”

She smiled awkwardly at him and tried to regain her composure. Connor tipped one of the attendants as they reached a roped-off area of the beach.

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