Chapter 7 Sex On A Beach

• After the declaration, Cael immediately took hold of Mikayla's chin and pulled her to him.
• Without thinking, Mikayla closed her eyes and tilted her head.
• There was no more hesitation from him. He slammed his lips onto hers.
• There was nothing gentle about the kiss, just as she'd expected. It was hard, it was demanding and it was unyielding.
• His lips forced her lips apart and thrust inside, quickly ravishing her mouth.
• Mikayla moaned against his lips. She met his demands with a frenzy of her own, frantically pushing against him like a wanton whore, battling his tongue for dear life.
• There were no thoughts, only desire. A plain, white-hot desire that spread through her body, from head to toe.
• She pressed herself against him, as though wanting to be swallowed up by him.
• Mikayla found herself moving, inching closer and closer to his lap.
• She'd just perched her butt on one of his legs when his hands wrapped around her, stopping her.
• He pulled back, his lips coming off of hers with a pop. She blinked, confused at the sudden change.
• She was breathing hard, but so was he.
• She could not only hear him breathing but could feel the hot air of his breath on her face which was only an inch away from his at this point.
• "We shouldn't do this here," he said suddenly.
• Mikayla looked around in confusion, trying to remember where "here" was and why they couldn't do this here.
• It came back to her slowly. They were at the garden seat-out, a little ways from the fundraising event.
• But her brain still wasn't working so well. She was still locked in the throes of passion.
• She reached for him again, trying to pull his head back towards her.
• Cael laughed. "Slow down, babe. Let's find a better place, okay?"
• She nodded impatiently. He got up and took her hand. She let him lead her back in the direction they'd come from.
• They passed by the hall again. There were a few people out but they were too busy with their own business to pay them much mind.
• Still, Mikayla ducked her head and increased her pace.
• 'This is your opportunity to turn back, Mikayla. If you go with this man, there's no going back. You will end up sleeping with him.'
• It was like God was constantly throwing her opportunities to turn back.
• But even now, she knew without a doubt that she couldn't turn back. There was no going back.
• She had to have him. She had to. She would go crazy if she didn't.
• 'But what would happen after?' The crazy side of her answered, 'Later will take care of itself.'
• People often made jokes about men letting their penises think for them. Here she was doing exactly that.
• Well, she was doing exactly that. Her libido was doing the thinking
• "Where are we going?" She asked.
• "We're taking a drive." He pointed to his car, a black Ferrari.
• "Nice car," she said conversationally.
• He smiled and came around to open her door.
• Mikayla smiled. "I didn't peg you as an "opening the car door" kind of guy."
• "Why not?" He asked.
• "I don't know. You just don't seem like it."
• "Babe, prepare to be amazed. I've got moves you've never seen," he drawled, winking at her.
• She rolled her eyes.
• "Also, just so you know, I have two very strong women around me who would kill me if I didn't open the car door for them."
• "I can't imagine anyone ever threatening you," she muttered under her breath.
• What kind of woman would be crazy enough to threaten a force of nature like Cael?
• He smiled. "One of them is my mother."
• "I see," she said.
• Before long, they were pulling up to their destination.
• Mikayla peered out the car window, a frown on her face. "The beach? You brought us to the beach?" She gave him a confused look.
• "This is one of my favourite places. I like to sit here by the water and just enjoy the calm."
• He stopped the car and hit a button that had the top of the Ferrari rolling back until they were sitting right under the night sky.
• "I usually come alone," he confided.
• Mikayla understood his message. He'd brought her to his place, his sacred corner of the world. And he wanted her to know it.
• She looked out over the water, taking in the serenity of the place. "It's beautiful," she concluded, "but I didn't come here to talk."
• She immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled over the gear to his side.
• She climbed on top of him, swinging her leg over his so that she was facing him.
• Her dress rode up around her calf. She grabbed his face in her hands, pulled his face towards her and began kissing him.
• Like before, there was no hesitation on his part. He immediately took over the kiss.
• He pried her hands off his face without missing a beat and wrapped it around his neck, effectively taking control.
• Mikayla hummed in response. Who would have known that she was the kind of woman who liked men who took control?
• No, she wasn't that kind of woman. She reminded herself. It was just different with him. She couldn't hate it with him.
• He attacked her with an animal-like ferocity that she'd known he would from the moment she felt his eyes on her.
• He was methodical and brutal, picking her apart one piece at a time. It was nothing like she'd ever experienced.
• He was in charge of their entire lovemaking, if you could call sex without love that.
• He had her quivering and moaning into the night, the sounds echoing in the ocean air.
• They continued late into the night, round after round until she was completely spent. She lay on her back, breathing heavily.
• Somewhere along the line, they'd ended up in the backseat.
• He pulled her against his chest and cradled her to him with a tenderness that denied the ferocity with which he just made love to her.
• There she went again using the word love. Making love, love making...none of those defined what had happened here.
• What they did here was primal. They gave in to the base animal instincts in them and that was it.
• She must have fallen asleep on that thought because the next thing she knew, she was waking up.
• She woke slowly, becoming aware of her surroundings one thing at a time. First, she felt the brush of the gentle morning sun on her face.
• It surprised her at first but then she remembered that she was sleeping outside.
• They'd left the car top down, too spent to be bothered to do as much as push the one button that would put it back up.
• Images from the night before at the fundraiser flashed across her mind.
• There'd been a man. He'd been staring at her, so she followed him out to a little garden and they talked and...kissed?
• Then came flashes from their tryst in the car. Mikayla gasped and shot up into a sitting position.
• She turned her head slowly and sure enough the same man in her head was asleep next to her, and he was NAKED.
• And so was she! 'Holy shit!' He must have thrown his shirt over her at some point but it had fallen away the moment she moved.
• She looked around the beach frantically. Thankfully, it was still early enough in the morning that there was no one around.
• 'Oh no! Oh no! What did I do? What do I do?'
• She must have been more drunk than she thought if she'd slept with a man she'd just met.
• On a beach. In his car. Like a cheap whore. Hell, all she knew about him was his name.
• She leaned over to the front of the car, careful not to rouse him and grabbed her purse.
• She dug out her phone and quickly Googled his name.
• The search brought him out immediately. A quick scan through revealed that he was Cael Lautner, CEO of Solid Build.
• It was a construction company that had run through his family for over ten generations. They were worth billions.
• Not only was he wealthy, he'd been born into it, a true golden spoon boy. How could she have done this?
• She'd fallen into the same trap that she'd always sworn to avoid. She'd gone against everything she stood for. For what? One night of sex.
• Tears welled up in Mikayla's eyes. What if someone had seen her? They would say that the apple didn't fall so far from the tree after all.
• All that she'd worked to accomplish for herself would disappear in a flash.
• She turned to look at him, examining his face under the morning light. He looked so handsome.
• Maybe at another time... in another life...
• She wiped a tear that had escaped down her cheek, unnoticed.
• You know what you have to do now, she reminded herself. Do it!
• "Do it," she whispered emphatically to herself.