Addicted

Chapter 34

Climbing out of the pool, I head back into the cabana where Owen is sitting. He got out a few minutes ago to order our food. Crawling onto his lap, I press a kiss to his cheek. "I like you wet," he whispers, catching my ear between his teeth.

"I'm always wet for you," I say with a salacious smile.

"Always?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Even now?"

I move a little, grinding against the thin fabric of his swim trunks. "Yes. Little things turn me on. Like when you touch me without much thought. The way you smell when you're fresh out of the shower - it's intoxicating. And the way you pay attention to my body when you go down on me," I say softly, biting my lip. "Just one look from you will have me soaking."

"Are you right now?" he asks, moving me so I'm sitting astride him.

"Yes," I whisper breathlessly.

"I want to feel," he says, his hands sliding up my body.

His thumbs rub against my nipples through my bikini and I glance behind me nervously. Although we are in a cabana, we are still outside so it's not completely private. There is only one side you can see us through and it's behind me. Thankfully no one is paying us any attention. His hands move down to my waist, one hand continuing down to the apex of my thighs. Slipping his hand through the side of my bikini, he slides his middle finger inside me with ease. His eyes darken and he smirks. Removing his finger, his raises his hand up to my mouth. Taking his middle finger between my lips, I suck at it, rolling my tongue around the end.

"Mr. Carter." My eyes widen and I quickly release his finger, turning in his lap and sitting down. John places our food on the table before turning to us. "Will that be all?"

"Yes. Thank you."

Once he's gone, I shake my head. "You're a bad influence."

He chuckles. "How?"

"We shouldn't do things like that in public places. It's wrong."

"But doesn't the risk of being caught make it more intense?" he asks. "It's fun. It's not like I bent you over the table. No one would have noticed me touching you."

Turning my attention to the food, I see that it's steak with a few sides. "This looks good."

"So do you."

I groan. "Stop. We'll never leave the room if you keep saying things like that. I want to explore the city."

"I'd rather explore you," he says. I pout and he laughs. "Fine, I'll stop. But you can't stop me from touching you."

I don't want him to. Leaning forward, he begins eating and I pick up a fork.

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When Owen told me he had a dress sent up, I never imagined it'd be this. It's a black form fitting dress with transparent black material at my sternum, showing off my breasts. Standing in front of the mirror, I look at it from every angle. It is way out of my comfort zone. Before I gave birth I would have worn it but now I just don't feel good in it. The bathroom door opens behind me and my eyes widen. Owen looks stunning as usual in his all black suit. "Wow. You look..."

"It's horrible," I say, looking down at the sink.

"What?" he asks in confusion. "You look stunning. Why don't you like it?"

"I don't look good. I don't wear stuff like this anymore - I'm a mother."

"Hey, just because you're a mother doesn't mean you can't dress sexy anymore. If you're concerned about your weight, you're perfectly healthy. In fact, you weigh less than you did before you had Anastasia. Your body has matured in the best ways possible," he says, closing the space between. Pressing his front to my back, he slips his arms around my waist and cups my breasts. "These have gotten a little bit bigger which is why you can pull off this," he says, running his fingertips down the transparent material. Next he moves his hands down to my hips. "And you have amazing curves. I explained your body type to the woman over the phone and she found the perfect dress. Flaunt it."