The Job Offer - By Eleanor Webb Page 0,39

much like an old poster his friend had in his bedroom as a teenager that he felt himself turn hard as blood rushed to his groin. He leaned forward uncomfortably and rested his elbows on his knees to hide his arousal. "What time is it?"

"It's about five-thirty." His voice came out normal, but his body was acting like a horny teenager's, and he focused on bringing his response to her body under his control. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chelsea walk out onto the patio and take a lounger on the opposite side of the pool next to some other guests. The sight of the other woman cooled his ardor. "You need to get ready for dinner. You're dining with us, and I invited your parents to join us so that you'll have some time with them."

"Thank you, Ben. I do want to spend some time with them before I head back east. Will you hand me my shirt? You're sitting on it." He looked down to see her shirt half under his leg. Handing it to her, he watched her put the white tee shirt on over her wet suit, the fabric soon getting wet and clinging to her breasts. His ardor returned in force. He stood up and waited for her to stand before he leaned down and kissed her again.

"Come with me, Anne." He took her hand and led her to the balcony fire escape. "You'll have to shower and change in my room. Chelsea is in the pool and would notice you going to your parents’ house."

"I suppose I can call my mother and have her gather together a few things for me," Anne replied reasonably as she walked before him up the narrow staircase. Then she waited for him to unlock the balcony door so that she could precede him into the sitting room. He locked the door again once they were both inside, and no longer able to control himself, he pulled her into his arms until she was held tight against him. He could feel the front of his shirt become wet where her bikini top pressed and felt her breasts flattened against his hard chest. She moaned at the feel of his arousal pressed against her stomach and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll call her later."

Chapter 10

Ben looked down at Anne with his eyes dark with desire. She pulled his head back down to continue the kiss, blowing his mind when her tongue entered his mouth and took control. His senses began reeling. If she kept up with this much longer, he would not be able to stop. He needed to be sure that this was what she wanted, so he pulled his mouth away and looked down at her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ben. I want you."

He took possession of her mouth once again and soon lost his ability to do anything but feel the woman in his arms and taste her sweet mouth. As he lips moved over hers and he stroked her tongue with his, his hands skimmed down her back and over the wet bikini bottoms. She was wearing a string bikini today and he moved his hands to her hips and pulled at the strings that held the bottom together. She moaned when she felt the wet bikini bottom drop to the floor. Then he moved his hands back over her naked cheeks and lifted her against his arousal. She broke the kiss and pulled in a ragged breath. Taking advantage of his freed lips, he moved his mouth to her neck and lifted her so that she wrapped her legs around his waist. She rubbed herself against his arousal, and he moaned at the motion.

Holding her open against him, he carried her into his bedroom and sat down on the bed so that she straddled him. Then he pulled her tee shirt off with her help. Once she just had her bikini top on, he pulled the lower ties while she untied the straps at her neck. She pulled the top away revealing her full breasts to his hungry gaze, and his mouth watered in anticipation. Her nipples were already puckered waiting for his kiss. He ran his hands up her back and held her while his mouth found a breast. Her loud moan of pleasure spiked his desire, and he took it into his mouth and sucked on her nipple, the feel of it hard against his tongue. She began to