"Alex." She repeated softly, teasing him unimaginably. "Come over here."

He didn't move.

"Or will I come to you?" She said.

He stood up, awkwardly. "No, you stay there. I'll come to you."

He came over to her slowly in the burgeoning twilight and then sat down about ten paces from her. Melanie watched him, silently, her back gently arching, her breasts slowly rising and falling. Those ten paces would be his downfall. Whatever pity she had for him was gone now. She would make him beg to touch her, he would crawl, sell his soul, and she would still say no. He would have to sacrifice everything he owned and everything he was in order to satisfy his desire.

She would make him crack and then when he finally seized her and took her, as he so easily could, she would still never say yes to him.

How dare you keep that distance between us! You're going to pay, Mr. Billionaire.

"You wanted this, Alex. Now tell me what you have to say. I'm ready for you. All you have to do is say the word."

Alex swallowed hard and it wasn't the only thing that was hard about him at the moment. He was glad he had approached her when he had because a moment later and he wouldn't have been able to stand upright with his erection cramped into his absurdly tight denim shorts.

"Maybe this was a bad idea." He suggested.

"It's perfect." She said. "I've wanted to be alone with you since the moment we arrived on this island." She couldn't believe her own words. Melanie was never this forward in relationships, she was always the one to hang back and wait. She loved to be chased; loved to see the hunger in a man's eyes as he became obsessed with her.

But the one she wanted the most wasn't biting. On the other hand, maybe she wanted his twin. Hell, even she couldn't tell anymore.

"First things first." She said, emboldened by his silence. "I need to see your ass before we do anything else."

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes pleading. Then he conceded. "Of course." He said, with resignation.

She stood up and walked over to him, allowing her hips to sway a little more than usual, sensually enjoying the curvatures of her own body as she approached him. She had bathed herself with the essence of some of the sweeter, subtler fruits of the island. She was transformed by the rising moonlight into a pure island beauty.

She stood over him, the shadow of her hair, her breasts, and long thin legs obscuring him in darkness.




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