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He glances over his shoulder before sliding his hand further up, to my thigh, bending back the hem of my skirt to get what he wants. “Well, I can assure you, my flirting isn’t nearly so trite as touching and giggling.”
I open and close my mouth, trying to say something in return. But I can’t. Dylan’s hand is so far under my skirt I know he has only one mission. I start to panic, looking around to see if anyone can see us.
“Don’t look at them, look at me.”
Holy hell. His demand is mine to fulfill. Our eyes lock again just in time for his fingers to brush up against my panties. My whole pussy tightens, clit throbbing with want.
“No one is looking. And even if they were, you shouldn’t care. Because this is how I flirt, Olivia.”
I swallow.
“Give me permission to touch you.” His demand comes in that panties-melting tone.
I nod slowly.
Dylan’s fingers thread through my underwear, brushing up against my labia. He smiles. “Wet. For me?”
I nod again. God, I’m turning into a sex-starved bobblehead.
He laughs lowly and pets my pussy gently. He slings his arm over the back of my stool shielding us from prying eyes even further.
But I couldn’t give a fuck at this point who sees. His fingers in my pussy are a dangerous combination.
“Listen to me, Olivia Lombardi. I have no need to pick up women at my club and take them downstairs to have my way with them. I could if I wanted. In fact, I have. Many women, over the years, have become my playthings. And I’ve enjoyed them however I wanted.”
I seal my lips together when his fingers start to circle my clit, shoulders rising. I want to undulate my hips against his hand so damn hard, but that would be a recipe for disaster.
“I have no interest in that anymore, though. Because…”
His finger presses my clit like it’s a button.
I gasp, turning my face toward him, realizing his mouth is only an inch away.
I could have him. Here and now. We could say fuck all and just take each other. It’s obvious we both want it.
“…now, my mind is on someone else entirely.”
Me? The way his gaze is intent on me, it has to be. Right?
Before we can go any further, Dylan removes his hand from my underwear.
I let out a sigh of frustration, gripping the edge of the bar.
Dylan takes out his pocket square, unraveling it into a handkerchief, and wipes off the tips of his fingers that were just inside me.
I watch all of his movements with rapt attention.
“Anyway, I’ll let Seth know that you are once again available since our conversation is over.”
What? Who?
How dare he do this to me? Leave me mindless with lust and then throw me into another man’s arms.
“No need. I’m going home. Headache.” I gesture to the half-finished drink. “Sex on the Beach.”
Dylan doesn’t respond, just licks his lower lip, eyes falling to the place where I’ve unbuttoned my shirt enough to give a glimpse into the behind-the-scenes of Olivia Lombardi. “Then have a good night, Olivia.”
He strides off before I can utter another word.
DYLAN POV
When I’m not thinking about Olivia, I’m thinking about Nate.
It’s become clear that Nate will not be coming to see me on his own accord and that Abigail and Jack are making it close to impossible for me to get to him.
So, I had to go about contacting my son another way. I hired the foremost PI in New York City to track down my son’s whereabouts. I should have done it sooner because he had Nate’s location for me in less than a day.
“He’s got an apartment in Queens right by the Rockaways.”
“Queens?” That had been quite the shock.
“Only legal surfing spot in the city,” the PI explained.
“Surfing?” The hits just kept on coming, showing me how much of my son I am unfamiliar with.
But now, here I am, on the Rockaway Peninsula, staring at a group of surfers who are all waxing their boards on the beach.
I can spot him from a mile away. My boy. His blond windswept hair is crinkled as it dries in the sun. And his smile gleams, just like his mother’s. That’s what brought me under her spell all those years ago. Although he got the dimples from me, a perfect combination of his parentage.
I stand there for far too long to look like I have all my sanity. But I can’t help it. I’m stuck in this spot. It’s not easy to see your son for the first time in years. Everything feels so important to say that I can’t pick out just one thing.
A coward. That’s what I am. In every realm of my life.
I pulled away from Olivia just the other day at the bar when I should have taken things all the way. I pushed my son away and forced everyone else to bring him to me rather than demanding to see him, making it my main priority to track him down and find him.
That streak of cowardice ends today.
I head down the beach, not paying much mind to my expensive Italian leather shoes sinking into the sand. There are far more important things than Italian leather in life. It’s taken me far too many years to realize that.
The sea breeze whips through my air, sending my perfect coif askew.
Shit. I know he’s my son and not a woman I’m trying to impress, but I wanted to show up looking my best. Wanted to show him just how serious I am about this.
When I’m halfway down the beach, close enough I can catch most of the conversation between the surfers, Nate alerts. His eyes whip toward me. And that fantastic smile drops. “Give me a second,” I read on his lips as he shoulders past a few of the surfers and comes in my direction.
Well, at least he’s not running for the hills.
I smile at him as he comes closer, but that doesn’t seem to help anything.
Nate stops a few feet away, crosses his arms over his chest, and plants his feet in a wide stance. Trying to intimidate his old man. He only has an inch of height on me, and he’s all lank. Although, his arms and legs are muscled in a way I’ve never seen before, made even more obvious through his wet suit.
“What are you doing here?”
“Good to see you too.”
Nate’s stoic countenance doesn’t break.
“You…” Shit, I don’t know what to say. “You surf.”
Nice going, Captain Obvious.
“Uh…” Nate glances back at the group of surfers who are all looking over at him with concern, shielding their whispers from our ears. Nate turns back, tugs on his ear lobe, and shakes his head to the side. Water caught in his ear maybe? “Yeah, I surf.”
“Picked that up in California?”
“Dad-“
That warms my heart more than it should. He’s still calling me dad, that’s a start.
“Seriously, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“I came to see you. Since you won’t come to see me.”
Nate snorts. “Why in the world would I want to see you?”
“Because I’m your old man?”
“As if you’ve ever acted like it.”
“Hey-” I stop myself. He has every right to be upset with me. I wasn’t around. There’re no excuses to make.
Nate juts his chin forward. “Hey what?”
“Hey nothing.” My hand goes to my hair. “I know I’ve never been the most…present.”
“That’s an understatement.”
I sigh. “Your mom was always very protective.”
“Seriously? You’re going to blame my mom?”
