This trip was already an unmitigated disaster, and it was only the first day. How in the hell did he think he could last a week without touching her? Just looking at Jemma in her nightgown made Braden’s dick hard and now he had to try and sleep next to her all night without touching her perfect body. Was that even possible?
This whole thing was a stupid idea. Maybe he should just fire her and send her back home on the next available flight. No, then he would have to face his family alone. He couldn’t do that.
There was no way in hell he could make it the whole week alone with his family. And he couldn’t just leave. It was obvious after tonight that his sister needed him. It was strange, she seemed fine over dinner then all of the sudden she just shut down, going from one extreme to the other.
Braden wondered, and not for the first time if his sister would ever recover from Caleb’s death and move on with her life. She deserved to be happy. He only wished he knew how to help her.
That was what was on his mind as he drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, he awoke with a beautiful woman in his arms and a painful erection in his pants. As carefully as he could Braden extricated himself from Jemma’s warm embrace and made it to the bathroom without embarrassing himself.
He didn’t know what he was going to do. This Jemma was trouble. She had somehow gotten under his skin. He got into the shower, turned on the cold water, trying to ignore the urge to rub one out. He reached down and squeezed his aching dick hard, trying to relieve the pressure.
“Get it together you dumb ass,” Braden thought to himself as he let the cold water refresh him. He wasn’t going to let Jemma get the best of him. He could control this situation; he was Braden Washington for Christ sake.
What the fuck was it about this girl that made him feel like a horny teenager? He just couldn’t get enough of her.
He began to stroke his hardened shaft, slowly at first, thinking about what Jemma might look like kneeling between his legs as she put her pouty lips around the head of his cock. The sensation of his hand moving up and down his shaft heightened as he thought about Jemma.
His thoughts were a jumbled mess as he began to rub himself faster and faster. His light grey eyes practically rolled back in his head as he imagined it was Jemma’s mouth causing the friction he felt. He could feel his balls twitching, and he knew he was close to release. His hand kept up its steady pressure as he continued to picture Jemma’s luscious lips making their way up and down his length.
He began pumping his cock with hard, rugged strokes until finally a throbbing, tingling in his testicles moved rapidly through his shaft as he ejaculated into the air.
He waited for his breath to return to normal before finishing with his shower.
As he got dressed, Jemma jumped out of bed and quickly headed to the shower herself. By the time she was finished, breakfast had arrived.
“What’s on the itinerary for this morning?” Jemma asked while sipping her glass of orange juice.
“We have some free time. We won’t be expected to make an appearance until lunch, so I thought you might like to relax and enjoy the beach.”
“That does sound fun, and I get to wear one of my new swimsuits, so that’s even better.”
Jemma giggled, and Braden’s cock twitched at the memory of watching Jemma try on those swimsuits.
After breakfast, Jemma and Braden put on their swimming attire and headed outside.
“Where is everyone else?” Jemma asked as she looked around noticing the beach was all but empty. It felt odd considering there had to be at least forty or fifty other guests at the resort.
“It’s just us,” Braden explained. “This is our own little piece of paradise. All of this area around the hut is reserved for just us. That’s part of what I like most about this place, great privacy.”
Jemma looked around and her breath caught in her throat as she saw just how beautiful her surroundings were. The sun warmed her face as she took it all in.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Braden’s voice whispered into her ear. He was so close she could feel his breath on her skin, and it made a chill run down her spine.
“It feels almost magical being here.”
“Being with you feels magical,” Braden said as his arms slid around her waist.
“Thank you for bringing me with you to Fiji, even if it was to pretend to be your girlfriend.”
He grabbed Jemma’s face and tilted it up, forcing her to look at him.
“You have beautiful eyes, Jemma.”
Braden smiled gently, and her heart skipped a beat. She looked around to see if his family or anyone else was around, but to her surprise, they were still alone. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was genuinely flirting with her.
But why? He knew as well as she did being together was a mistake. He said he didn’t want romantic entanglements, so why was he acting this way now?
A lock of Jemma’s hair fell in front of her eyes, and Braden gently pushed it away.
“Kiss me,” he commanded.
“Excuse me?”
“I want you to kiss me Jemma,” Braden repeated slowly. “I want to feel your soft lips against mine, and I want to hear you whimper as I bite your lower lip.”
“Are you mad?”
“No,” Braden laughed.
“I thought we agreed to keep this thing between us as professional as possible. You hired me to play the part of your girlfriend, not actually be your girlfriend.”
Braden grabbed Jemma’s arm and pulled her towards him, before leaning down for a kiss.
Her knees buckled at his touch, and she reached up instinctively, grabbing hold of his arms for support. She ran her fingers through his hair as he attempted to conquer her mouth. He drew back, but only for a moment before he gently ran his tongue along her lower lip.
Jemma wanted to pull away from him, but she couldn’t. She felt intoxicated by his touch. Her body argued with her brain, and eventually, lust won out. She closed her eyes and ran her hands up and down his chest and then eventually down the front of his pants, pressing against his hardness.
Jemma heard his sharp intake of breath before his lips came crashing down on hers again. He tasted warm and sweet, and she melted against him.
All thoughts of keeping things professional fled her mind.
When Braden kissed her, she felt a warmth and lust burning through her soul. She needed to be consumed by him.
She wanted to taste every inch of him, and she wanted him to touch her all over until the shivering of her body erupted into a sea of pleasure.
“What are you doing to me?” He growled against her lips.
Jemma didn’t answer. She didn’t have an answer for him. This whole thing was crazy. She knew what they were doing was wrong. They had no future together, but still, she couldn’t stop herself if she tried.
He kissed further down her neck until finally; he pulled off her bikini top. His lips immediately went to her breasts.
He took a nipple into his mouth, gingerly at first and then he sucked harder.
Jemma cried out as pure pleasure coursed through her. Her brain felt hazy, and all she could think about was the pressure building between her legs.
“I want to make love to you on the beach,” he groaned as he kissed Jemma down her neck.
“Someone could see us,” Jemma started to protest.
“Relax. We are all alone.”
She knew that wasn’t true. While they did have some privacy by the nature of the design of the landscape, she knew that, in reality, someone, anyone, could happen upon them at any time. But even still, she was helpless to stop him.
“Close your eyes and relax,” Braden soothed as he laid her down on the white sandy beach and started to remove her bikini bottoms.
Before he could, however, the couple overheard a man clearing his throat.
Jemma jumped up and grabbed her bikini top, fumbling around, trying to get it back on while covering herself up.
Braden groaned. “You have some great fucking timing brother.”
“Apparently I do.”
Braden bit back a sigh. The ache in his groin was maddening. He wanted to be inside of her, which he would be right about now if it weren’t for his fucking brother.
When Jemma got back into her bikini, she stuck her hand out to shake his.
“Braden don’t be rude to your brother,” Jemma chastised while playfully hitting him in the arm. “You must be Patrick. I’ve heard so much about you and your fiancé. It’s great to finally meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Patrick said with a smirk on his face.
Jemma was embarrassed they had been caught making out on the beach and even more horrified that she was topless to boot, but at the same time, she was also a little grateful. They didn’t need to be having sex.
Jemma was already way to into Braden, more so than she needed to be. Having sex would only complicate things.
“You are indeed as beautiful as everyone has been saying. Tell me, where has my brother been hiding you?”
Jemma giggled. “Aren’t you the charmer?”
“What brings you by Patrick,” Braden asked, perhaps a little more harshly than he meant.
“Everyone on the island is abuzz about this girlfriend of yours, so the family sent me over to find out more about her.”
“You surprised I could get a date?”
“Hardly. Most of the family is just shocked you didn’t show up with a streetwalker that barely spoke a word of English that you picked up in Tijuana, just to piss everyone off.”
“No,” Jemma said as she smiled lovingly at Patrick. “He hired me instead.”
Braden choked back a laugh while Patrick stood there staring at Jemma, flabbergasted.
“Relax brother,” she’s only fucking with you.
Jemma winked and then walked away, deciding it was probably best to leave the brothers alone for a bit to chat amongst themselves.
Neither Braden nor Patrick could take their eyes off the sway of Jemma’s ass as she walked away.
Once back inside their hut, Jemma quickly put on an open-knit tunic. It was to sheer to wear out in public but was perfect as a swimsuit cover-up.
She sat down at the bar and took a few minutes to gather her thoughts and calm her racing heart. Every time Braden so much as looked at her she couldn’t help but breathe a little faster. He had this way about him that made her blood boil whenever he was near.
He was her boss. He hired her to do a job. She had no business fantasizing about a man she couldn’t have. Not really. Sure, she could probably have sex with him while they were on this trip, but the second they left Fiji, their relationship would be over.
Braden Washington was so far out of her league; it wasn’t funny. She would probably have a better chance at dating the Duke of York, than this guy. The Washington family was just too intense. They had plans for their little billionaire prodigy, and they didn’t include someone like her.
She reached for a beer and grimaced as the cold liquid slid down her throat. She didn’t normally drink beer; she wasn’t a big fan of the taste, and it was far too fattening. But right at that moment, she didn’t care about calories.
She just needed to get something alcoholic in her.
After finishing her first beer, she went to grab another, but Braden walked in with Patrick following just behind him.
“Jemma dear, my brother would like us to spend some time this morning with him and his fiancé. What do you think?”
Jemma looked at the beer in her hand and inwardly sighed, before placing it back in the fridge. She plastered on her best smile before answering him.
“Sure. That sounds wonderful. What would you guys like to do? Do I need to change?”
“No what you have on is fine,” Patrick assured her. “We are just going to have drinks at the poolside bar.”
“That sounds wonderful.” And to Jemma it really did. She needed liquor and lots of it if she was going to make it through this day.
