Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Following a text message, Isla waited at the elevator for Caesar, who’d said he’d come get her for dinner the following evening. When the doors opened, Caesar stepped out.

He gathered her in his arms to kiss her thoroughly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Shall we go to dinner or look at the map first? I’d really like you to see it,” Isla said eagerly.

“I share the fifth floor with my team. They’re all at dinner right now. No one should be there,” Caesar offered.

“How do we get there? The elevator only goes to four.”

“It just takes a special touch.”

He pressed a decorative button above the down arrow on the wall. When the elevator arrived and a couple stepped out, Caesar waved her inside. He pressed his hand to a panel, and the car began to rise.

“I thought that was just a fake button,” Isla said, wide-eyed.

“It is for everyone whose prints aren’t on record. Those living on that floor are the only people who can get upstairs.”

“Is that for security reasons? Or is something bad going on up there?” Every scary movie popped into her head as the doors opened.

“You’re safe. The elevator here has a regular button. You can get downstairs easily,” Caesar assured her. “Come inside. You’ll see it’s all very normal.”

She followed him into a large gathering area with comfortable couches and a large TV. To her delight, a stuffed black cat sat on the couch. He was obviously well-loved.

“Are there kids here?” she asked.

“No. Just Littles. That’s Hades. What’s your stuffie’s name?”

“Nado,” she answered automatically as she looked around, ensuring this wasn’t an ax murderer’s workshop.

“Nado. Cute. What kind of stuffie is it?”

“Nado is a shark, of course. Haven’t you ever watched that movie with sharks that are thrown out of the ocean by a tornado?” she asked, turning to face him.

“I get it. Nado is short for tornado. That’s cute. I’ll look forward to meeting Nado soon. I also think you watch too many scary movies.”

“Oh, I’ve never seen them. I get nightmares just from the commercials on TV,” Isla said. “My imagination makes them terrifying.”

He grinned. “Note to self—no commercials. Want to look at the map out here, or should we spread it out on a table in my apartment?”

Isla looked around at the doors. All but one was decorated with a colored drawing. She surmised that the stuffie on the sofa went with the person who lived behind the door with the picture of the black cat. There was a kiwi she recognized from her research on New Zealand. A spider, swan, and penguin rounded out the pictures.

When Caesar led her to the blank door, her heart hurt for him. He didn’t have someone who’d made him a drawing. She instantly wondered if there were crayons and paper in the gift shop.

“You need a picture,” she said softly as he opened the door.

“You’ll make one for me, Little girl,” he responded with a smile.

“If you’d like.”

“Thank you. Come inside. Let’s put the map on the kitchen island. There’s good light in there.”

After leaving her sandals by his door, she hopped up on a bar stool. Isla pulled the map out of her bra and spread it out. When he looked at her strangely, she asked, “What? I don’t have any pockets. Where else was I supposed to hide it?”

“I’ve never been more jealous of a map in my life.” Caesar dispersed her embarrassment with a look that contained enough heat to make her wiggle on her stool.

“Come look at this.” She pointed to a spot on the map. “I really struggled to figure out that those letters were an NZ for New Zealand. From different angles, that writing looks like different things. I thought the Z was a two for a while. Once I figured that out, I searched the coastline to find anything resembling the map. What do you think?”

“I think you’re right. It looks like our coastline here. There’s one way to find out for sure.”

“How’s that?”

“There’s a computer guy on my team. He could tell us quickly if our guesses are right.”

“Will he take our treasure?” she asked nervously.

“Goodness no, my Little Fish. Any treasure discovered belongs to New Zealand anyway. I’m just going to make sure you’re safe looking for it.”

“Thanks.”

Impulsively, Isla scooted to the edge of her stool and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pressing her mouth to his, she kissed him with all the heat that brewed inside her every time she spent time with this magnetic man. His groan in response made her smile, happy that he was as attracted to her as she was to him.

That grin disappeared as he took control of the kiss and deepened their exchange. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stood, lifting her from her seat as he seduced her with drugging kisses. She tightened her arms around his neck, but he held her securely with his strength.

When he sat down on the heavily cushioned couch, she registered it before Caesar pressed his mouth to the pulse on her throat. Shivers went through her body at the sensual touch and increased as he caressed her back before gliding his fingers under the bottom of her shirt. The feel of his warm hands on her bare skin built the heat low in her abdomen that seemed to always simmer when she was around him.

Isla ran her hands over his muscular torso, enjoying the feel of the scenery she’d gotten to see when visiting the dock. Needing to see him, she tugged at the T-shirt he wore. Without a single word, Caesar reached over his shoulder to grab a handful of the material and yanked it off in one fluid movement.

Daringly, Isla tugged her shirt over her head and threw it away. Immediately, he cupped her breasts in the wispy lace bra she wore. Isla knew he’d seen her body in a bikini as she’d tugged the wetsuit on and off. He’d been completely professional then. The expression on his face now was hungry.

“You about killed me with this on the dock. I should spank you for tempting me,” he growled.

“I was just getting dressed like everyone else,” she protested as she explored his muscles and washboard abs.

“You’re not like anyone else. You’re mine, Little girl.”

The heat in his eyes made her nod. “I’m yours, Daddy.”

“Are you ready for me to take you into my bedroom and finish unwrapping the best present I’ve ever gotten?”

Isla hesitated for a minute and saw his face as he worked to control his desire. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I just need to tell you that I’m not on anything. You know…birth control. I haven’t been with anyone for a couple of years.”

“Thank you, Isla. I needed to know that. I’ll protect you with a condom. I was tested before coming here,” Caesar told her as he caressed her skin.

Reassured that he didn’t seem turned off by her honesty, Isla told him, “I was tested after my last relationship ended.”

“Good girl. Is there anything else we need to discuss before I make love to you?”

“I’m really wet,” she whispered, needing him to know how turned-on she was.

“You’re going to kill me, Little Fish.” Caesar leaned forward and wrapped her in a bear hug before rising to his feet and heading down the hall.

Isla got a quick glimpse of a plain room with a large bed. Immediately, she wanted to make this more like a home for him. That thought was jolted out of her head as he set her gently on the mattress before kneeling in front of her. His hands coaxed the elastic waistband of her skirt over her hips. She rocked from side to side so he could pull it from underneath her and toss it away.

Then he moved between her legs and cupped her head to bring her lips to his. She responded eagerly, craving his taste. She didn’t understand what was happening. Her body and mind responded to him with a hunger that astonished her.

His hands trailed up her spine to the clasp of her bra. With a flick of his fingers, he released it and followed the imprint of her bra along her side to brush over the swell of the sides of her breasts. Delightful tingles shimmered through her as he teased her sensitive skin.

She eased back slightly from his body to allow him to glide one hand between their bodies. Isla gasped into his mouth as he cupped one small breast and rubbed his thumb over her beaded nipple. He kissed her with heat that made her toes curl before shifting back to look over her body.

“Damn, Isla. You’re so beautiful.” He caressed her as he stroked his free hand up her slim thigh to rub over her mound covered by the thin lace panties. “Bare?”

“Yes,” she said as her cheeks heated.

“Spread your legs.”

She moved her thighs slightly apart.

“More.”

Isla knew she was blushing furiously, but she followed his directions and parted her legs as far as the mattress would allow her. She watched him focus on the material pressed against her core. He reached out to trace a finger over the wetness that darkened the fabric.

“You’re so wet, Isla.” His voice was low and roughened with passion.

“Every time I’m with you,” she admitted.

Caesar shook his head as if trying to hold on to his control at that intimate knowledge. “I need to see you, Little girl. Take them off.”

“Me?” she squeaked.

“Yes. Take them off,” he repeated with heat in his voice.

Scooting to the edge of the bed, she didn’t have room to stand. She looped her fingers in the sides of her panties and wiggled around to slide the wisp of material over her hips. As soon as she reached mid-thigh, Caesar took over. Whisking them off, he held the fabric to his nose and inhaled.

It was such an animalistic gesture that it touched something deep inside her. “I need you, Daddy.”

Caesar rose to his feet, dropping the lacy garment to the floor. “Scoot back to the pillows,” he growled.

She could see his cock pressed against his slacks. Isla followed his directions but never looked away from his chiseled body. He dealt with his pants quickly and eased his boxer briefs away from his thick erection. As she watched him step out of his shoes and clothing, she remembered the jagged scar on his thigh. It did nothing to lessen his sex appeal. The battle wound only made him seem stronger and fiercer.

Free, he crawled up the bed to cage her with his body. Her hands rubbed over his form, tracing the muscled grooves of his broad chest and abdomen. Her mind marveled at the raw strength that his form contained. He lowered himself to her body, supporting most of his weight on his forearms. She loved the feeling of being pinned underneath him.

He kissed her hard before sizzling her skin by trailing more kisses down the line of her throat. Caesar paused in the hollow of her throat. She knew he could feel how fast her heart was beating. He bit her skin lightly as if staking his claim, and her body responded with a gush of arousal.

Automatically, she raised her pelvis to rub against him—needing more. He shifted his thigh between her legs, and she ground herself against him.

“Please,” slipped out of her mouth.

“No rushing Daddy,” he chided her.

“Daddy!”

His mouth closing around her nipple erased whatever she’d been about to say. The heat of his lips as he sucked the small tip into his mouth made her freeze in place, hoping he’d never stop but wanting so much more. She threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair to hold him to her breast. When he released that peak with a pop, she rolled slightly to offer him her other breast. He repeated his attention to that sensitive mound, dragging his day-old beard against her skin.

Isla loved the feel of his slightly rough hands. He had working hands that scrubbed the floor and hull. She’d watched his power in motion as he’d wrestled with rough ropes to tether the boat. Now, as his fingers caressed her, she loved the extra stimulation.

“Please, please, please,” she begged as he continued to torture her with his mouth.

When he released her nipple, he gave a light chuckle and shook his head before kissing a path down her body, scooting lower with every nibble until he held her thighs parted widely and set his lips on her clit.

Isla cried out at the sensation, her eyes rolling back as he flicked his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub. She was going to come, and she had never come this quickly before in her life. Nor had any man brought her to orgasm with his mouth on her pussy.

Caesar hummed against her swollen, sensitive folds, driving her arousal higher. A moment later, he thrust his tongue into her channel.

She grabbed his shoulders and cried out, “Oh, God!”

Her Daddy released her thigh with one hand and thrust two fingers into her as he resumed suckling her clit, and that was it. She couldn’t control the orgasm that broke free, shaking her entire body with its power.

Panting and unable to form words, Isla stared at her Daddy as he lifted his head.

“You are so perfect, Little Fish.” After wiping his lips on the sheets, he crawled up her body and nestled his erection against her swollen folds.

She flattened her palms on his lower back and smoothed them up his muscular body. Damn, he was built. When she reached his shoulders, she gripped him and lifted her gaze. “You’re not moving.”

He smiled. “I’m admiring your expression. I want to memorize it.”

She squirmed beneath him. “Can you memorize it after you finish what you started?”

He chuckled. “So eager.”

“Yes.” She lifted her hips, trying to get more pressure. The orgasm he’d given her had been powerful, but she was by no means done. She craved him inside her even more than she had before.

Caesar pushed up onto his hands and knees, kissed her quickly, and then reached over to open a drawer on his nightstand. After snagging a foil packet, he straightened to kneel between her legs, watching her intently while he rolled the condom down his thick shaft.

Isla licked her lips. Part of her wanted to take his length into her mouth and make him writhe the way he had her, but she’d save that for another time. Right now, she was too desperate to have his impressive erection inside her pussy.

“Are you sure, Little Fish? I don’t want you to feel pressured to have sex with me the first time I bring you to my apartment.” He dropped down so his hands were at either side of her head, no part of him touching her.

She reached for his hips and tugged. “I’ve never wanted anything more. You’re killing me.”

He smiled. “So, you’re saying you’d like me to take things slow?”

She shook her head and groaned. “No, I’m saying thrust into me before I lose my mind.”

Her Daddy dropped down over her, clasped her face with his hands, and did exactly what she’d requested, thrusting into her to the hilt without another moment of hesitation.

Isla cried out as she lost focus on him. He was huge, but it felt so good. She’d never been with a man as well-endowed as Caesar. He was the entire package—strong, funny, sexy, intelligent, and the best Daddy she could ever imagine.

“I love that sound, Little Fish,” he growled, setting his lips on her ear. He bit down playfully on her earlobe next. “Do it again.”

When he eased partway out and thrust back in even deeper, she gave him what he demanded. The sound of her own voice filling the room startled her. She’d never been the sort of person to make noises during sex, but then again, she’d never had sex this amazing before, either. Maybe she would have always been vocal if she’d been with the right man.

Caesar kept repeating the same motion—easing almost out and thrusting in deep again. Every time he did so, she fell a bit harder for him.

“Reach between us and play with your clit, Isla,” he encouraged.

She gasped.

“Do it, Little Fish. Make yourself come around my cock.”

“I…”

He paused, his erection entirely inside her as he met her gaze. “Don’t tell me you’ve never made yourself come before, Isla.”

She shook her head and licked her lips. “I have, but not with someone watching.”

“From now on, I want to be watching when you touch yourself.”

She gasped again. Was he serious? How would he ever know? And how long did he expect this fling to last? She had only planned on staying at Danger Bluff for a few weeks. She’d figured she could extend her stay a bit if she hadn’t yet found the treasure, but not indefinitely.

“Look at Daddy,” Caesar commanded.

She met his gaze.

“You were deep in your head. Come back to me.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” She wiggled her hips, arching to get more purchase.

He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, not moving. “What were you thinking about that took you out of the moment, Little Fish? Does it bother you that I don’t want you to masturbate without me watching? Am I being too demanding?” His brow furrowed.

She quickly shook her head. “No, Daddy. It’s so sexy that it made me worry about how much I will miss you when I have to go back to my real life.”

He drew in a slow breath. “Maybe this could be your real life now, Little Fish,” he suggested softly.

Her breath hitched. “I… I don’t know. We’ve only known each other a few days.”

“I knew you were my Little girl in an instant as soon as I saw you rushing to join my tour group. You took my breath away and always will until the end of time. But we’ll discuss this more another time. Right now, I want to feel my girl come hard around my cock. Can you do that for me, Isla?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never come twice in a row.” Feeling bolder, she slid one hand down her body and between their torsos to find her clit. She shuddered the moment she stroked the greedy nub. “Maybe…” she murmured as her eyes rolled back.

“Good girl.” He slid almost out of her and eased back in at a slower pace.

When she looked at him, she found his brow furrowed from strain. She suspected he was on the edge of an orgasm and was waiting for her.

“That’s it, Little Fish. Make yourself feel good. Later, you can do it again while I watch.”

Her eyes widened.

“That’s right, Isla. I’m going to watch next time, so I’ll learn how you like to be touched.” He brought his lips to hers and kissed her slowly as he continued to glide in and out of her languidly.

She didn’t think he needed any lessons. He’d made her come just fine minutes ago.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she found just the right pressure, location, and pace to get herself off. Usually, she needed a vibrator, but not today. She doubted she would ever need a vibrator again as long as she was with Caesar.

Suddenly, she was at the edge, and she eased back on the pressure, trying to drag out that blissful precipice. She’d always wished she could freeze that moment and enjoy it longer before crashing over the other side. But in seconds, she was unable to hold back, and her body clenched down around his shaft as stars filled her vision.

Caesar joined her in seconds, crying out his own release, his voice mixing with hers to fill the room with the sounds of pleasure.