Abigail

Two toe-curling orgasms later, we somehow made it to the beach, and it was stunning. The black sand crunched under my sandals as we strolled past the several people lounging on the beach.

Finnegan’s golden, tanned muscles gleamed a step ahead of me as he carried a large umbrella and a lounger under his arms. He’d donned on black shorts this morning when he woke me up, but after making him cum, he’d changed into a white tee and blue shorts after his bath.

Was it weird that I felt all fuzzy that he matched with me?

I licked my lips, admiring the view of his ass flexing against the nice shorts, when he suddenly stopped and glanced over his shoulder at me.

"I wasn’t staring," I said quickly, and that earned me a knowing smile from him.

"Is this place okay?" He gestured to the spot he stood on.

"Yeah." I beamed at him, skipping over. He groaned at the sight of my tits bouncing and muttered something under his breath before setting down the lounge chair and umbrella to set up. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

While he did, I was admiring the view of the sea when a vendor approached with a tray of beautiful jewelry and waist chains. I couldn’t help but admire a delicate gold one with tiny green charms. They reminded me of the color of Finnegan’s eyes.

"How much is this one?"

"For you, baby girl, I can make it all free." I glanced up to see a Greek dude, all tanned up, his brown hair swept back, walking over.

He whistled loudly, his eyes raking over my body. "Do you need some company?"

Before I could respond, Finnegan appeared behind me like a storm cloud. He shrugged off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs, and draped it over my shoulders, hissing something in Greek to the man.

I didn’t understand the words, but if I had to guess it would sound like fuck off. The local’s face paled and he backed away quickly, muttering and scurrying away.

I turned in Finnegan’s arms, swatting his chest, my head tipped back in laughter. "You speak Greek?"

"I speak ’get the hell away from my woman’ in whatever language," he grunted, still glaring after the man.

"I should wrap you up. Every single man on the beach has his eyes on you."

I grinned, sliding my hands up his bare chest. "My big, scary God of War. So possessive, Ares. I love it."

His eyes softened a bit as he looked down at me. The vendor was still hovering around. Finnegan reached around me to grab the golden chain I had been admiring.

"How much?"

How on earth did he know I was looking at that chain? He was busy setting up the umbrella. Drake could never be that observant. My stomach grew all fuzzy as I watched him pay the vendor.

"Thanks, Finn," I beamed.

"I’m only staking my claim," he murmured in my ear before sinking to his knees right there on the sand in front of me.

My breath caught. He pushed his shirt aside from my waist and fastened the delicate gold chain around my waist.

The cool metal settled against my skin perfectly. Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue over my bare belly, right above the chain, while his hand slid down to cup my pussy through the thin fabric of my bikini.

I gasped sharply, my knees nearly buckling.

"Finnegan," I whispered, shocked and ridiculously turned on.

We were in public! He looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes, fingers pressing firmly against my clit through the fabric.

"No one else gets to look at you like that," he murmured possessively, licking the spot just above the new waist chain again.

"Only me."

My entire body turned to jelly. I understood we were far from prying eyes and paparazzi here, but the raw possessiveness in his actions made heat flood between my legs.

God, this man was going to ruin me and I was going to let him.

"Yes, only you."

"Oh my god, you did not!"

After lounging on the beach and chatting our heads off, Finnegan led me down to the edge of a cliff where two shiny black quad bikes waited.

"You know how to ride?" he asked, handing me a helmet. "We could share a bike."

I grinned, already buzzing with excitement. "I know how to ride a lot of things, Mr. Wolfe. This should be easy."

His emerald green eyes burned, but he only shook his head and swung onto his bike. "Try to keep up, baby."

The second we took off, I understood why people came to Santorini. The wind tore through my hair as we raced along the winding cliffside paths.

The view was unreal, white buildings clinging to the cliffs, the deep blue sea sparkling below us, and the golden afternoon light making everything look like a painting.

I screamed the entire time, partly from terror and mostly from pure exhilaration roaring through my veins.

"Finn, this is insane!" I yelled, laughing as my quad bike bounced over the uneven terrain next to his.

He flashed me a grin, and for a second, everything faded away. Finnegan’s eyes were crinkled at the corners, wind ruffling through his hair, the muscles in his jaw loosened.

This was the first time I’d seen him so free and excited, it made me want to take a picture and frame it.

Then the jerk gunned it, leaving me in the dust.

"Oh hell no!" I shouted, twisting the throttle and tearing after him.

We raced like lunatics along the narrow paths. Every time he pulled ahead, I pushed harder, the engine roaring beneath me. My heart was pounding, adrenaline flooding my veins. The wind stung my face, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

I spotted a sharp turn coming up and took a risk, cutting beside him at the last second. My bike swerved past his with inches to spare.

"Woooooo!" I screamed triumphantly as I overtook him.

A deep, rich laugh filled the air behind me. The sound hit me straight in the chest. I nearly lost control of the bike. Finnegan Wolfe, my brooding boss who barely smiled, was laughing his head off.

I slowed down just enough for him to pull up beside me. There was amusement sparkling in those emerald eyes.

"You’re fucking crazy," he called out over the engines, still grinning.

"And you love it!" I shouted back, sticking my tongue out at him.

"I do." He chuckled, rolling his bike closer to mine until our bodies were close. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue sweeping over mine in a hot, hungry, passionate kiss.

"I’ve never done this with anyone. You make me forget everything else," he murmured against my lips.

"When I’m with you... I don’t feel like I have to carry the whole world."

I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening in his shirt, and brushed my nose against his. "I really like this version of you, Finnegan. A happier version of you."

"Only with you." He chuckled softly, another rare, beautiful sound before he then kissed me again.

Santorini had already stolen my breath. But this man was stealing my heart.