Olivia tapped out and peeled away when she felt his erection poke her underneath. Their attraction was fatal and she knew that another second on his lap would be a full-blown make-out session.
"I'm still mad at you," she reminded him and herself too whilst panting with her eyes closed and her forehead leaning against his.
With his eyes closed too, Maxen cupped the back of her head and nodded against her forehead.
Like the rhythm of the crashing waves outside, their breathing gradually started to be in sync too.
"Yes, be mad at me baby. I'm a bad boy," he colluded, nibbling on her plump lower lip.
"Okay, you should let me go. It's getting uncomfortable for me," Olivia protested. She grunted as she pushed herself off his lap and went back to her seat.
Fixing his tie, Maxen peeped at Olivia who was now drinking water from her stainless steel bottle. "Why do you always crinkle your nose?"
"Huh?" she asked, crinkling her nose.
