Chapter 101: Don’t Stop

A warm coastal breeze carried the fresh scent of sea salt as Evren walked down the stone staircase carved into the cliffside, carrying two canvas beach bags.

Behind him, Amber was practically skipping down the steps. She had taken off her sandals, holding them by the straps so she could feel the sun-warmed stone under her bare feet.

Her coral-red bikini looked radiant in the morning light, the sheer white wrap fluttering behind her waist. Her dark-brown eyes sparkled as she looked out over the endless blue water.

"Look at that, Evren," Amber smiled, pointing toward the bay. "The water is so clear you can see the white sand all the way out to the reef."

Beside her, Zephyra walked down with far more caution.

Even without her leather armor, her assassin habits died hard. Her violet eyes scanned the rocky ledges and the tree line above the beach, checking for blind spots and vantage points.

"The northern ridge has high ground," Zephyra noted quietly. "A sniper positioned up there would have a clear line of sight across the entire cove."

Evren chuckled. "Z, Gerard has security drones circling five miles out. There are no snipers. We’re on vacation."

"Vigilance has no vacation," Zephyra replied in a serious tone, though her shoulders relaxed as the warm sea air blew through her silver hair.

At the bottom of the stairs, the rock gave way to powdery white sand.

Two large cabana daybeds with thick white mattresses sat under the shade of leaning palm trees. On a low teak table between them, resort staff had already set out chilled coconut water, a pitcher of iced lemonade, and a bowl of freshly sliced tropical fruit.

Amber dropped her sandals on the deck and stretched her arms with a happy groan.

"This is heaven," Amber sighed, looking over at Evren with a playful smile. "The sun is already getting warm, Evren. If I get sunburned, I’m going to complain to you the entire week. Will you do my back?"

"Gladly," Evren smiled.

Amber untied the sheer white wrap and laid face-down on the mattress, resting her chin on her folded arms.

The view was breathtaking.

Lying flat, her generous breasts pressed softly against the towel, pillowing out temptingly at the sides. Her spine curved down into a narrow waist that flared into full, feminine hips. The cheeky coral bottoms hugged the firm, round curve of her ass, leaving her smooth, tanned legs completely bare to the warm breeze.

Evren poured a generous splash of the pearl-aloe lotion into his hands, rubbed his palms together to warm it up, and placed them on her bare shoulders.

Amber let out a quiet shiver, followed by a long, satisfied sigh.

Evren worked the lotion smoothly over her skin, his thumbs kneading the knots around her shoulder blades before working down the dip of her spine. He applied firm, even pressure along her lower back, his thumbs lightly grazing the crest of her hips near the gold rings of her bikini.

Amber let out a soft, breathless moan, burying her face into her arms as her body melted into the mattress.

"That feels way too good, Evren..." she murmured. "Don’t stop."

Evren poured another measure of lotion into his palms and smiled. "I haven’t even finished half of you yet."

His hands glided past the waistband of her cheeky coral bottoms, smoothing over the firm, lush curve of her ass.

Amber’s breath hitched sharply. A muffled gasp escaped into the pillow as her hips gave an involuntary, delicious shudder. Her back arched slightly, pressing her breasts firmer into the towel.

Evren kneaded into the soft, round fullness of her rear with confident, rhythmic strokes, melting away the stress of countless weeks spent managing the corporation. He slid his hands down the backs of her smooth, sun-warmed thighs, all the way past the curves of her calves to her slender ankles.

Amber let out a long, trembling purr, completely relaxed. "I might never stand up again..."

"You still have to turn over," Evren teased gently, tapping her ankle. "Unless you want a bright red sunburn on your chest."

Amber giggled softly and rolled onto her back.

As she moved, her full breasts swayed and settled against the low-cut coral fabric. Her flat, toned stomach rose and fell with steady breaths while her dark-brown eyes glowed with playful affection.

Evren added a fresh dab of aloe and set his hands at the base of her throat, smoothing outward across her collarbones.

His warm hands glided downward over the upper slope of her chest, but as his fingers brushed the edge of the coral cups and the deep valley between her breasts, he paused for a brief second.

Amber noticed his hesitation immediately. A sultry, mischievous smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she gave him a slow, teasing wink. "Don’t be shy now, Evren," she murmured. "The sun doesn’t skip the best parts. Rub it in... generously."

Evren’s lips curved into an amused smirk. "If the Vice-Chairman insists."

He smoothed another dollop of silky lotion directly over the soft, generous mounds of her breasts. His palms massaged them with firm, thorough circles, coating the thin coral fabric and the lush swell of her cleavage in a fragrant, glistening sheen.

Amber’s breath caught sharply.

A delicious shiver rippled straight down to her toes, and a breathless, trembling moan spilled from her lips as her back arched into the cushion. Her nipples peaked hard and tight against the thin cloth beneath the heat of his hands, her cheeks flushing a gorgeous, rosy pink.

Only after her chest was completely covered did his hands glide down to her flat midriff, circling lightly around her navel before smoothing over her hips and down the tops of her thighs.

"Mmm... If you do this every day, I’ll never let us leave this beach," Amber murmured, looking up at him with heated, adoring eyes.

"Don’t get too comfortable," Evren chuckled, wiping his palms with a dry towel. "You’re not the only one who needs sun protection."

Amber propped herself up on one elbow, her glistening cleavage on full display. She grinned and tapped the frosted bottle toward the next daybed. "Your turn, Z."

Zephyra blinked, her violet eyes widening. "My... turn?"

"Of course," Amber giggled. "You’ve lived indoors or in dark leathers for years. If you stay under this sun for two hours without lotion, you’ll burn to a crisp."

"My skin has high environmental tolerance," Zephyra argued, lifting her chin. "In the shadow corps, we endured extreme exposure. A little sun cannot damage me."

Evren picked up the bottle with a faint smile. "Z, the sun doesn’t care about your training. Lie down."

Zephyra looked at Evren’s calm gaze. Her posture crumbled instantly, and a bright crimson blush rushed to her pale cheeks.

"I suppose... preventive measures are acceptable," she muttered.

She untied her black chiffon wrap, set it on the small glass table, and laid face-down on the second daybed with her cheek resting on the white cushion.

Her figure was breathtaking. Her waist was narrow, tapering sharply into the firm, compact peach curve of her ass, perfectly framed by the thin midnight-violet straps of the bottoms.

Evren warmed another measure of lotion and rested his hands on her bare shoulders. Zephyra gasped softly, her entire body stiffening as her toes curled hard into the cushion.

"Breathe, Z," Evren said gently. "It’s just lotion."

Zephyra let out a shaky breath. "My apologies. Reflex."

"Nothing to apologize for," Evren murmured.

He smoothed the cool lotion over her pale shoulders, his fingers gliding down her slender neck and between her shoulder blades. As his thumbs worked along the dip of her spine, easing the tightness in her lower back, the rigid military tension began to melt from her posture.

Then, warming another splash of lotion, Evren’s hands slid lower, resting firmly over the smooth, rounded curve of her ass.

Zephyra let out a sharp, breathless squeak. Her back arched off the mattress like a drawn bowstring, her fingers clutching the edge of the towel white-knuckled.

"E-Evren! What... what are you doing?!" she stammered, her voice trembling in utter mortification.